SJ slänger av en liten flicka från tåget då hennes storasyster är på tåget...
Flickan råkar inte vara så bra på svenska och härstammar från Kongo.

Hade de slängt av den här flickan? Hon verkar inte ha någon biljett heller...

Theses guys have some serious moves. I stole it from mymarkup.se.

And Chris Thompson wins silver,

Uruguay are planning to give in to the devil, which today I consider to be the big tobacco company Philip Morris.

There is now way they will win an other world cup if Diego Forlan is smoking fags in the half time.  Come on be a sport and sign this petition and help that small country stay healthy.

Here is a good blog with lots of nice books for your summer holidays.

For one night only!

My life is changing in so many ways (thanks Neil). This year for exampleI, I have transformed myself from being a shy little boy in a small provincial town into a confident man, living the jet-set life in the capital city. My days, that in the past were spent in front of the TV or in the school desk are no filled with limos, demos and bimbos. It's a hard life, but terribly satisfying.
What I'm trying to say is that the blog is dead, there is simply not enough time for it in my very hectic life. Some would argue that it never was alive, but they are haters. Fuck them I say.

So with these words, written while my tears roll down my cheeks and fall down on my erect cock, I would like to say:

For all that has been, thanks. For all that will be, yes.

I don't think anyone can have missed that there is a World Cup taking place at the moment. The Rugby Union World Cup, the greatest sporting event of the year if you ask me. There is one of the many rugby stars that shine a little more brightly than the rest.
His name is Sébastien Chabal.



According to Wikipedia, he was raised by wild horses in a cave in the south of Rennes raised him and he gets his strength from eating 11 kittens every day. Look for yourselves!
There are also quite a few good clips on youtube of Chabal in action: one, two three. Check um out.

My trip to Scotland was a great success. I caught lots of trout, drank lots of lager and climbed ten Munros with this ponce on my back.

After a long period of hard work (yeah right) and brilliant blogging i am now entitled to a break. I'm off  to Scotland for two weeks of fresh air and long and hard walks. Which I hope will be refreshing. Plenty of whisky too I hope.
But please come back and read my bloggywogg after that, I think this blog has been a great success. Well, it can hardy get worse can it. When I started telling people that I was writing a humoristic blog they all laughed, but they aint laughing any more. Now I'm the one laughing, at my own jokes.  
And kids stay of the amphetamine. Speed is like a dozen transatlantic flights without ever getting off the plane. Time change. You lose, you gain. Makes no difference so long as you keep taking the pills. But sooner or later you've got to get out because it's crashing, and then all at once the frozen hours melt out through the nervous system and seep out the pores.

As regular readers of my blog already know, I tend to give insightful and delightful reviews of music, movies and other stuffs. This week the Dodger saw the movie This is England. And I am not ashamed to say that I cried during the cause of the film. Firstly because its really depressing to go to the cinema alone, secondly because all the candy I'd eaten had given my wee belly a big ache. But thirdly and most importantly because the film was quite gripping.

The small lad seen in the picture was a great actor, and the film showed that skinheads were not originally about racism but about music and other things... or I might have misunderstood the whole thing.
Any who! I'm off to buy a pair of Dr Martins.
Go see the film, its sterling!

In the weekends I don't have time to write a lot on the blog. Spending all the time in the lab instead.

This video is truly rock n roll, don't you think?
I liken myself to the bass player, John Entwistle. While the other guys are busy smashing instruments and screaming, he just stands in the corner and cant wait to go home and have a cup of tea and read a good. He is still a pretty fucking good bass player. Some say the best ever. Thats rock n roll if you ask me. But no one ever does...

Have a nice weekend you punks.
Stay young and stay high!