Miscellaneous Prats08 Apr 2009 01:33 pm
What We Think About – Science Fact
By NelsonSomething about Parkinson bravely joining the Jade Goody circus (to tell us how bad the Jady Goody circus is).
Thank goodness we still have people like Parkinson who’s not afraid to say what most of us are thinking!
Nick, UK
I’m afraid, Nick, that most of us weren’t thinking about Jade at all. For future reference, I just did a quick and very scientific poll and can now tell you what people actually think:
- “I hate my job” – 67%
- “Ooh look! Tits!” – 13%
- “What are we going to have for dinner tonight?” – 9%
- “I’ve probably got cancer.” – 5%
- “Reckon I can save this poo til I get home. Always nicer on your own bog” – 3%
- “Must have a poo before I go home. Always nicer to use someone else’s bogroll.” – 2%
- “I wonder if Jade Goody’s still dead?” – 1%
Trufax.
77 Responses to “What We Think About – Science Fact”
Everyone I know is all too unafraid to tell me what a circus the JG..er..circus is. Me, I’m in the 13% camp.
Hang on… has the debate moved back to Max Mosley?
Had it been truly scientific second place would’ve been “Ooh look! Tits!” &/or “Ooh look! A six-pack!”
I can multi task me, and think about both at the same time
I find I hover between 1,2 and 3 a lot. No. 1 is the main thought today.
(Fascinating, I hear you think…)
Hm. Am I the only 0.01% that thinks:
“(sigh)I miss Jade Goody’s tits…”
then?
Nah Dr, I miss her saggy minge.
That’s not science! As Brainiac taught us, real science involves blowing shit up. And torturing people. But mostly blowing shit up. Did you blow any shit up to arrive at those statistics?
I think not, as Rene Descartes said.
on 08 Apr 2009 at 2:41 pm Tenacity
Nah Dr, I miss her saggy minge.
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Then you need to perfect your aim sir!
Should be easier now…!
Jacqui Smith is probably thinking every one of 1 to 7 at the same time.
Satire.
Millie, it’s still winter and not a six-pack in sight. Breasts can be seen (or assumed) in all seasons.
I just like the idea that Michael Parkinson is the briny-mouthed voice of the people and the only person you can rely on to cut through media bullshit to present things how they *really* are.
Not Mark E. Smith. Not, like, Noam Chomsky. Not an enfant terrible like Chris Morris before he turned shit.
Michael Parkinson.
I’m a “Ooh look a nice arse” man myself.
Just sayin.
“I’m a “Ooh look a nice arse” man myself.”
Gay.
Well, admiral, he’s one of the few who’ve got nothing to lose. He’s rich, he’s retired (apart from the RT column and a few bits & pieces for the press) and he spends most of his time these days in Australia where the vast majority of the populatioon couldn’t give a fuck about (a) Saint Jade or (b) his opinion of her.
Can you imagine the howls of rage and baying for blood if Ross or Brand or Moyles or any of the other allegedly “edgy” fuckwits had just come out and said what most of us were thinking? They’d have been unemployed and unemployable in a matter of minutes. Not that any of them (or their “edgy” contemporaries) had the brass balls to do it though – they’re all too wrapped up in their cushy little sleb careers to risk them for anything.
Nope, we had to wait for a former “legend of broadcasting” who genuinely doesn’t give a fuck to do it. And the media daren’t unleash the howls of outrage they would at anyone else because of his “iconic” status in the eyes of both the media and the Daily Mail reading public.
Personally I’m pleased.
Not about what he said or the fact that someone finally had the balls to say it.
No. I’m pleased he’s not doing that Sunday morning radio show anymore. Jebus, he played some complete and utter shite on that show!
8. Everybody hates me. (43% – NB. subconcious only)
(HYS posters are generally from this 43%)
No-one’s mentioned Parkie flogging life insurance to coffin dodgers on daytime TV.
Perhaps because you all have jobs, whereas I sit on the couch watching re-runs of Hitler’s secrets/Nazi forces/Weapons of Nazis/The search for Nazi underpants and other greats on the History Channel.
i miss her saggy minge so much im going to dig her up and mung her
now wheres me spade?
This debate raises a very important issue. Tits are all well and good but arses – especially the arses belonging to afro-carribean ladies – cannot be beat.
I work from home so very conflicted by 5 and 6. <>
Can one expense loo roll and get the tax back?
#9: What’s that funny smell?
i’m concerned by all the sexist comments here about ladies’ body parts – nobody has mentioned legs! i like a nice pair of legs, me.
Is “everybody hates me” supposed to be subconscious? That may be where I’ve been going wrong.
