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Wednesday, October 20, 2004
Guess what?
*Come a bit closer*
*bit more, I want to whisper*
That’s better, listen; there is somebody else out there on this interweb thingy with one of these blogs!
It’s true, I’m not lying I’ve seen it.
It’s been put together by a rather nice lady called Sandy in Germany and she has even linked to this site and thinks it’s pretty funny so at least when they come and put me in a straight jacket and cart me off to the padded cell I’ll have a bit of company.
Sandy comes from America. I looked that up today and its friggin miles away, I reckon you’d have to pack sandwiches and a flask of tea for the journey if you was ever to go there.
Sandy was in the US Air Force so she can probably drive a plane or one of those Jet things like they used in the film Top Gun, so I’ve been told. I’ve never seen the film myself as I don’t like heights. You can see Sandy climbing into a plane HERE
What else is there to tell you? Ah yes, she likes the film Fight Club so that can’t be bad and she writes things entitled “Soap me up baby.”
You can find all this and more on The Dirty Ashtray, it’s well worth a read.
Posted at 10:40 pm by Big Andy
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Money grabbing twat Bernie Ecclestone has admitted that it now look as though the British Grand Prix will not happen in 2005, following the break down of communications between the relevant parties.
“We have to admit defeat and end the discussions. We have been unable to reach agreement on the length of the commitment or the financial terms. It looks certain there will not be a British GP in 2005”.
In a nutshell, Ecclestone wanted the British Racing Drivers' club (BRDC), owner of Silverstone, to accept a one-year deal with an option on a further six years, while the BRDC wanted a two-year deal with five-year extension.
“What more can anyone do”? he said. “The BRDC want everything their way. Business life is not like that”.
If this is the end of the British Grand Prix, it brings to an end a war of words that has raged for many years, most of the verbal abuse coming from the F1 supremo who has continually lambasted the Northamptonshire circuit and its owners of being stuck in a 'time warp'.
Now while the occupants of Northampton are usually web-toed and look like they live in the seventies, there is fuck all wrong with Silverstone, except for where it is located of course.
At the end of the day it boils down to him lining his fucking pockets
Posted at 07:18 pm by Big Andy
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Tuesday, October 19, 2004
The youngest Emma had been suffering last week with tonsillitis so the quack gave here a course of antibiotics to take. After they had gone it looked to be cleared up and she got the go ahead to go back to school.
By lunchtime she rang us saying that her throat was hurting once again, Diana took her back to the quacks and they gave her more pills and that was it.
She complained about headache, shivers, a fever and how she didn’t like the light late on at night so we rang for a quack who had First Response round within 5 minutes, they looked quite worried and 10 minutes later and Emma and Diana were in an ambulance heading for the North Staffs Royal Infirmary. I was shitting bricks!
I had a phone call at 2am to say they had not been seen yet after a couple of hours and at 3:30 another call to say that see had been seen and it was not Meningitis. She was home by 4:15am, the relief was unbelievable!
Not a pleasant night at all.
Posted at 05:59 pm by Big Andy
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.......emailed me this bit of advice today.
I’m fucked if I know why.
If you have no food and no money, just walk around looking for apple trees and take an apple.
If there are no apple trees, find a monkey and take his banana.
This is interesting. Daft, but interesting.

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Posted at 05:11 pm by Big Andy
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Monday, October 18, 2004
I was lucky today. I was sat on the bog reading the paper and minding my own business. All of a sudden I felt this sudden urge to have a crap, it was too late to take any further action and out it came.
Thank the Lord I was sat on the toilet with my trousers down. If it had arrived 10 minutes earlier I’d have been sat on the settee. Could you imagine the mess that would have made?
You know when you buy something for your computer and it doesn’t work when you get it home? If you’ve been to PC World you’ll know what I mean. But just say for a minute your mouse was knackered and you purchased (or nicked if you live in Yorkshire) another one and that didn’t work ether.
Would you have two mice that are completely shagged or two mouses?
You Know When You Are Living In London When
You can make over £100,000 per year and still have to rent a shoebox.
You never bother looking at the train timetable because you know the drivers have never seen it either.
You spend more money on your coffee machine than on your washing machine.
You contemplate calling a taxi to take you from your home to where you managed to park your car the night before.
