Achol ( cant think of something funny might think of one later then i'll change it )

For the record before I get into all this I am 16, I am an above average student and not a chav or something els simmer

But I do drink alcohol and will continue to drink alcohol now till I die

My parents didn’t introduce me to alcohol, the first time I had alcohol was with my friends on the local golf course at night, I took a 4 pack of cider and a hip flask of gin & ginger, I was not given the alcohol by anyone but rather I have the advantage of looking almost identical to my older brother who is 19, needless to say I am able to use this to my advantage and it means no-one needs to buy alcohol for me. But that was when I was 15 I am now 16 my parent knows I drink and I’m able to drink responsibly, due to my build I am able to hold my alcohol well, and I rarely get so drunk that I and crawling on the floor, mostly I’m am sinning the entire soundtrack to Chicago with my other drunken mates, the worse thing I have ever done drunk was broke my ankle pole danceing when intoxicated  (something I would not recommend)  but generally I am responsible when drinking and also I have good friends who keep me responsible when drinking, but now people do say that giving kids alcohol is bad which I somewhat agree, giving some kids alcohol is bad if there little cunts, but I am responsible enough to buy, drink and enjoy alcohol some don’t punish everyone cos there are a few shits, in the young people can drink responsibly, a few bad apples DOSE NOT spoiled the bunch.

The boy who hated Christmas --- a Dr Seuss x-mas

I’ll tell you a story

One I’m sure you’ve been told

About a boy who hated Christmas

And was 16 years old

He lived in a town

On a cold mounted top

A town like no other

It was called plip plop

Oh the people you meet

In that small hill town

Are pleasant and friendly

And never feel down

But the boy however

Who lived in that place

Did not like the season

And frowned with his face

You see, people in plip plop

Liked Christmas a lot

They rejoiced in the days

It made hearts trot

They hung pooks from the ceiling

And zooks on the door

And out in the streets

They hung so much more

For In the main square

There was a sight to be saw

There were lights all around

Not one did withdraw

But back to our boy

Our story’s about

The boy who hates Christmas

And always would pout

The boy had no features

And didn’t say much

But would grumble and moan

And walk about on a crutch

As he walked through that town

Way way up high

He grumbled to him self

And let out a sigh

And the thing he would grumble

As he walked along

Would offend a lot of people

They think he is wrong

But the people of plip plop

Just didn’t care

About the boy in the crutch

Taking up all there air

Oh the things you can say

When you’re not herd

You can be just so sill

You can be so absurd

 You can talk about politics

You can have a real fit

You can talk about rubbish

You can say the word shit

But on this day

As he called Christmas a turd

A most dreadful thing happened

Someone over herd

“Christmas a trud

No don’t be absurd

How can you use

Such a terrible word

We won’t stand for this

In this hill top town

We’ll take him to the elders

That boy with the frown”

So they took the boy

Who walked with a crutch

To the top of the hill

And called for elder  Pluch

With a creak and a crack

The door it did open

The boy was summoned in

In front of elder PoePeePenn

The court had assemble

They had come straight away

To judge that boy

Who hated Christmas day

The oldest elder

Leaned over the table

“Now tell us why

Speak if you’re able”

Now the boy in the crutch

With a cough and a splutter

Looked at the elder

And this he did mutter

“I really hate Christmas

I hate it a lot

The whole fucking season

In this town of plip plop

I’m grumpy and miserable

In fact I’m a git

But you have to accept

That Christmas is shit

For first there are the cards

Packed up all tight

And I’m supposed to send one back

That’ll be bloody right

Then there’s the shopping

The terror the pain

And the twats with no manners

I think it’s a shame

Another’s the lights

In the streets and the cities

I quite hate them all

There really quite shifty

But the thing I hate most

Is that people do think

Is that they need to tell me

That not celebrating dose stinks

If I don’t want to celebrate

That my own bloody decision

And I hate all these people

In this plip plop prison

And the fact that I’m stuck here

Is simply pure luck

But the fact that you hate me

I don’t give a fuck

A Meal and a half --- A cooking carol

since it is Christmas i have decided to write this post in the style of Charles dickens, writer of probably the best Christmas story ever, this is my tribute.

