Right I've just watched loose women, a program I used to love and found quite entertaining. But recently I have come to realise the novelty of the program has worn off and I've come to see that the so called 'Loose' women are just a bunch of childish middle ages women who think they have strong moral opinions, when really they talk a load of bollocks!
Jackie Brandels- looks like she's been dragged through a hedge backwards. Come on love... your the main presenter of the show... at least book in for a blowdry before you go on air.
Coleen- her personality is expressed through her tits. Every joke, declarative or when ever a handsome male guest comes on the show... her tits always have to have a mention! Put them alway pal... your hardly showing how much of strong minded woman you really are when every conversation begins with you feeling your knockers!
Carol- Now I used to like Carol. She was the type of woman you'd wanna go out with and get hammered with... because that was all she seemed to be interested in... having a good time. Then she completely contradicted herself and got herself a young toy boy... sure women do have needs... but still you let me down!
Jane- Where do I begin... common and loud! Yet she is still classed as classy because she shops at NEXT!
But the worse woman on that show (forgive me if I've mentioned her before when bloggering but she is really started to get on my tits!) The Malteaser woman on the sponser advert!
Will someone shoot her please! 190 calories... you need new ways to b naughty. I'm not being funny but at the rate of packets of malteasers she's eating I think she's being more then a little 'naughty'. Maybe thats all she eats! Malteasers! God you won't invited her round for tea would you? All she'd do is eat a packet of malteasers and do something naughty!
Well do you wanna know what you are love
An annoying fucking, ugly, fat, pedamorphic, plain, common, typical boring bitch... who makes every single woman in this country look bad!
Just fuck off!
x
Wednesday 29 April 2009
Sunday 26 April 2009
Mad Libs!
I'm bord so I'm doing Mad Libs online and amusing myself
Here are some of them
Learn to be rock star!
I'm at a new school. Its name is “The Mark Heaton School for Rock Stars.” The courses here are fat!
My first assignment is to learn to play the spoons and sing like a rock star. To be a good rock star, I'm supposed to hump around a lot, to finger across the stage, and to wank at the audience. I did not act like that at my old school, so I think I'll have to work on it for a while; this will be interesting homework.
My second assignment is to learn to have an entourage, which is a group of people that always seems to follow around a rock star. I have a lot of friends, but for this assignment I suddenly have 9000001 people following me around, telling me how hairy I am, how they really like my thong, and how I am the most ugly person ever. I can't be sure, but I think they are just saying that.
My final assignment is to put on a rock concert. I have to arrive in a(n) shag wagon and walk the green carpet, past all the fucking fans with cameras flashing in my face. Then, when I get inside, my entourage will be there and I will rim with them to the stage. Next, I'll perform 13 songs, all while pooing across the stage, singing, and fisting at the audience. This will be the toughest final exam I've ever had, and the one I'll never forget!
(sorry about this one... I honestly couldn't stop laughing though when I read it)
Here are some of them
Learn to be rock star!
I'm at a new school. Its name is “The Mark Heaton School for Rock Stars.” The courses here are fat!
My first assignment is to learn to play the spoons and sing like a rock star. To be a good rock star, I'm supposed to hump around a lot, to finger across the stage, and to wank at the audience. I did not act like that at my old school, so I think I'll have to work on it for a while; this will be interesting homework.
My second assignment is to learn to have an entourage, which is a group of people that always seems to follow around a rock star. I have a lot of friends, but for this assignment I suddenly have 9000001 people following me around, telling me how hairy I am, how they really like my thong, and how I am the most ugly person ever. I can't be sure, but I think they are just saying that.
My final assignment is to put on a rock concert. I have to arrive in a(n) shag wagon and walk the green carpet, past all the fucking fans with cameras flashing in my face. Then, when I get inside, my entourage will be there and I will rim with them to the stage. Next, I'll perform 13 songs, all while pooing across the stage, singing, and fisting at the audience. This will be the toughest final exam I've ever had, and the one I'll never forget!
(sorry about this one... I honestly couldn't stop laughing though when I read it)
The Camping Trip
It was a cold, perverted night. Vicky and Karen licked out around the campfire, boning songs and eating bananas.
Soon they got tired, climbed into their douche bags, and eventually fell asleep. Suddenly, they were both wide awake. There was a loud groping sound outside the tent. Karen grabbed Vicky's fury gorge and held on for dear life. Vicky started chanting, “Lions and pubes and herpies, oh my!” over and over again.
Then into their tent fell their friend Toni. Toni had been thirsty and had gone into the house for some piss. Now the piss was on the floor of their tent. But they all had a good laugh and went back to sleep.
It turned out to be a very fit camping trip. And maybe next time they'll even leave Karen's backyard.
Wednesday 15 April 2009
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