Monthly Archives: June 2005

Is wearing a wristband going to make poverty history? No. Is a bunch of self-serving rock stars led by a rubber-lipped, woolly haired loudmouth playing a load of concerts going to make poverty history? No. Is Bono asking people to … Continue reading →

What noisy little cunts they are.

There’s an ad on the telly at the moment for Dubliner cheese. It involves two cunts sitting on a sofa in a clothes shop and eating Dubliner cheese. A guy cunt and a girl cunt ignoring all around them and … Continue reading →

What a bunch of cunts they are. “Shut up” they sing/rap. Well, if only they would take their own advice and close their fucking mouths forever. That singing girl’s voice is more irritating than Stinking Pete’s little brother who comes … Continue reading →

The world has been full of wonderful partnerships, in sport, on screen, in music and crime. It would be funny to imagine some of these people with other partners though, wouldn’t it. Here are some newly created teams that could … Continue reading →

I did have a good old larf at the Tom Cruise thing this week. It does show how shallow and superficial our world has become when a pint sized actor getting a modern version of the squirty flower trick you … Continue reading →

I went the other day to H&M, a ‘trendy’ clothes store, because I needed to buy some underpants. I hate buying underpants because I feel like I’m being ripped off each time I do. Maybe it’s just me but I … Continue reading →

Despite the fact they are incredibly useful, alarm clocks, in all their various guises are complete and utter cunts. Nothing makes me want to commit acts of physical violence more than when I hear my alarm go off each morning. … Continue reading →

Go now, read, enjoy, cry, laugh, shoot your load, wet your pants, then read the new Dangermaus. Out now!