Whilst walking into the local provisionary store, the single thought on my mind was of the delights in cooking one'self a Italian lasagna, the lasagna in question was a particular desire of mine throughout the week and i had planed to recreate the recipe used by the people of america and let the lasagna sit for a day till consumption so that the insides have a chance to congeal making a delightfully thick inside to it, but now as i browsed the supermarket, my basket gradually filling up with the various items , i saw the very ingredient that i required to complete my lasagna, the sheets of pasta them self, overcome with delight i rushed and picked up the very first box i could see, finishing my shopping having gathered the required ingredients, proceeding to the cashier, now exhilarated to make the feast for that nights late meal, i had already started counting my money, too existed to wait, this was building up to be a masterful dinner.

On arriving home i immediately turned the oven to it's maximum potential, this was key in preparing this bountiful meal, after a small time the kitchen was sinning, the aromas protruding delighted the senses, i could feel ones nose stretching forward to gather more of the heavenly sent, now that the preparation was completed the construction could begin, , now whilst layering the first set of pasta on the bottom of the dish i noticed that there were small black seeds baked into the pasta, this was the first time i had seen such a innovated way of improving the sheets, after slowly spooning the meat and cheese sauce on to the sheets and grating cheese on top to seal it i once again began the process of careful and precisely layer the sheets of pasta on top of the sause, once this stage was compleated i was relaxing with a drink when i knotice something was a miss, a pasta sheet was just moving every so slightly, then every so slightly more, then all of sudden emerging form within the lasagna was an ant, horrified i imediatly snaped the ant and discareded it into the bin, returning to the dish, my disgust was amplifiend to maximum copacity, for what i had mistook for seeds, were now wriggling about on top of the pasta, the sight sent me reeling, Mealworm lava infested the entire meal, shocked and dismayed i throw the dinner in the sunk and ran the tap to kill the tiny bugs, but in looking back to the counter i could see the wriggling all over the counter top, the box of sheets was infested by the things, and they were poring out, i had to stop one'self from vomiting, i expelled the box outside and exterminated them, and scrubbing every spot of the kitien, then had to clean one'self, i can still feel the wriggling on my skin to this very day.

My top 10 hits

This is a list of my top 10 favroute music as of this moment, thought might try and do something diffrent, ( this is a unofficial list due to the fact that i will just post first 10 things is see which i like,
I am only going to do one song from each artist to give you a bit more varation but some artists are better than others, so in no perticular order

1. The Who "You better you bet" 

   2. The Rolling Stones " Sympathy For The Devil"

   3. Queen "Hammer to fall"

    4. Kiss " Crazy crazy nights"

 

5. Dolly Parton " 9 to 5"

   6. David Bowie " Drive in Saturday" 

   7. The Police " Canary In A Coalmine"

   8. The Clash " Rudie Can't Fail"

  9. Toto " Hold the line"

   10. Rod Stewart " Motown song"

Not gonna lie, you don't know how long it took me to put these videos in.

Enjoy

strikes

Yesterday public sector workers went on strike over an argument over pension plans, whilst driving past the local hospital i saw the people with there picket line and couldn't help but think they all must be really unimportant because you have to have a pretty useless job or be a pretty heartless bastard to strike in a hospital, you know those big places where people who are dying to get better, if your important to the survive of someone and you strike the shame on you. I dont relly have much to say on the strikes but i do have alot to say about a youtube video about a woman sitting on a tram shouting rasit abuse at other passingers, if you haven't seen it i'll give you a minuet to watch it http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i47HoiM0Au8&feature=aso ... all thouse who have watched it can just wait with me... dum da deeee da de da de da dooooooo... right so now you've caught up, i feel that this gose back to a previous point i've already made and one that is one of my key prinsables, it mostly involes the fact the the whole human... you know what i'll just copy and paste it ... hy is man so obsessed with being arseholes about everything, seriously in general most people are cunts and enjoy ruining people’s lives, so what if i want to wear a poppy why the fuck do you care, if you’re not I wouldn't go up in the street to you and tell you off so don’t do it to me, it's not even just poppies it's everything, if someone’s gay people have a problem, if someone’s fat people have a problem, if someone’s black or white or tall or small or has long hair, stands up for peace, stands up for war, says chirtanity is lies, believes in god, votes for the red, votes for the blue, drinks coke, drinks Pepsi, is young, is old or even lives life someone has to be a twat about it and try to stop them, for fuck sake cant we all just piss off... now that's that it relly aplyes to lots of circumstances