And MacPedro, I am unemployable but sadly also too dysfunctional to be awake for daytime telly and too mentally fragile to be able to stand it. Actually, I don’t mean “sadly” at all, do I?
ima jihad him!
I’m afraid that when six packs were mentioned I assumed it meant beer. Perhaps I have a problem…
I’ve just had a poo. One of those really quick ones where your body seems to think you’re in a meeting, or something. I’m not in a meeting, it’s half eight in the morning. Why do my bowels think I’m in a meeting? Am I missing something?
Cadbury Stan, I’m with you mate. Tits are a side issue (especially if you’re Picasso).
And Col John Matrix, there’s nowt gay about ogling a girls backside, but preferring to be called Colonel and wearing a big bushy moustache, that’s definitely in “friends of Dorothy” territory.
I take it that would be a meeting of the coprophiliac society.
“ogling a girls backside”
Peedo. At least wait for them to be women.
day 22 in the big brother coffin, jade has been quiet all morning
Albert Muffpie, Im confused. Anyway, enough about my sexuality.
Why would you poo in a meeting? Unless it is boreing enought that you shit yourself just to get out of it.
I meant, you’re in a meeting, so your bowels get it over with quickly, so you don’t miss much…
It doesn’t really matter. Point is, Nick, UK, is a twunt.
I think about Jade all the time. It’s usually along the lines of “how can I keep making money out of the thick sow now that she’s worm fodder?”
I don’t recall Parky coming out with constant stream of national consciousness…
(SFX: blurring away of reality, reforming in Parky’s studio. Fade out the Parky theme tune…)
“Hello and welcome to the show, I’m Michael Parkinson and for the next hour I’ll pretend I/ hey, look at her in row 2, she’s awesome/ care about various self-important people and their paltry affairs… like you should care. Now, my first guest tonight is/ actually, no, on second thought’s her nose is a bit wonky/ someone we all despise as a talentless little whore who fucked her way to the very top of Hollywood/ Christ I’d love a fag/ hated at the BBC and with a backscreen rep of a dangerous immoral viper/ God, I’m tragically bored with my life/ yes, it’s that god-awful Zeta-Jones woman/ Yeah go on clap ya vapid fucking morons. oooh it’s someone famous, how exciting/ Now Jones, you’re a tramp who sucks dick for money, basically, what’s that like…
Yes they can. You just have to pay extra for it.
You bastard FP – when I read this sentence I read it with the mental vice of Hugh Grant and I now have a mental image of Bridget Jones/Renee Zellwegger sucking my cock and a huge fucking stiffy under my desk and I can’t get rid of either of them!
And I need to take a shit but I’m not getting up from my desk and walking down the office with this totem pole in my trousers…
Thank fuck I’m not in a meeting…
I have a picture of Hugh Grant crushing Renee Zellweggers head in his mental vice. It’s a huge one, with massive spikes on.
Dammit, now I’ve got the horn too.
@ Vicky
I make do with ogling BMW Z3s till the weather improves.
Dammit!
NOW I have a mental picture of a mini-skirted Renee Zellwegger bent over a workbench with her head trapped in a vice – which means I’ve still got a massive spike and it’s a huge one…
Oh FFS!!!!!
Will you people STOP IT?
NOW I have a mental image of Renee Zellwegger sprawled across the bonnet of a BMW Z3 wearing only a pair of fishnet stockings and a dollop of Mr Whippy vanilla ice cream on each pert erect nipple…!
I’m going to be stuck behind this desk all fucking weekend at this rate…
#10: shall I own up?
Millie: Isn’t that a substitute cock rather than a substitute six-pack.
Hey, did anyonw mention that Jade Goody is dead? ‘Cos she is. Jade Goody is dead, and she was minging and chavvy, and I’d like to fuck her chavvy minging chav-minge, and she’s dead, and I like fucking dead girls, and kids, and death, cancer and paedophilia are all really funny, and I’m really funny and edgy for fucking cancer into dead children, and Jade Goody’s dead and LOOK AT ME I’M FUNNY PLEASE LOOK AT ME I’M MAKING A JOKE
Any cock is better than no cock (well, if everyone else is going to be smutty. Wahey, big thobbing cocks, eh? Phwoooargh! And so on).
Alex, you say what I want to say but miles better. I both thank and begrudge you.
I’m also fond of throbbing cocks (can’t stop the typo shame, despite Nelson’s absolution)…
You cunts should move to Canada. We don’t have fucking Parky or dead Jade Goody.
@ Alex
Depends on your perspective. Asthetically it’s the bonnet wot dus it for me, suggestive of a well-pumped abdomen. It’s only when behind the wheel and breaking the speed limit that it turns into a mobile dildo.
