Vegetarians and how they secretly lust the entire destruction of mankind

Veggies are the only consumptions of veggies. But in the growing of veggies the vast use of pesticides are used to keep their beans and stuff healthy and not nibbled by greenfly. These green fly would have bean eaten buy bigger bugs or by bird or then intern after the bigger bugs mice voles weasel and stoats. Thus being the start of the food chain. With in the end leads to us. By cutting out these middle animals they are narrowing the variation of complex molecules consumed. The same effect as GM crops (more on them in a moment). This elimination of the bugs stops the animals in the food chain from growing and existing and will eventually lead to there deaths playing havoc with are delicate eco system. Thus narrowing the verity of food for everyone else not just the cousin marring ranks. Ergo the population of the world will perish. The pesticides these twisted people use also are getting too dangerous proportions for humans. (As reported recently in the national press) let alone the wild life that eats them. Slowly and insidiously destroying life. GM crops are just a quicker and more effective way of doing this. As the general populous uncover there evil ways the strive to come up with greater weapons in there arsenal. Under the guise of fitter healthier more productive crops. They are narrowing the gean pool in plans as well. Witch will lead to the deaths of millions of plant animals and humans. Leaving the earth a baron desalt wasteland.1

Time dialation, evolution and angry drivers.


Time fly’s when your having fun. Well yeah maybe but I recon fun doesn’t last that long, the opposite is true when you are late. You rush and rush and you get to work 5 mins late after running driving and juggling everything you have to do just to get to work with some trousers on. You get there 5 mins late. You don’t even get in trouble. But you have cursed yourself. Time now passes unnaturally slowly for the rest of the day. Making 1 hour at work seem like a week. And every time you look at the clock thinking it must be almost lunch and it still only 10am a little part of your soul dies.

A theory I have had for a long time is that pens evolve into traffic cones. You have you biro and the suddenly its gone, the little fucker has metamorphoses into a cone and its off to join the teaming shooles on the side of evey road I drive on. Just think about pens always disapear, cones are always apearing. In short biros and the larvai of trafic cones. I don’t wish to bang on about this any further, coz im in danger of going into my “vegatarens secrety lust for the destrution of the human race” and “ you nuts being an external organ proves the existence of god” rants and they are quite frankly fo another day.


Sitting at work and car skreeches to a hult and the driver jumps out and starts shouting at the bus driver behind him they exchange heated words and colourful language. Then the bus driver desides it tine to get on and take the poor sods in his bus to the station. When the guy stands infront of the bus Tanaman Square (sp?) Style. The bus drive desides to back up and then go for it. The driver in his early 50’s jumps and grabs onto the window of the bus. He clings there as the bus zooms off up the road at 30mph. (I have fallen off something at that speed and I know it relly fucking hurts and you don’t end up with much skin on you back left). It the goes round a roundabout in busy traffic. Before it is stopped by the police.

Just a normal day in farnbrough

sound of drilling part 2 :no drilling



well it was time to have my crazy metal tempry crown taken offa dn my new uber expencive one fitted. and to be part of my body for the rest of my days. now dentists dont have the problem i have. i get old people come in and i cant shut them up. the talk about there eys then they talk about someone they knows eyes then there family, then the war. you just cant stop them. the good old teath drillers are lucky coz no a lot of people can talk when you have pointy metal barbs in there mouth.

" so probubly best you dont have any anestetic for this as it will be over quicker, if it is sensative then well stop and give you some"

"yeah fine" im of the genral opinion that id rather have the pain and it last 1 min than have 1 tenth of the pain and it last 3 weeks. coz with anisetic i will bigh myself it will tern into an ulser and it will hert for months.

the ners cant find somthing and then the dentist starts singing nesery rhymes. then the pain hits. its not unbareable . its just the exposed nerve to the cold air. as it dryes. the dentist is still singing rhymes. he manages to sing every one i know and the the nerse is thretting to punch him.

i have never had a medical preseder with pain nersey rhymes and threts of violence before it was very strange.

but to my amazment my new crown is such a good job it looks like nothing has ever happend. feels like part of my mouth already.

its 9.50 is so i have been at work for 50 mins.

