Friday, 21 August 2009
Tapas
So you're out at your favourite bar, the sun is shining, there's the slightest breeze whispering through your hair and cooling your face. You're sitting with a few close friends, enjoying a drink and you pop a handful of the complimentary olives into your mouth. After chewing and swallowing them you think to yourself 'say, those olives tasted a little off - don't think they were quite up to scratch'.
Your initial reaction would be to:
A) Calmly return to the bar to speak to the bar staff about this, ask them politely to change the olives in the bowl for something a little more suited to your taste.
Fair enough. They were free but still, the bar shouldn't offer products that aren't of a better standard.
B) Laugh and say 'oh well, at least they didn't cost me anything' and get on with the rest of your life.
No such thing as a free lunch, eh? Well we live and learn.
C) Storm into the bar to shout about the quality of the olives, repeatedly insulting the owner in the process, starting to smash glasses and bottles in the bar before going out into the streets and hurling chairs and tables at cars passing.
You are this guy. And also a moron.
Your initial reaction would be to:
A) Calmly return to the bar to speak to the bar staff about this, ask them politely to change the olives in the bowl for something a little more suited to your taste.
Fair enough. They were free but still, the bar shouldn't offer products that aren't of a better standard.
B) Laugh and say 'oh well, at least they didn't cost me anything' and get on with the rest of your life.
No such thing as a free lunch, eh? Well we live and learn.
C) Storm into the bar to shout about the quality of the olives, repeatedly insulting the owner in the process, starting to smash glasses and bottles in the bar before going out into the streets and hurling chairs and tables at cars passing.
You are this guy. And also a moron.
Friday, 12 June 2009
Recommended Games 12/06
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“When I wear it, I feel the power of Thor's Hammer.”
“I put the shirt on immediately, the rush of power was unlike any I had felt before.”
“The word "shirt" gets thrown around a lot, and I don't think it really has enough pizzazz to cover this magical garment. I call this thing "shirtacular."”
The more intelligent among us immediately recognised the power and magic exuding from the very threads of this shirt and bought it. After experiencing the phenomenon for themselves, many returned to Amazon to write reviews:
“When I wear it, I feel the power of Thor's Hammer.”
“I put the shirt on immediately, the rush of power was unlike any I had felt before.”
“The word "shirt" gets thrown around a lot, and I don't think it really has enough pizzazz to cover this magical garment. I call this thing "shirtacular."”
I would recommend purchasing this shirt before it goes out of stock again. However please be aware before purchasing this item that upon wearing it all women within a 200 metre radius will immediately become pregnant.
Thursday, 11 June 2009
Fingers Crossed
I'd like to start things off with a quote that I feel embodies all of the excitment and trepidation one feels when taking the first steps down a new path. I feel this is particularly relevant here:
"Go to your bosom; Knock there, and ask your heart what it doth know."
- William Shakespeare, 1564 - 1616.
Fuck yeah.
"Go to your bosom; Knock there, and ask your heart what it doth know."
- William Shakespeare, 1564 - 1616.
Fuck yeah.
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