You spend thirty minutes in a traffic jam next to a car that has more power going to its speakers than its wheels.
You know everyone's e-mail and mobile number but not their last name or home address.
Your work colleague tells you he has eighteen body piercing but none are visible.
You can't remember... is dope illegal?
You have a very strong opinion on where your coffee beans are grown, and can taste the difference between Sumatran and Ethiopian.
A really great parking space can move you to tears.
A man in full leather regalia, crotchless chaps and no arse in his trousers gets on the bus and you don't notice.
You are genuinely surprised when you meet someone who was actually born in London.
Your boss is straight; your plumber is gay, and your best mate is a drag queen.
Posted at 01:10 am by Big Andy
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Saturday, October 16, 2004

WHOOPS!

Posted at 01:06 am by Big Andy
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A Few Linky Type Things Worth Looking At
This is a fucking good Webvid
Click Here
Here’s another good one, ever wondered who the twat was fucking up your picture? Now we could soon find out, if this site catches on.

Thatwasme.net
Here is another one that amused me.
Icon Story
Oh those Yanks.
Do you get the feeling that five down/five across wasn’t liked much?
Click Here
Good game here, gets addictive. I can do 7.235 seconds.
Popoint
Posted at 12:53 am by Big Andy
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Friday, October 15, 2004
There Are Some Bitter Folk On Ebay
Why didn't this bloke just write 'pen'?
Jean Pierre Le'pine pen from Ex-Wife
I received this stupid pen on my birthday years ago from my ex-wife, and even before I divorced her flabby body, I hated the pen. I have no idea why she bought me this piece of crap. Sure, it writes fine and could "seem" kind of cool, but I hate it. The color is ugly, it barely fits in my banana sized hands, and it comes with some weird carrying case. King Kong could barely write with it. Every time I open up my drawer and see this waste of space, I am reminded that I used to be married to that skank who gave me a stupid pen for my birthday. It's not like I collect pens or anything or even take time to write stuff down. I use a computer to write. OK, call me different, but even if I did like or use pens, this is not the one I would have spent money on. I have no idea how much she paid for it, but I can guarantee you it was my money she used to buy it.
She could barely hold down a job, let alone cook for herself. This dismal lazy slug sat on the couch for entertainment and watched old movies all day. I think she held a job for like 38 minutes once. That was because they had lots of paperwork to fill out, and it took her that long before she got bored and left. We were married for about 3 years, before she decided to take more of my money to go buy beer for herself and her new "friend". She made up some lie telling me she was working downtown at this Starbucks store, which I knew was a lie since the customers would have to make the coffee themselves on her shift. So I drove by a bar where I knew she frequented, and saw her dumb face sitting on a stool with her "friend" Brad, some doofus she had introduced me to once a while before. They were sitting at the bar kissing, if you can call it that, and soon afterwards I was kissing off the marriage. She came home later that day and denied the entire thing, and when I told her I had driven by and seen her slobbering all over that hairless chihuahua at the bar, she still tried to deny it. I told her to pack her dog food and get out of my house. If I was in a right state of mind and not thinking about canceling all our credit cards and getting her off my bank statement, I would have packed this stupid pen with all of her worthless crap when I did the final toss. How to lose 160 pounds of ugly weight quickly? Pack her crap in plastic trash bags and leave them on the curb.
My current wife, who is way more beautiful and way cooler that this pig could ever choose to be, hates the pen too. One of the coolest things about the whole divorce was I knew my attorney, because he was my neighbor's brother. He was also a big cigar smoker. When it came time to belly-up, I paid him with a cheap cigar humedor that I bought at a trade show for almost nothing. Forget those Divorce-in-a-Box deals, this was way cheaper.
So, please buy this pen. I just want rid of it, and any memories of red-headed elephants lying in my bed to just go away. I will even ship it for free, just to make sure it leaves my house and the state I live in forever. I have started the price out as low as eBay will allow me, so if it sells for that, I will be happy. Just don't use it as a weapon. Hey, why didn't I.....never mind. Jail time would not have been good for my frail body. I don't date males. Especially those I meet in the shower. Happy bidding!
I apologize for listing this in "fine writing instruments". If they had a category for "stuff given to you by ex-spouse that you could never ever possibly want in your house ever", I would have put it there. My apologies.