i have upset jeramy clarksons aunt.

an riped a big hole in the arse of my trousers.

only 4 hours 10 mins to go till i can go and buy some more trousers.

as of wrighting this. a very atractive young lady has come in. and i had to move about the shop in a way that was to atleast try to conseal the sight of my pants. and then i asedenty pushed the wrong button on the credet card machine. and chaged her 199 insted of 119.

im so smooth

things like this hapen to me all the time



ok now im a geek. i play videogames alot. a few years aboy metal gear solid 3 came out, and about a week before my playstation 2 dies. so i never got to play it. i didnt buy a new ps2 as i had and xbox. but i always wanted to get around to playing it at some point

now i have my shiny new ps3. i check the backwards compatabilaty list. and only the special edition version of mgs3 plays for some reason. ok fine. im shure i will stumble on a second had copy at some pont. that some pont was at lunch yesterday. ltd ed with good disks. price £27.99. the game was 2 sterlings more when it was brand new. but its the only ltd copy i have seen in years. i looked on amazon and they where selling second hand copys same price. ohh well i thought. always trade it in after if i get a bit skint,

i get home set up my ps3. ****** there is a new update 1.6 to 1.7***** right i go to the shops and grab me a six pack. (beer ok im not feeling up men). get home install the update. brill im ready. riped the lid off a cold one, sip the throth, and stick in the disk. silence

****this game is not compatable with the 1.7 version****

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Saturday morning thin smile time again. Doing my before work rounds paper CHECK, water CHECK, raspberry’s CHECK. One stop left, for a bacon sand wedge. Choice of 3 shops. Greg’s bacon cooked a month ago and marg in a dry bap. The deli. Sometimes cooked fresh sometimes bacon is kept walm. In my opinion bacon is best cooked on a griddle. So im thinking popins. Not been there in ages.

I walk in the whole place is wood and very smart and clean for a restaurant let alone a café. There is about 3 “chefs” and 5 waters. And the owner. All Turkish. They are all extremely smartly dressed. Waistcoats matching the color of the place. One rushes up and takes my order as im walking to the counter. The owner takes my dash and hes talking to what look like some regulars, about holidays or some idal chat. I waiting and I whip my phone out to return at txt. My spider sence is tingling. Theres a woman in her 50’s suddenly talking to the owner. I didn’t see he walk up to the counter so I have missed the first part of the conversation.

Woman “why are you loot working here, not bake in your own country…. You should go back to turkey”

My embarrassed smile hits, but im shure my eyes have a slightly panicked expression.

Woman “why are all you Turkish people here”

Owner in a broad Turkish acsent “ we are all English” and he give a cheeky smile

The lady rants abit more im to shocked to remember it

The owner still with a cheeky smile “ lady if you’re a raciest then fine im not because im English and im more English than you”

The woman says, “The day this country gets a black prime minister that’s the day this country is finished”

She walks out

The owner looks at me and the other customers “ I don’t want to be in turkey there’s too many bloody foreners there”

the sound of drilling


a little while ago i and some of my komrades went for a spot of lunchon. in a foul stinking weatherspoons. yes i dont like 'spoons. they serve barralwash and microwave grade "F" mystrymeat. i was out voted so that where we went. i went i fancy a mixed grill. a mate pipes up with "na made you dont want that you'll brake your teeth on that" is langage commen to the avrage 'spoons patron i told him to ceese his idel pratter, and to let me order. (yeah ok.... i told him to shut the fuck up and stop being a silly cunt..... i wright this in cos im not shure how clear my spelling is being today). so i order my mix grill and they have there ecolii burgers. a few mouthfulls in i feel a twinge in my mouth. i cary on choping and i keep getting this funny feeling. not pain. just and odd feeling. "fuck i have broken my tooth" i go to the bathroom in the vage hope that im wrong. i look in the mirror my lover left mola is looking ok. i tough it. it splits neatly it two. i come back to the table looking sheepish. to the laughs gears and "i fucking told you so's". because it wa ssaterday i had no luck finding a dentist and had to go the weekend with trying not to eat or loose bits of my tooth. in the weeks that follow i have a tempy filling, proper filling to reconsuct, tooth brake some more, temp filling. x-rays. at this pont its basicly time for a crown, the detist slips in casualy that it £340 for the crown and i have already payed for all the other stuff on the list. also at the same time i had to pay dubble profesional fees to my govening optical body coz they are wankers but that a diffrent story.

