Big up the boobs
If you’re like me and hopefully you’re not, you’ve used 10% of your mind to increase the size of your breasts. While this in itself is commendable and needs to be commended, most of us […]
Tag: Bill Y
The Way It Is
Not everywhere is the same. There are still remote parts of the world, where those without musical taste, continue to listen to the so-called music of Bon Jovi. We call these people ‘the truly sick’ […]
How to be a table
Not many people can perform magic. Apart from magicians, governments and governments that are magicians, the only people who can perform magic are magic people. If you’re unlike me, you’ll have witnessed some special moments […]
The day of turning things upside down.
Each year, an annual event takes place. It makes little sense but sense is not something I’ve ever had a close relationship with and long may it continue. Once a year, in a role reversal […]
Let’s Play the Online Translator Game
Again, I seem to have been inspired by something Bill Y. Ledden did (which was made necessary by my throwing a bunch of Italian at him). I believe in giving credit where it is due, […]
Attenzione Prostitute
Sometimes you need to get away from the so-called music of Bon Jovi, head to another country to drink some beer, do some gambling and hook up with some prostitutes. I hadn’t been on holiday […]
Portable E-Mail Device
In one way, I’m right up to date on the latest technologies such as Soda Streams, LCD watches and ice cubes but when it comes to things like email, telephones or the art of conversation, […]
Acknowledgement of knowledge
I thought long and I thought hard and came to a conclusion. There’s no way I’m ever going to be able to share knowledge in the same way as Donna Cavanagh, founder of HumorOutcasts.com or […]
Going for an MRI procedure is no laughing matter
Going for an MRI procedure is no laughing matter so let’s laugh at it right now. Jill Y recently went for a scan. She forgot to relieve herself before the procedure and an accident ensued. […]
Tampering World Champion
When I was littler, my cousin and I used to tamper with an old bike that was in our neighbor’s back garden. It was an old motorbike from the 40’s and in our imagination, it […]