Happiness is…

…telling your New Deal adviser to shove her full-time, 13-week Job course right up her barren, dried up clout*.

*Actual event may have been more cordial than described.

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Sissons!

So Sissons is retiring. Now could be a good time to air his finest moment.

Hat tip – IsThatcherDead @ Twitter

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Mr B’s Hot Link Injection for the week ending Friday, 12th June

Failure to follow these highly sexual, hypertextual data tunnels will result in ignorance, impotence and a 69% reduction in excellence.

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Mr Blackett’s Multi-directional Idiot Death Ray

As you may already know, my quest for world domination is not going as planned. I’d expected to be Supreme Commander of Earth by now but, would you believe it, I’m not quite there yet.

To speed things up a bit, the science division has been sent the following blueprint for an all new, fascist-seeking, plutonium-powered laser gun that I shall use to free you all from tyranny (then totally not replace it with my own tyrannical regime, I fucking swear).

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It should be completed by Friday. While you all wait, help fight the good fight by signing this.

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Ant on a turntable!

In light of some sad news and some downright fucking horrifying news, I’d like to remind myself and some of you that life is sometimes so completely and utterly beautiful that you feel like your heart is going to burst inside your chest.

Go on, son!

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I did a forget…

…but I never tell a lie. For I am not a boaster, but a positive toaster.

Here’s the greatest video of anything ever and ever, Amen.

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Poppins

Yippee!

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Mr B’s Hot Link Injection for the week ending Friday, 5th June

A bit of an epic post this week. I’ve managed to get through nearly two weeks of stuff here. It should keep you occupied until home time.

Failure to follow these highly sexual, hypertextual data tunnels will result in ignorance, impotence and a 69% reduction in excellence.

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And the winner is…

winner

I agree that there is a limited audience for this post. I don’t care because I won by a fucking mile…and my team had the best name.

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Brainfart – I’m a big boy!

I’ve intimidated people twice today.

1) At the supermarket checkout someone behind me was having an argument on the phone with his girlfriend. To be fair to him, he was so angry that he’d forgotten where he was and couldn’t gauge how loud his voice was.

“I don’t have fuck all to do with that fucking photo! I’m fucking tellin’ yer! Shut up, you daft cunt! I don’t know fuck all about that fucking photo. I’m fucking tellin’ yer.”

He had a young boy with him. Whether this lad was his son or not, it’s generally accepted that you don’t swear like, well, me in front of kids that age.

So I stared at him…and stared…and stared…until eventually I got his attention. When he finally met my gaze I looked at the boy then back at him. He realised where he was and what he was doing.

“Err, I’m at the checkout at the supermarket. I’ll talk about this later. Sorry everyone.”

Win!

2) *BANG* *BANG* *BANG* *BANG* *BANG* *BANG*

My robotic chair is right next to the front door so that’s the sound my door makes when anyone so much as touches it. When someone knocks at my door, it’s pretty much a given that you’ll startle the shit out of me. About an hour ago, someone knocked at the door.

“Hello mate!”

“Erm, hi?”

“Oh no! Have you just got home from work?”

“What?”

“You look like you’ve…”

“What do you want?”

“Oh…erm…I’m from the Red Cross and…”

“I can see that. You’re wearing a bright yellow jacket with the Red Cross logo on the chest.”

“Have I come at a bad time?”

“Yup”

“Okay then. I’ll leave you alone.”

Win!

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