Showing posts with label Yellings. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Yellings. Show all posts
Wednesday, June 18, 2014
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Wednesday, June 29, 2011
Me Eat KFC

ME DONE WITH BOX ME FROW IT ON VUH GROUND AND THAT ME DONE GOOD ME REPRODUCE AND READ ZOO MAGAZINE ME ALSO DO JOB OF WORK WHICH GIVE ME MONEY FOR TO EAT KFC BUT ME DONE WIF VUH BOX ME FROW IT ON VUH GROUND ONE DAY ME AM HOPE TO HAVE BIGGEST AND FLATTEST OF ALL SCREEN TV THEN ME WATCH SAMMY NEWTON ON VUH FOOTY SHOW AND ALSO CRICKET AND AFL AND WHEN DOES ZOO MAGAZINE GET TV SHOW ME ASK THE HARD QUESTION.
Monday, October 25, 2010
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Miggsy Mouse in life drawing la mousiere le petit bon farbleghengouxsie.
Yeah, I know. I know.
This would be K.
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Thursday, September 10, 2009
i'm litigatin' it
So, McCurry beat McDonalds in court, and now after 8 years of legal battles the small Malaysian restaurant is allowed to retain their prefix 'Mc', which in their case stands for 'Malaysian Chicken'. How sad is it that McDonalds, largest "land-owner" on the planet, the very epitome of modern day capitalism, would actually spend 8 years fighting for this? Is it only me that thinks this kind of behaviour is pathetic and/or psycopathic?
Lets look at this as a hypothetical scenario. You're in Putrajaya. You're hungry. You decide that you would like to eat. You see 'McCurry' across the road. Do you;
A) Confuse the restaurant's (and it's menu featuring "Fish head soup") aesthetically different decor for that of a McDonalds restaurant (But who could possibly do that? People local to the area still know what a McDonalds looks like and can read their own language, and if you can afford to fly to Malaysia as a tourist, then you've seen a McDonalds too. After all, they're all the fucking same.)?
B) Confuse it for a McDonalds initially, but upon entry decide to settle for a curry, thus robbing McDonalds of the rightfully earned dollars your purchase would have yielded them?
C) Recognise it as a curry restaurant, because you're NOT A COMPLETE FUCKING IDIOT?
C) Recognise it as a curry restaurant, because you're NOT A COMPLETE FUCKING IDIOT?
I think I know what most people would do. When does it end? Are we going to see "Don Muck-lene" performing "Bye bye Miss Generic non-trademarked Pie of the Americas"? Where do you greedy shitnecks get off?
Seriously, this reeks. I can't believe we, as a 'culture', haven't set fire to McDonalds, and all of its disgusting scummy ilk. I had to use the toilets inside one the other day waiting for a tram, man, I had to hold my breath. Did I miss the meeting where all we decided that the smell of SEARING HOT DEATH AND PIGSHIT was acceptable?
Does anybody else feel like they're just being fucking used by these people? They use of teams of psychologists to target herds of humans into the insane mass slaughter and consumption of sentient beings and use nasty, nasty chemicals to make sure that their food tastes exactly the same (wet/shitty), whether you're in Adelaide, Tokyo, New York or Putrajaya. And its not just them, all of these companies do it, all of them just commodifying death at our expense.
Does anybody else feel like they're just being fucking used by these people? They use of teams of psychologists to target herds of humans into the insane mass slaughter and consumption of sentient beings and use nasty, nasty chemicals to make sure that their food tastes exactly the same (wet/shitty), whether you're in Adelaide, Tokyo, New York or Putrajaya. And its not just them, all of these companies do it, all of them just commodifying death at our expense.
Anyway, the above jpeg is the sum result of how I spent my time during dial-tones today.
Be excellent, K.
Sunday, September 6, 2009
People / Folks.
People. They're everywhere, and most of them are into bullshit. I mean, they actively pursue the most heinous bullshit with their spare time and many of them seem to have forgotten that they are alive. Who made them all? Where do they store all you motherfuckers at night? And thats another question I have; how come so few people are up at night outside? Its beautiful out there at 3am, the moon, the silence, the possums and insects and in the sky a visual representation of all that ever was and ever will be in the star-filled inky black void of night. On second thought, I don't think I want that question answered. Keep your daytime, jerknecks. This arrangement works fine with me.
Ok, so this is my webbed log. Here, I'm going to put rants, raves, reviews, drawings, cuss words, haiku and whatever else I feel like, and I'm going to do it....now.
-K
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