I used to think it was because of my appearance but, it would appear the weirdos can find me over the phone, T'internet or even by snail-mail (when it regards bills).
To explain what I mean by freaks/weirdos, let me expand a little further (like a fat twat in a pie shop).
I can walk into a pub/bar full of people, purchase my pint of Jack Daniels or whatever, and stand at the bar cogitating about something and nothing.
Within minutes I will be approached by:-
- a freak on a leash offering to sell me drugs, or
- a wired weirdo wanting to buy drugs, or
- a suspicious character offering me the chance to make some money by nefarious means
- I don't need any thanks, I'm perfectly capable of talking bolllocks without the need of chemical stimulation
- Do I look like a pharmacist? No - they usually wear white coats not fuck-off long black coats
- Whilst I understand the fiscal benefits of importing Romanian women to give blow jobs for 50 cents whilst you charge 50 euros as their 'slime-manager' it is still a bullshit idea, and no, I am not afraid of you 'shit-for-brains' but thanks for asking.
Whilst the temptation to become Jean Claude Van Sprout (JG) and pluck their eyeballs from their head whilst decapitating their grandmother with a jumping side kick is appealing, I live in the real world. Therefore, I allow the Fuckwit-Filter to do the 'kicking in'.
"I'm sorry" I say whilst taking a non-too healthy drag on my cigarette "You must have me confused with someone that actually gives a fuck about whatever you're talking about"
*Weirdos and freaks wander off*
"See - I told you" - says Fuckwit Filter
"Indeed" - I reply
"And btw, I got rid of that shite by Coldplay on your Muppet3 that was a birthday present - I mean, it is fucking bollocks anyway so I replaced it with the new HIM album"
Hooray for Fuckwit-Filters.......
11 comentarios:
your fuckwit filter is spot on. i mean, coldplay? yeah whatever. love him. not "him". but HIIIM. y'know...him. wings of a butterfly-good tune.
you uh always drink a pint of jack my friend? bah. i'd be passed out, legs in the air, lookin all a hot mess if i drank that much. nevermind, i'm already a hot mess...
carry on.
Je n'ai plus besoin de bullshit-filter, depuis que je suis aware...
Goth I want to just spend a day following you around and watching what happens....
Kimmy -> I'm Forest Goth - "Life is like a bar of liquour - you never know what you gonna get
JG -> suitably quoted, you'll note
JC -> Pour savoir, est d'être, est à. ... and more French bollocks - Descartes
Princess -> you can 'come' with me anytime ;-)
So you've changed your appearance again ... blogifically speaking this time. Very nice. Black suits you. I did not come and bother you at the bar, you will have noted. Thanks for the chips.
ooohhh new layout.
very nice.
I am a weirdo magnet, I sympathize. Happens all the freakin' time wherever I go. I guess we just send out those vibes, or something.
Daphne -> noted and appreciated - I was doing my 'Dear Goth, I have a problem...' thing - as for les frites, pas de probleme ma cherie
Kimmy -> It's rather boring but I don't want to be pissing around with computers after I've spent all day fixing them (but thank you)
Ariel -> The sad thing is that I try to send out the 'come near me and I'll kill you' vibes - not working for shit apparently :(
Well, you remembered the Zodiac bit. But 'doofer' - I guess...
Ooh! Like the new look!
HA - 13th !!
Zoe -> Unfortunately, your guess is not as good as mine
HADDOCK
JG -> tx dude - see me piss around with layout doofers
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