Musings from the ass end of the world

I hated going to weddings. All the grandmas would poke me saying "You're next." They stopped that when I started doing it to them at funerals.

mandag, desember 18, 2006

An apple a day...


I was just sitting here eating an apple and I accidentally ate one of those effing stickers they put on them (I had removed one already, but somebody must have decided to be generous since it's close to Xmas and add a second one)

How do blind people avoid them? Have they deviced a bulletproof method of detecting them before they munch away, or do their guts look like an advertising board for various apple brands? Surely, having all them stickers plastered around your innards can't be good for you?

Invariably (!) what goes in must come out. If one of my turds have a NZ Rose sticker on it, I promise I won't post a pic of it ;-)

fredag, desember 08, 2006

Er det ikke rart...

Hva skiller mennesker fra dyr?
Så vidt jeg vet har dyr pels OVERALT utenom kjønnsorganer. Mennesker derimot er bortimot hårløse bortsett fra kjønnsorganer armhuler etc. Where's Darwin when you need him?