Friday, October 06, 2017

When accidents happen – don’t watch the news

When accidents happen dont watch the news

Or should you?

A life of comparative luxurious poverty. That I have. A few small debts mostly from gallivanting around and it was gallivanting around that caused the conclusion.

Stupidity. Along with a chain reaction of bad luck. But negligible when compared to listening to the news. But before I go into that let me spew my moans and groans in not a chronicle order as the news jumps about also.

Recall Blu Ray DVD player with amp and surround sound speakers - is fucked. All solutions on the internet suggest throwing it out the window. Thats Euro 300 out the window.

Next. I blew up the brand new fan/heater for my biltong box in a drunken rage which blew the mains. Somehow, in all this very confused situation, totally blind, I twisted my foot. Badly.
Sounds of Silence? Thats for sure. Fuck all was working.

Returning the power on. Fine. Except the oven no longer works. That is because it is a
smart oven. Lots of flashing lights and shit. Peeps non stop. I can read German, so found the instructions, but after many attempts to sort the clown out concluded it should join the DVD shite out the window.

The only reason I did not was because I did not have the strength. Meanwhile, flashing pictures of barefoot peasants swarming over the Burma border, starving etc, is flashing on the tv. I am also barefoot, (odd
is it not one foot but two feet? So I am bare feet?), left foot swollen and me starving because I cannot heat up my pizza.

all this juicy work to do. Hanging around is not good. At the firm, private, at home, some for D. News flash all the peasants, half a million of them, all looking for a job. Yeah, come to Germany. What you skilled at? Fucking and popping out kids non-stop.

depression. Hanging around all day more like hopping around = depression. Depressed watch Teresa May getting a P45, coughing her guts up. All I could think of was I would love to do an up skirt photo. Nice long legs and cute jiggle titties.

The biltong is almost all gone. But
I have concluded Rhodies ALWAYS make plans. Suicide is painless. Shooting people from the 32nd floor is a real cheer up?

Of course
nothing like some fish fingers and chips. I landed up shitting out so much plastic, I placed a recyclable bag in the bog. Problem though. I had to separate the bum swipe paper from the plastic bags I was crapping out.

foot loose but not fancy free. Do I have a problem with my life? Hardly. Listen to FM radio every two minutes they punch the loop tape Have a happy day, as they sack one of their top DJs. Its a hard knock life. I wonder if that volcano will explode and Donald bomb North Korea.

hey, life as we know it, goes on. It is not at all complicated. You are born then you die. In between you pay taxes. But not if you a migrant. Tax payers pay for them to sleep, not work and reproduce as rapid as rampant rabbits. I am a migrant. I have two children. But I am white and condemned. I must starve because my oven is too smart for me.

In conclusion -

I thank my fans for supporting me during this stressful time. The cure
Dont watch the fucking news!

just won the lottery. Hah. Built a luxury house in the Virgen Islands.  Oh fuck a hurricane is approaching.

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