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Cheese Sandwiches, Morrissey’s a Bastard & I’m a Sexy Boy.


Yesterday someone asked me not to be “super sexy funny online”. that’s not a bad request, although I had no idea my blog was super sexy. You can’t even see my face on here. well, you can, but I’m five and ginger. Maybe they think five year-old, ginger Miles is super sexy and twenty-seven year-old miles is the funny bit? that’s odd though. you can’t think ginger kids are sexy. Although, in my defence I have never been ginger. I was blonde when I was a kid but I just look like a ginger in that photo. Probably because of the lighting in the tent I’m chillaxing in. Continue reading

A Lesson in Glowing or; Ice Cream Vans!


There are two things wrong with this day. First of all, there’s an ice-cream truck going round. I know the spring equinox was yesterday and all that, but it’s still pissing it down and freezing cold, not to mention windy as shit.  Why would anyone possibly want to run outside to get an ice-cream? By the time you got it into your house the wind or rain would have seen it off. Poof! Ice-cream gone. Just like that. So obviously what’s happening is they’re selling drugs and I’ve just missed out on buying drugs. This is Pen-y-Fan, too, so you know they get the good stuff. Like dirty heroin and bad acid.

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Well PETA, You’ve Only Gone And Done it Again.


*Just a note; PETAs reply to my point this time was just the word “meh”. That’s all they had to say. “Meh”. What. The. Fuck.

God! Fuck! Shit! I get sooo wound up! Look at all that ‘o’. I am quite proper with my spelling usually, but these BASTARDS have turned me into a shell of my former self. I follow them on twitter because I like how ignorant they are and also thought they might post cute videos of kittens in fields or something. Everyone likes videos of kittehs, don’t they? No. Not PETA, it turns out. PETA like murder and animal cruelty more than anyone else on the planet. They’re a bunch of fucking sycophants, is what they are. They’re also idiots. Check out what they’re doing today:

http://twitter.yfrog.com/obe2nclj

That went a bit tits up. I can’t add the photo. Just the link. By the way, I love animals as you know from my last PETA related rant (http://wp.me/p13Mou-7u). I do. Now…

The first thing I hate about “Meat is Murder” bullshit is meat isn’t murder. Meat is meat. Murder is murder. They’re too different things. “Meat is the By-Product of Murder” I don’t mind, but meat itself isn’t murder. Meat can  murder. If I just bit into a raw pig and started chewing away, I would probably die. So meat can also be a murderer. Where’s your sign for that, Pete? Anyway…

That woman is outside the court where “The Cannibal Cop” is on trial. She is comparing eating bacon to his actions. I’ve been interested in this case for a while, so let me just sum it up for you;

I believe it was sometime last year when a New York police officer was arrested after he foiled attempt to kidnap a woman. Upon investigation it turns out he had gone into the police database and carried out surveillance on a hundred women he planned on kidnapping, raping, killing, cooking and then eating. Sounds pretty bad, right? But no! It gets worse! An ‘blueprint’ was then found on how he planned to cook the women. He was going to cook them on as low a heat as possible while they were still alive so it could be as tasty as possible! Om-nom-nom-nom-nom! That and he also wanted to keep them alive for as long as possible because, hey! If you’re going to go completely bat-shit crazy you may as well do it properly. And this fellow did. A true psycho among mentalists.

Now that’s all a pretty horrific thing he planned to do right there. So why have PETA pissed me off now? Because they’re are trying to say that what he planned on doing is no different to getting a cow in an abattoir and putting a bolt through it’s head to kill it in the most humane way possible so that we can enjoy it’s meat and so that it doesn’t have to have a horrible, slow death.

You ever eaten a steak? then you may as well go out, steal a human woman, rape the fuck out of her and cook her alive. You bastard meat eating sex offenders.

I hope someone from PETA is reading this. Just look at the two things you’re trying to compare. This is worse than when you tweeted, and still keep tweeting none-the-less, that cows are raped consistently for their entire lives so we can have cheese. Please try and argue your case in a grown-up fashion. Please?

It’s happy cow picture time again!

“I can’t wait to go from cow to beef!”

I’m off. I don’t have any sausages here so I’m going to go and fuck a child instead. Because it’s the same. Probably.

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.

How to Suck the Fun Out of Tea-Making; A lesson in Life.


I got up at quarter-past seven this morning today. Quarter-past fucking seven. In the morning. “You must be mad!” You may say to yourselves. How do I know? Because that’s just what I thought. Until now…

You can get so much done! This morning I’ve already devised a plan to steal all of the oil off of America, using a V-reg Nissan Micra with over-inflated tires as a getaway vehicle AND invented gloves that are just the finger  bits AND tweeted PETA about how they are allowed to date cats but I’m not allowed fuck dogs. All before ten! And I had a cup of tea. And had a peanut butter Kit-Kat Chunky. And a fag. What have you done? Nothing, probably. Fucking student bum.

Fucking PETA.

Fucking PETA.

It all just got very fancy! I’m at my mates office and some people have come in for an important meeting. They’re talking about phones at the moment in a dying quest for some ‘getting-to-know-you’ banter.

They just made me make them tea and coffee. It was a truly awful experience. They were whipping me with chains and laughing, “Hahaha!” They would laugh, “Hahaha! Make tea, monkey! Tea!” At one point they had me in the corner, weeping in the fetal position whilst they spat and continued their heckles. I was bleeding quite badly from a gash on the hip and it was one of the only times I’ve been grateful I’ve already had my front teeth knocked out. Then the kettle boiled and they threw the water at me. I screamed in agony and they started shouting “Where’s the tea?! Where’s the tea, monkey?!” I explained that I’d have to boil more water and it would be five minutes and they stole my shoes. I begged and begged for them to return my shoes as all my other pairs are back in Wales. They did give them back, but not before burning off the laces and soiling the innards.

They were very polite when I did finally them tea, though. But then I remembered I forgot the coffee…

SCENE.