Sorry to continue with the erotica. I blame the easter bunnies and the budding chicks.
Cock.
Jade Goody’s dead?
Yeah, she’s dead, apparently Alex fucked cancer into her or summink…
perhaps jade was mis.understood. Maybe her beef was with parky not paki ? Anyway after a really serious bout me food poisoning i became all introspective and how fragile human life really is and just how important it is to be able to fart with confidence after recovering from the runs really is.
fucking predictive text
I think you mean predictable text (Jade, Jade, Jade… yawn).
here’s another Trustat from the HYS on CCTV cars:
“What is lacking with the police and their ideas is getting more police on the beat, you have more chance on the lottery than seeing a policeman walking the beat. – tony horner, edinburgh”
I really should start playing the lottery if it’s that easy to win
I remarked to my mother that the red light we were stopped at must be an act of god. she agreed. when it turned to green, we both felt that we must have pleased god for him to grant us this favourable happening.
My request to him would be please can good people not get dandruff. Also less babies killed in road accidents.
wrong cunting thread. my bad
Well, there I was, enjoying a cup of tea and smugly Googling myself and here I am! I’ve been reading all those suggestions on how to improve my sex life and I am, like, soooo turned on right now! I’m versatile too:
For Dr Shade: I’ve got the desk, fishnets, BMW Z3 and Mr Whippy van on standby
For Throbbe: I’ve got the spikey head-vice. However, it’s all about give and take so I have arranged for your head to meet an anvil
For Bit Special: I’ve found loads of strap-ons but, as yet, none that throb. But give me time…
For Alex: I’ll shave my head and play dead
Renee, if I was going to lez up, it wouldn’t be with you, you scrawny, squinty, over-earnest moonface.
But I do, however, appreciate the sentiment. Happy Reanimated Corpse Day (or ‘Easter’ as some call it)
Gah. Just got blockquotes sussed so the Clown & Bit Special raise the bar by introducing Smileys to the mix.
Go figure. Who new that would work…
please don’t talk about reanimated corpse’s in a thread about jade. I don’t think i could cope with her coming back from the dead. Although max clifford would on doubt tastefully sell it to the public, with as much ease as he would pimp out his own daughter for the right money. But do feel free to talk more about lezzing up. Its late and i’ve already got a lazy lob on
@ Bit Special Awww nuts! I thought I was in there!
Just walk away Renee (big shout out there to any Left Banke fans… anyone? Anyone? No?)…
She said it was just a figment of speech…
…and then she cut her hair, and i stopped loving her
I stopped loving her once she started looking like Pete Burns.
Christ on a bike, why the fuck did I just click on that link? No-one needs to see that shit before breakfast (mmm, viva la Bank Holiday lazing about)!
Youl neva guess wats appened 2 me
Just walk away Renee (big shout out there to any Left Banke fans… anyone? Anyone? No?)…
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i have the Four Tops version, brilliant song. don’t know the left banke one. which is the original?
these lazy bloggers have taken a bank holiday. it’s almost as if this whole site is just work-avoidance for them!
The Left Banke wrote it (1965; single released ’66), but The Four Tops version (1968) was/is probably more well-known, cos everyone’s heard of The Fours Tops. My Young Fella is a massive alt-60s music geek (it’s ruined my Amazon recommendations!), so I’ve learnt many little-known music factoids since we got together/I ensnared his youthful, innocent, trusting soul forever (buahaha, etc.).
http://www.dailymotion.com/video/x2pnet_walk-away-renee-the-left-banke_music
I’m not getting too worked up about Nelson & posse having the thoughtless audacity to take a Bank Holiday – new posts only ever seem to go up when I can’t get access to the interwebs at work, so I’m resigned to the anticipation…
Eeeeek! Just seen Nelson’s latest Twitter… I think I live near him. :-\
(that was meant to be the confused wobbly mouth smiley)
I think you will find that it’s acyually 50%
And 0.037% “I can’t actually spell actually”.
8. “Dipping my scrotum into a teapot full of lukewarm water while my missus masturbates me with one hand at the same time as blowing through the spout of the teapot creating a jacuzzi-like sensation around the scrotum.” 0.9%
Oh look tits, no not interested. I must have a poo whilst blowing Rupert.
Had to do a double-take on reading Nick’s post; for a moment I thought it said, “Thank goodness we still have people with Parkinson’s who’re not afraid to say what most of us are thinking!”
Christ, I’m pissed…
Actually, i was wondering about number 4; I’ve not been feeling well. Also, is Jade actually dead then? When did that happen?
…p.s. @luis drayton- I laughed out loud. And snorted vodka and coke out of my nose and all over my stash. And keyboard. You bastard.