Category: Whingegasm
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Thought Vomit #69: ft. No Oral Sex Jokes
I’ve been planning all day to write something about the Apollo 11 moon landings, but something much more pressing has come up than the anniversary of the greatest event in human history; yes, something annoyed me, and my irked brain is infinitely more important than some poxy bally heroes who risked their lives to skip…
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Thought Vomit #68: ft. ABSOLUTELY NOTHING
Perhaps the worst time to sit down and type is when I have a belly full of steak dinner. The blood has deserted my brain capsule, revealing the paltry morsel trapped within, and favoured instead grabbing a taste of that sumptuous meal itself. It’s done that a lot this week, heading gutward to feast on…
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Thought Vomit #67: ft. Nah, It’s All Good
There must be a word for it. I expect the Germans have one, they always do. What’s that thing called when you have a good retort to something that happened yesterday? And no, it’s not ‘annoying’. Maybe I should take Prince George’s lead, he is after all as clever as a stick in a bucket…
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Thought Vomit #66: ft.
Words is good. Me like em. There do be enuff words what r nice lik ‘loquacious’ but wot don’t get used as much as em should be. Wot is bestest abowt words is that even if you dun use em right, u can still get a gud idea of meening. However, one of the unfortunate…
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Thought Vomit #56: ft. Only Boring People Get Bored
I’m bored. Incessantly, face-achingly, ball-scratchingly bored. Indeed, if you’ll indulge me for a moment, I’m so bored you could sit me next to the resurrected corpse of Jesus Christ himself and I would muster nary more than an apathetic harrumph. And it seems nothing short of a Jack Bauer-esque day will shake me from the…
