Showing posts with label kung-fu. Show all posts
Showing posts with label kung-fu. Show all posts

Tuesday, 12 January 2010

A Visit From The Raven Princess Spandex

It seems that talking Battle Cat for a walk on a pish freezing cold night and doing some good deeds along the way have made me sick. I'm lying in bed supping hot whiskey and milky broth.

The Raven Princess spandex was round and even though she wasn't here to see me it made me feel good having a sexy woman in the house while I was sick. Actually, I was a bit annoyed, why didn't she even stick her head upstairs and say hello, or aw sorry you're poorly? Why?

It's not really fair. If I'd have been at that party I'd have kung-fu flipped all the baddies out the window but all Hot Baby Roy has to do is get bitch slapped and he's someone girls sit round thinking about while listening to Mariah Carey. This isn't fair.

She was laughing and giggling away with him downstairs, and then he went up into his room and had a wank. I could hear it jingling.

I'm going to sleep for a bit.

Things better start looking up soon.

Thursday, 9 July 2009

Hot Baby Roy's Comic Book Creation

Hot Baby Roy called round today. He said since Fabian Wildman was off crack he thought the two of them might start paling around again.

He started talking about how he had started drawing comics and he had an idea for an action hero that was going to make him millions.

He said that it wasn't really his idea but that he was visited by people while high on crack and they told it to him and said he could use it free of charge.

Fabian Wildman (perhaps sensing a chance to change the subject) told him that I used to hallucinate that I was being visited by a daemon that looked like Sammy Wilson.

Hot Baby Roy snorted at this and said Sammy Wilson was a good man and that he wouldn't visit a crackhead. (He neglected to mention whether or not he believed him to be a daemon).

I said I wasn't so sure that they were hallucinations and that Sammy Wilson (or Balkazaler) told me a few things that convinced me they were one and the same.

There was an awkward silence after this and nobody would look at each other.

Fabian Wildman tried to ease the tension by asking Hot Baby Roy what his idea was.

Hot Baby Roy said that he'd come up with this character who was a big strong man and a kung-fu expert and he could kick the fuck out of any woman.

There was another awkard silence after this and Fabian Wildman asked him why women.

Hot Baby Roy said that there were lots of female comic book characters whose only selling point was that they could beat up men, and he was just turning the tables on them. He listed off Barb Wire and Supergirl.

Fabian Wildman pointed out that Supergirl could also fly but he'd give him Barb Wire.

Hot Baby Roy stormed out of the house cursing his head off.

Monday, 13 April 2009

Britain's Got Talent - Tuesday Kid's Got Skills

I've only just found out about Britain's Got Talent and I've had a radical cool idea for if it comes to Belfast. I'm not gonna play smokin' hot solos for them, oh no. What I'm gonna do is kick fuck out of Piers Morgan. I'll say my skill is Chinese Gung-Fu then slap the mutherfucker about the room. Any security that try to stop me will get slapped to fuck as well. Then when he's a sorry mess I'll say to Simon Cowell and Amanda Holden "Vote me through to the next round or you're next." Then I'll get to fuck Piers up all over again in the next round.

That said I'm taking Foosted Wotsit Head to a hypnotist to see if we can find out more about his freaky dreams and Wino Jo.