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Full-of-Shit Kids or; Giant Spider? Holy-Fuck!


One of the kids next door claims to have invented a ray-gun. I think he’s full of shit. There is no way a kid, who going by his voice (I have never seen him, just heard him over the wall from next door) is only about eight years old can begin to fathom the physics involved in making a ray-gun. They are near-enough impossible to make. The US military has only recently tested a laser gun they have, but this is the closest humanity can get to a raygun. Scientist tried to make real actual rayguns just prior to WW2 but ended up with radar. Fools. Fucking fools. what use is radar compared to a ray-gun?

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The Worst, And Only, Thing I’ve Done With a Dead Cat.


I just remembered something disgusting, and morally corrupt, I once did with a dead cat. Before we go any further I just want to point out it was nothing sexy. I didn’t get sexy with a dead cat, so stop that thought right now.

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“The Great Escape”? More Like “Living the Dream at the Taxpayers Expense”


Holla back, Gurl! How’s it going? I really want to complain about something but I can’t think of what’s pissing me off at the moment. There’s probably something. There’s always something. I really do love a good moan. I don’t know what it is, but something about moaning about other people’s stupid opinions really does make my day. But I cannot currently recall what pisses me off.

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Miles Lloyd vs. PETA aka The Bush Administration.


*Just to add; I raised these points with PETA and they replied to my queries by blocking my twitter. Well, their PETA2 account, anyway. How mature.

Before I go off on one, I just want to point out that I love animals. Only today I stopped a gang of kids from throwing rocks at a dog for fun because, let’s be honest, that’s a bit of a nuts thing to do to kill the time when you’re ten years old. It’s also harsh on the dog and I should know. When I was a kid I’d often have people throw rocks at me. I remember once this fucking prick in school, I want to name him but I’ve forgotten what he was called. Was it Dan? Or Evs? Or Dan Evs? Fuck knows. Anyway, he threw a big piece of tar at my head and it pretty much knocked me out. this one time a guy called Pingu (who I found out recently got caught sucking a guys dick. It’s ironic when you know how often he’d call me a bum-boy. Last time I was involved in a blow-job I was on the good end of it and there was a hot girl on the bad end of it) hit my head against the wall outside of metal-work so hard it did knock me out. So I know what it’s like to be bullied by human boys as a human boy so I can only imagine what it must feel like for a little Yorkshire Terrier. What was I on about?

Ah yes! I love animals. I don’t like to see them getting hurt. I also love meat. And cheese. And milk. Pretty much anything you can put in your mouth that at one point had, or was in something that had, a heartbeat, friends, parents and could feel emotions such as joy or love. This is because I am a human boy and human boys have evolved to eat things like meat. But because I love animals I can also understand why some people choose not to kill then eat them and I have no problem with this. I actually plan on murdering a pig at some point myself just to see if I can do it. If I can’t I will stop eating meat. that seems fair enough.

What I do truly despise is when people force their opinion on other people and lie and use scare tactics or fear-mongering to get their point across. A good example of this might be Evangelist Christians or the Bush Administration. Not this time, though. This time the scum I am talking about are those people we all know very little about but hate anyway, and with just cause it turns out, PETA. People for the Ethical Treatment of Animals. The pricks.

I follow them on twitter because I like to remind them every now and again that bacon exists when they try and tell the world a dog died somewhere but today shit got real. Today they posted an article titled “5 Gross Facts About Milk-Based Cheese. All cheese, by definition of the word, is milk-based so that’s minus one point for them straight off the bat. The first thing they explain is this:

Milk-based cheese is a product of rape. Like humans, cows produce milk only when they’re pregnant or nursing, so to keep their milk constantly flowing, farmers artificially inseminate cows over and over.

Sounds pretty bad, eh? It’s shocking, in fact! But I looked into it. First off, all of the first page of Google hits when I looked into it are from the PETA website or other die-hard vegan websites. You might also notice that in that paragraph they link the article to… Another page from the PETA site, so plenty of independent  un-biased research has been referenced. Now, you might not know this, but rape  is properly awful. It makes me sick and upset so I was concerned by this. After finding information from other websites I think I can rephrase what they were trying to say;

Cows get artificially inseminated once a year so that the birth calves and produce milk.

The problem there, though, is that it isn’t shocking enough to instantly put you off cheese forever. You can see why they dressed it up so extravagantly,  like Elton John at the Superbowl. But anywhoo, what else make cheese so gross? Let’s see!

Milk-based cheese has stomach lining in it. Rennet is an enzyme used to curdle (EW!) cheese, and it’s made from calves’ stomach lining—meaning that this pre-cheese gloop must pass through someone else’s stomach before making it to yours

This is more factually correct than the last stab they had at cheese, but it hasn’t passed through another stomach. It’s an enzime that is produced in the fourth stomach of cows to break down food and they extract it from baby cows killed for veal. But again this isn’t shocking enough so they’ve dressed it up like a whore at a fancy party. What’s their next argument, you ask?

Milk-based cheese kills babies. In the dairy industry, male calves are torn away from their mothers shortly after birth and sold for veal. Confined to dark, filthy sheds, they’ll live their entire short lives chained by the neck in tiny crates so small that they can’t even turn around or lie down comfortably. When they are just a few weeks old, they will be killed.

