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Friday, April 29, 2011

Royal Wedding Special

It must be a royal wedding when the Mrs. gets out of bed at 3:30 AM and I do also because, well, I can't get back to sleep. Luckily these things come up only every once-in-a-great-while so I guess I can't complain.

Special thanks to Bavarian Orange Order for the highly original commemorative button idea as he has been offering up his thoughts on the blessed union over at his site.


Ross said...

That's funny. I'm up watching it as I write this. It's 8.55 pm Friday night down here.

JD Curtis said...

Just for kicks I went to the Derry Journal just now to see what their coverage of the event would be like. They hardly mention it at all.

Anonymous said...

JD, you fuckin' twerp, you got 2 things wrong here...

You're not married, & more importantly, Kate & Wills have been fucking-like-bunny-rabbits for years now, so any upstanding Xtian virgin like you must surely think they're an abomination in the sight of your Load.

"Blessed union"?? Give me a fuckin' break!

Are you as confused & stupid as your barely-literate, pseudo-intellectual, comrade-in-arms Stan-boy is?

Noticed you gave his recent, interminably-long school-boy essay the thumbs-up, so the question answers iteslf.

Ps. Noticed you no longer dare pop by Ray's Swamp to give the little bugger your support, since the last drubbing you received at my hands.

Oh dear.

JD Curtis said...

"There is no known language in Luton, as its inhabitants have yet to learn how to speak (it is believed that they have not yet discovered fire). What is so unusual about the Lutonian language is that they as a people are limited to only a few simple phrases. These include 'innit', 'is you starting on me?' and 'f^(% off'. These few phrases cause great misery within Luton and amongst the Lutonians which is why it is known as the 'hole', 'dump', and 'sh@@hole' of Great Britain. While the lucky few are perfectly able to speak proper English, a large majority is not this lucky.

And if you're in the mood for a night out and are willing to spend a bit you can buy yourself a pint of Heineken in Brookes before moving onto Kink where you can buy drugs from a stranger in the toilet and then go outside and drink Smirnoff in the street.

The University of Bedforshire was originally named "The University of Luton". However, the name change took place (in 2006), as students (and the world population for that matter) thought Luton was "a bit sh%t" and "you wouldn't really want to put that on your degree certificate". Other proposed names included "University of Easyjet", "University of Stelios", "Dumbass University", and "EasyUniversity" (with an orange logo).


Anonymous said...

Congrats, by the way, in having the nerve to leave my comment up. Didn't think you'd have it in you.

The only reason I dropped in was because you'd left yet another 'positive' comment on Stan-the-clown's blog. Proof, if proof were needed, that you're not very discerning when it comes to whom you associate with.

Stan, alias 'Name', is a sad, superannuated wimp, who's desperate for any attention he can get: The fact that you two have found each other speaks volumes.

As for Luton (parts of which are infested with muzzie scum who, it is true, may be marginally less appealing than rabid Xtian zealots like you, but the differences are moot...), what makes you think I live there?

And what makes you think that your piffling efforts to besmirch it (lifted straight from the content-free, sardonic Uncyclopedia which, given your earnest lack of a sense irony or humour, a trait common among thrusting, dim-witted evangelicals, I'm surprised you've even come across...) would impress me?

The postal code, you bleating ninny, takes in parts of beautiful Bedfordshire county, duh, which leave the rat-infested projects you live in, in their wake!

Keep whingeing for Jesus, you deluded fool!

Ross said...

You didn't mention Squatney, home town of the Thamesmen, later to become Spinal Tap.