Tough Talking

I took Battle Cat down to see Nanny Boo Boo the other day and she hit me a clash on the mouth and said that her nephew had read on my blog that I'd been smoking crack again.

Most people I know that read my blog either don't know it's me or don't mention it but Nanny Boo Boo was saying that this ZIm Van Bindle character sounds like a complete fuck up and that his brain probably crawled out his ear one night and ran the fuck away.

Nanny Boo Boo said that I had my wee pup to think about and that how could I let a fuck up like Hot Baby Roy get dates with one of the girls next door and I couldn't get any. It was a right dressing down (not literally).

She said that I should cut out the crack, get a job, get my hair cut and buy some shoes that don't have holes in them. She said I looked like a tramp but she knew I could do better.

I told her it hurt my feelings and she said that if she thought I couldn't fix these things she wouldn't say them to me. She'd just not answer the door when I came to visit. But she knew I was a good lad with a lot of potential I just shouldn't waste it sitting round at a crackhead's house listening to him talk shite about Amazon armies and rainbow igloos. It sounds like some shite a child would scribble on a page and force it's worried, embarrased parent to stick on the fridge.

Nominated - Yeow!

I've just found out I'm nominated for the Irish Blog Awards. Thanks to any of you who voted for me. Nice to see some of my buddies in my sidebar nominated too.
I wonder if this could tip things my way a bit with Hooka? Fabian Wildman's well chuffed for me. When I told him about it he says he found out about it ages ago and logs on from time to time in an internet cafe. He says he likes it when he gets a mention, he didn't even mind when I called him a retard for saying he'd stab Ron Weasley.