crown time. well i dont hate the dentist. i just find it all a bit uncomftable. first of all there is the injections. then impressions, the more injections bucause i wasnt shure i was numb enough. then the drilling starts. drilling is ok. i just lay back and looka at the celing, problen is i cant help but want to swallow evey 20 seconds an i know hes going to be drilling in there for 10 mins. then he desides hes done coveing me in water and fragments of my teeth. and i can rince. clear is mouthwash when i spit it out is BLACK. black what the hell. swill around and spit again. black again. at this point i think its probubly best to not think about it. and lay back for some more drilling and then some more impressions. at least im getting my moneys worth. so then he pulls out the teeth equlelent of the dulux colour chart for teath so my crown can be made the same colour. it gose from bleach white to smoke dammage yellow. looking at it i want to be white everyone want to be white. i dont smoke, i dont drink coffee, brush at least 3 time aday. come one atleast only a quater of teh way down to yellow . i came deprellingly close to the half way point. then he had to read off this cde to the dental nerse he said "Yo3" im hopeing the y is nor for yellow but i know deep down it is. a meatal tempry crown is fitted wich is a crazy gold colour and looks a bit ganster. but sadly evertime i touch it with a fork or spoon. it feels like im haveing and electric stroke. i get out of the dentist with my face drooping and not shure how much of my black dribble im covered in. looking forward to 2 weeks time when they pull this metal from my head and put somthing in me with philosiocly could be a new part of my body.

i swich my phone on. txt from mat the person that cursed me when eating in the firts place. "hi buddy what you up 2?". "just got out of dentist in town dribbling" 2 mins later "be theer in 5 have to see this" he pitches up and asks me if i want to go get some lunch

Love bites, and fools


we had the bi annual ESFR paintball. witch basicly invols me trying to get some people to come. they say yes. get drunk the night before and can get up in the morning, we tern up. late and im some cases so drunk still thay are unable to talk, then we get shot by bigger boys with there own super hy power guns. needless to say we lost again, but i do love paintball.

yeasterday a guy on the winning went ohh there is a bit of mud on the end of my gun turned it around to look at it and pulled the trigger. shooting himself square in the face. well atleast he knows his maks works.

my misfortune was caused my me only houres before exclaming that id rather be shot in the testicals than in the throut, 6 mins into the first game. a paintball ant 300 foot persecond hits me in the windpipe. i was almost sick inside my mask. there is nothing like tempting fate. stitting here with a bruse tha looks like a love bite i cant help wondering if i said shoot me in the neck i never want to be shot in the stones. would i be sitting here and would i be sitting with a bag of ice.

the problem with a love bight its they are a total stupid thing. and have a bruse that looks like one is a bit frustrating. people complane about me at work for varouse stupid things, never for actuly anything i have done wrong. i had a minor bit of segery on my neck and it looked like a love bite for 6 weeks, and loads of people complaned to my boss about it, and evan said. stuff to me about it. so i just hope it goes down quick. witch it wont. the most embarrasing time was when i worked at a kids wacky fun house place and used to sort out partys and stuff, and i had seen my girlfriend at the time before i went to work, and at work some kid jumped of wome of the play fome climing things at me and grabbed the whissel that was on a cord around the neck. so i suddleny almost got garotted by a 3 year old, leaning a nice bruse and scrape on my neck. went home to the girlfriend. "a kid did it honest" that was a difficalt evning

i had a guy come in my shop today and asked if he could pay his t.v licesnce. if he hed hed cash i would have let him. he said the post office told him to come to my opticians.

20 mins later a woman comes in asking if i do a photocopying service. i give her the directions to a place in town and she askes me how much it costs. im am opticain i said i dont work at the copy place i just know where it is. so you wont copy this for me? i tell her where the place is and she looks at me in the way that only crazy people can and leaves.

odd morning relly