On Sep-08-04 at 12:51:28 PDT, seller added the following information:
Did I mention the time she burned down my microwave? She talked about going to Cooking School a few times, so being the nice husband, I encouraged her to start cooking in the house. Her "flare" was mediocre at best, and choking down some of the meals was intolerable. One day I came home after an exhausting afternoon of travel and heavy traffic, to find a black cloud of smoke emitting from the kitchen. She, of course, was sitting in the living room watching the Eating Channel, not realizing the smoke filling the apartment. I went into the kitchen to find flames shooting inside the microwave. She was cooking a potato, and it was burning inside. I opened the door, and the plastic on the roof of the oven was on fire. I threw the potato out the window and put out the inferno. When I got the fork lift to bring her in and see what was happening, she told me she had tried to bake this potato and wanted it fully cooked, so she put it in for 16 minutes. Idiot. The charred remains of my microwave were put to rest in the alley, and another 200 bucks was shot. Needless to say, cooking school was history. I hate this pen.
On Sep-09-04 at 18:53:11 PDT, seller added the following information:
I have to tell you one more thing about the Ex. She was a tad younger than me, so she was still hanging out with her high school friends when we met. No, she wasn't still in High School, she just acted that way. So she had this friend, who I will call "Laura", because that was her name, who was very odd. This was her best friend in the whole world. Brainless as well, I might add. She wore dark makeup and black clothes always, and could have been Marilyn Manson for all I know. She had a boyfriend that was a complete psycho, who loved to have bonfires in his back yard, about 3 1/2 inches from his house, and got drunk and threw explosive spray cans into the fire to hear them blow up. Another Yale graduate. He was great with cars and engines though, so he was destined to go somewhere in life, like Jiffy Lube. He had fixed up an old truck for Laura and thought it would be cool to decorate it, shall I say, differently. So what does the braniac do? He stuffs her deceased cat's head, inserts some glass eyeballs in it, puts a bolt in the neck part, and mounts it to the gear shift in the truck. I kid you not. This was my ex's best friend. I should have stabbed that dead cat's head with this pen. What was I thinking? Walk away, slowly............ This pen brings up so many great memories. Bid bid bid, please.
On Sep-10-04 at 06:58:33 PDT, seller added the following information:
Other items of note: 1. She sold her Volvo to her boss, and regardless of my warnings, she left the license plates on. $700+ later, I was in court trying to keep MY license from being suspended. 2. After the split, she declared bankruptcy, but failed to remove my name from credit cards she had opened. I love dealing with credit agencies. 3. Bought me this fabulous pen. 4. Lost contact with 2 of her best friends, who now are very close friends of mine. 5. Bought herself "implants" of the chest variety AFTER we split. Could not have done this while we were together. One bonus item denied. 6. Gave me the carrying case for this gorgeous pen. 7. Gained immeasurable weight and was spotted by a reporter at an Old Country Buffet "after hours". Front window had been eaten away.
Posted at 11:59 pm by Big Andy
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Wednesday, October 13, 2004
Rodney Dangerfield knew “I don’t get no respect” was funny when it cracked up New Yorkers, notorious for being tough. From there on out, the one-liner became his catchphrase — and the pudgy, bug-eyed comic became the perennial loser.
Dangerfield, 82, died Tuesday afternoon at the University of California, Los Angeles, Medical Center, where he had undergone heart surgery in August, said publicist Kevin Sasaki.
After the operation, Sasaki said, the comedian suffered a small stroke and developed infectious and abdominal complications. He had been in a coma but regained consciousness in the past week.
A few of his classics
"I looked up my family tree and found out I was the sap.
When I was born, the doctor said to my father, " I'm sorry, we did everything we could but he still pulled thru".
My mother had morning sickness after I was born.
My mother never breast fed me, she told me she only liked me as a friend.
When I played in the sandbox, the cat kept covering me up.
I could tell my parents hated me. My bath toys were a toaster and a radio.
I stuck my head out the window and got arrested for mooning.
I was so depressed that I decided to jump from the tenth floor. They sent up a priest. He said " on your marks…."
I had a lot of pimples too. One day I fell asleep in the library. I woke up and a blind man was reading my face".
Posted at 08:19 pm by Big Andy
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Sunday, October 10, 2004
Carry a tube, just in case.
Posted at 12:26 am by Big Andy
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