Tuesday, November 27, 2007

Budget Day Out on Middle Earth Space with John "kiki" Key

What is with the fuckin 90's buzz for the big day out?

Talk about penny pinching.

I don't wanna go see golden oldies like bjork and Rage against the machine.Where are the bands that are like new and good and like hot as in . . . hot RIGHT NOW. Not . . . like some budget old washed up fuckers who were hot 15 years ago. Where the fuck is Jared fucking Leto?

Where's fucking Enter Shikari? I don't like shitty old bands, I like shitty new bands!

Maybe that old lot were hot and edgy like back when I was in intermediate like a million years ago. In fact that whole y'know, "fuck you, I won't do what you tell me" is really empowering for a kid when y'know, you get told off for not coming straight home from school before dark and not calling home first.

or like y'know, eating your snack pack of chippies and the biscuit but leaving the healthy fruit. But I just gave my fruit to the biggest Tongan kid in the class to make sure I didn't run into any day to day problems with any of the other kids.

I'm just wondering if they'll play the unreleased b-side "you're not even my real dad, your just some dude who fucks my mum".

I love that one.

And whats more, whats with these motherfucking Lord of the Rings fuckers?

Role players on myspace?

I've got a new dating profile. It's so I can be extra innocuous when running my game on the ladies of myspace, and make vieled references to how much dosh I pull these days.

I'm also developing for my future best seller "how to score dumb bitches on the net".

Basically it comes down to most guys being fucked in the head, and if you can gather the discipline to suppress that for 5 minutes at a time, and you're not poor, you've got it way over ther competition and she'll probably fuck you.

Anyway, it is kind of a secret, but if you want me to hit on you, just message me, I'll add you too my dating space. Not only am I cool and funny on the internet but I also pull in more than your boyfriend or your dad.
I can say stuff like "now that I [earn more than both your parents put together] should I start voting for National?"

of course not. I don't care which garage John Key parks his limousine in at night if you know what I mean. If John Key takes it up the butty then all power to him. He definately looks like a catcher and not a pitcher.
But I'm not fucking voting for the fucker whether he was a butty boy or not. Bourgioes fucker, I bet he ski's or snowboards. I hate Skiers and snowboarders. Insubstantial Bourgioes fucks in your little white out world, I'll lob hoicky great wads of flem spitting at you off the ski lifts you pretentious fucks.

I've been working on my John Key character for my show. I know its cheap laughs but still. Stupid people like to do laughing at TV too, and my show is inclusive.

Maybe I should offer him a blowie. Gay guys love me, for the same reason I love young girls. I look like I'd fall for it. I look I'd buy what John Key's selling.

I could get famous as the guy who blew John Key.

I'd stick a guys cock in my mouth to get famous. You got to be prepared to make sacrifices to get ahead. Ay, John?

But totally off the subject, christ! Fucking Lord of the RIngs roleplayers. I'm on my special dating profile, tuning the young single ladies of Auckland, when I keep on coming across these hotties that are not hotties but in fact weirdo fuckers running round myspace pretending to be sexy elves with stupid names and rattling out all sorts of para-tolkienesque nonsense that adds up to mutant hybrid of The Hobbit and fuckin' Home and Away.
Long story short? I am not getting lucky with any middle earth elf princess goddesses which are more likely to Harry Potter loving 12 year olds from fuckin pakuranga.

Roleplaying. It's a fuckin sickness.

Don't forget!!!!

Bloodsport from Australia are bringing brutal hardcore to the Ellen Melville hall this saturday supported by a robust line of bands who probably eat babies or something, at least they have bad ass sounding names.

And at Rising Sun on Friday there is a massive Hip Hop showcase. Girlsies get in free before 11!

Jim has left False Start. He was my favourite! I mean of course given the choice I would fuck David first but Jim had the kind of . . . "geek chic"?

Y'know you could tell he was the downtrodden loser standing in the shadow of andrews ego who didn't get to tap the finery like Rachel. I identify with that, thats how I used to be before myspace.

My best friend from Primary, Lubin, turned up drunk the other night saying he wanted kill himself and stole $5 off my bedroom table before he left!

Anyway. Standing next to david wong is a bad idea. David Wong makes me look ugly. Imagine poor little Jim.
What I'm waiting to see is if False Starts songs get even crappier, y'know because the one guy who doesn't have to spend most of his time either cradling his hulking ego or dealing with a raft of body/age related issues has left the band.

Don't worry Gerard Way is like 30 and pudgy, I'm sure he still gets to fuck barely legals!

And why wouldn't you ay?

Why the fuck wouldn't you?

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