It’s information they could have put in the last one, but then they’d only have four reasons not to eat cheese and four isn’t a very good number. Also referencing themselves again. Take that, credible research! Although the bit about them being chained up is horrible but if they weren’t getting killed for meat no-one would be taking the enzymes, so meat is the bastard-in-the-sack here, not cheese. This next one is my favorite…

Milk-based cheese has ADDICTIVE drugs in it. According to the Physicians Committee for Responsible Medicine, milk contains DRUGS. Cows naturally produce morphine, codeine, and other opiates (aka “drugs”) in their livers, and all these can and often times do end up in their milk—and, ultimately, in your body if you drink milk. This means that if you’ve ever tried to give up cheese or any other product made from cow’s milk, it probably made you feel sick—but not for the reason that you think. It’s not because your body is trying to tell you that it needs cheese to survive. It’s because your body is literally going through physical, chemical withdrawals in the same way that drug addicts go through withdrawal symptoms when they’re kicking an addiction. Stay strong and fight through it. You’ll survive and come out on top, and your body will totally thank you.

Did you know that if we “try to give up cheese” we have withdrawals like Mark “Rents” Renton does in Trainspotting? I didn’t, either! which is odd because sometimes I go quite a while without eating cheese. I don’t need to pick this apart. You’re not idiots. You can see why this is nuts. their final ‘fact’ is very interesting, though.

Milk-based cheese is … well, it’s just gross. Aside from the drugs we already mentioned, milk products are also loaded with artery-clogging saturated fat and cholesterol. And that’s not all. It’s also crawling with bacteria—some of it harmless and some of it pretty icky. For example, the same family of bacteria that makes Limburger cheese smell so bad (brevibacterium linens) is what makes your feet smell so bad.

Cheese is gross. that’s a scientific fact-and-a-half right there, that is. Cheese is gross and some bacteria in it is ‘icky’.

So, to summarize, the good folk at PETA are better people than you and better educated than you and we all rape cows because our bodies are so dependent on cheese we kill babies.

Here’s a cow having fun at the beach to ease the guilt.

Moo.

And that guy who hit me with a slab of tar was call Dan Griff, not Dan Evs.

I’ve Only Gone and Wound Myself Up.


Have you not seen Geordie Shore? No? You have no idea how lucky you are. I just caught less than five minutes of it and I’m pretty sure I’ll be having nightmares for weeks to come. I remember when MTV use to have awesome shows on it, written by actually talented/clever people. I use to watch Beavis & Butthead, or The Tom Green Show, or The Sifle & Ollie Show, or The Andy Milonakis Show, or The Andy Dick Show, or Jackass, or Daria. I just done a Wiki to see what shows were on it before my time and guess what? Andy-fucking-Warhol had a show on it. And Jon Stewart. but Andy-fucking-Warhol! How can they go from playing bands like Sonic Youth and The Pixies and Nirvana and Green Day (pre-going shit and doing awful things to their reputation like duet with fucking U2, but that’s for another blog) and Radiohead and having Andy-fucking-Warhol host his own show to just sticking a load of spoilt, pregnant, teenage whores, drunk Northerners  and Lady Gaga?

I imagine that everyone born after the year 2000 will be completely fucking retarded and it’s because of things like this. I use to look up to the people I’d see and hear on TV, but then I’d see people who worked hard to be where they are and get the shows they got, not a bunch of fucking drunken louts who have just lucked out and gotten some piss-poor writers to write them some piss-poor scripts and then hoped that they could act well enough to make it look real, though they don’t because their acting is piss-poor too, but the people who watch it just blindly believe what they’re watching is real because the T.V tells them so. and why would the T.V lie?

And then they talk about how amazing it is! I just searched Twitter for Geordie Shore and some people are saying it’s the best thing they’ve ever seen! What. The. Fuck? They look up to these people who spend their time drunk as shit and embarrassing themselves on the telly and talking about fucking and bitching about each other and swapping boyfriends/girlfriends and these people are now going to think that this is a perfectly reasonable way to act themselves. Our beloved T.V. is forcing these role-models onto kids in some kind of crazy bid to dumb everyone down or something. I don’t know.

You’re a child? and you’re pregnant? don’t worry! We can put you on TV then other children can think that they can become famous and rich by slutting it up, too!

I’m currently listening to a combination of The Flaming Lips and Daniel Johnston. Both acts are a part of the most talented people of our generation and both acts have been played on MTV in the past, but they won’t be played anymore. Why? Because they write, record and produce all their own music and don’t have songs about getting drunk in a club and fucking anyone. The have songs about how nice things can be and love and politics and modern society has no place for making things nice, or love, or real politics.

Fucking cunts. I’m going to be sick onto some Beatles records and The Young Ones box-sets, because why the fuck not? No-one gives a shit about talent and creativity anymore, so why not join them?

And Nikki Minaj can fuck off, too.

Flange.


I use to play alot of golf when I was young. I had a new putter once and it was made by a company called ‘Flange’ and as a result had ‘Flange’ written on the bit of it you hit the ball with.

I would spent my weekends hitting my ball with my flange. Brilliant.