Everything you need to know about the big O

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Niki Blonde (or is that Nikky, or Nikki?) Well anyway, it's her getting shagged. Again.

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Twins, not DeVito and Swarchenegger though.

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Pissage and wankment

What the fuck is going on with this bastard blog? The text isn't displaying. It's on the page but it's hidden for some reason. Fuck philosophy and grammar, I should go and study compooterz.

Ponderments, a new one.

I did ponder previously, however, I did have some technical fuck-ups I couldn't fix; couldn't be arsed fixing, couldn't be arsed finding out how to fix. So I did what any good lazy procrastinating lazy arsed blogger would do and redoed it. Well, the pondermentation was along the lines of University, but now that's up the shitter and I have no way of doing that now. It's a good job really because as I was saying to an online chum (are there any other kind) I haven't the steadfastness, nor the ability to see things through to the end. [insert wry smile here]

So that's it then isn't it?

Yes.

I hope you did, if not, sobeit.

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Happy Fucking New Year You Bastards!

Thank fuck Xmas is over. All that commercial bullshit to get greedy fuckers to buy shit they don't need, or shit others don't want. You hear people with their bullshit reasons for liking it, like "Meeeh, goodwill tward men". Oh give me a break, as our philologically challenged friends over in the U S of Whatever say. I did have to buy into too, not because I wanted to, but because I gave into my overwhelming sense of duty over my weak and limp-wristed sense of personal ethics. Life, it seems, will now quieten down to a dull roar, and I wont have to see those mundane folk I dubiously share DNA with. I jest, not at all. And what of New Year. When people come out with shite like "Put all the bad things of last year behind you and wipe the slate clean". Like this year is miraculously going to turn your pathetic dead end life around for absolutely no other reason than a different digit on the end of the year. Wake up and smell the bollocks Dear. I do hope you've enjoyed reading this half as much as I have writing it. Be well, and if you can't, I might.