Negativity
As anybody who has wasted a few minutes reading this page in the past would know, I am without a doubt the world's most positive individual*. However, even someone as relentlessly affirmative such as myself feels the need to get in touch with reality now and again, so I'm going to vent on a few subjects. Bear with me if I've already covered these topics; take it as proof that not much distresses me.
Firstly, it has come to my attention that some people actually like Hip Hop, as opposed to just looking at the girls in the videos. Some of these fans are otherwise quite normal and some could even be considered to be intelligent. The more extreme devotees call Hip Hop "Music." I don't see the relationship myself. I've been told that there are some Hip Hop makers who don't write poetry which would get a 'please repeat' in Primary School and that there may, in fact, be others who are not misogynist wankers. Some of them have been known to go three full minutes without self-aggrandisement. They don't last long usually. The majority of the latter group are Australians and they are usually too busy telling me what a racist/ fascist/ non-uni student wanker I am to tell me how good they are - that's just assumed.
Speaking of talking about yourself, how sick am I of country singers telling me what a country boy/ girl they are? I don't care. Just do some more songs about your dog running off with your wife. And play the fiddle. There isn't enough fiddle these days. And Garth Brooks, if you're reading this, fuck off and die. Go and blow your tour bus up at a Big and Rich Concert or something. And take Lee Kernaghan (a.k.a. Garth Brooks-lite) with you.
Also, sheep. Sheep are a pain in the arse. Don't buy wool. Don't eat lamb/ hoggett/ mutton. Sheep are like having a stupid, retarded needy girlfriend who doesn't put out. Cattle can be left quite happily for months and won't complain. Sheep need shearing, crutching, lamb marking, dipping, drenching etc, etc. In wet areas, they even need pedicures. They won't look for water, you have to take them to it. Ditto feed. You have to read them a story and tuck them in or they won't sleep at night. Bastards. Eat more beef, you mob.
I feel better now.
* Unless of course you are talking about things like HIV or Herpes Simplex B, in which case I am not positive at all. Even a little bit. I hope.
9 Comments:
I generally only like two tooth but its hard to get these days. Otherwise yeah. Just try loading (or even unloading) a load of full wool sheep on a hot sticky day just after it has rained, up a ramp onto a double decker semi. one, by one, by one, ......
(although these days I guess its a triple decker B Special)
I'd rather be almost kicked to death by a small aberdeen angus vealer whilst trapped in a corner of the truck.
Dollop,
tried leaving a set of BMW keys on the bar?
Adie,
Also, would a stupid, retarded, needy girlfriend be better if she did put out more? After the sex she'd still be stupid etc ...
So? There's a pub down the road if I feel like talking to someone.
FXH,
I'd rather unload into a mob of sheep - full wool or freshly shorn. Anything large calibre will do.
Sheep are like having a stupid, retarded needy girlfriend who doesn't put out.
Dirk, ya gotta give em time, talk to 'em like. Try a Kiwi accent.
one advantage of sheep. I used to kill a two tooth every fortnight and eat it with the family. You can't kill a steer by yourself or a pig.
Adrian,
wouldn't a Kiwi accent just make them run away?
og,
Garf?
FXH,
au contraire, when you have a tractor with a front bucket, they aren't that difficult to manouvre. Getting a steer carcass into the coolroom to hang for a while can be problematic, though.
Sorry, maybe you boys outside the Great Septic Tank don't know Garf Bwooks has a wierd speech impediment that he sings & speaks around. Listen carefully, you catch it sometimes.
I wouldn;t know if Garf had an extra head. I try to avoid him at all costs.
This fella loves sheep. In the biblical sense.
http://www.thesmokinggun.com/archive/0307062sheep1.html
Personally, I'm a fan of goats. My uncle's farm had goats galore, and I thought they were funny, the way they climbed and ate everything, and smelled bad.
I saw that, JenJen, I was going to alert Ranger Tom of the perils of the Fire Brigade.
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