...I'm tackling a sensitive subject...

Cannabis!!!1!1!!!11!one!1!



Now let me set the record straight, I'm not attempting to glorify cannabis in any way and do not condone its use (yeah right). I'm not trying to make myself seem cool for doing it because it's not. (Or pretending to do it, Ollie)

The reason I'm bringing it up is because the faggots that are the government decided to make it class B, B being for "we're fucking BASTARDS".
Therefore criminalising the "innocent" and charging them when they could be off saving people from rape and murder. Sounds justified to me.

Now then, on to the srs bsnss.
Some people claim to be addicted to cannabis?

Hmm... I thought...

"Myth: Cannabis is highly addictive

Fact: Less than one percent of Americans smoke cannabis more than once per day. Of the heavy users, a tiny minority develop what appears to be a dependence and rely on the assistance of drug rehabilitation services to stop smoking but there is nothing in cannabis which causes physical dependence and the most likely explanation for those who need assistance is that they are having difficulty breaking the habit - not the “addiction”."

(Turner, Carlton E. The Marijuana Controversy. Rockville: American Council for Drug Education, 1981)

So no, you're not addicted faggots.

Short term memory loss? No, let me explain.
Laboratory tests have shown that cannabis diminishes the short term memory - but only when a person is under the influence. A person who has taken cannabis will be able to remember things they learned before they took it but may have trouble learning new information whilst smoking it.

So shut up, idiots.

But if they want to quit they want to quit, good for them, not going to stop them or ridicule them for it. If people hate cannabis that's fine, if people hate people for taking cannabis then they can lick my nuts.

I know, I know, a boring blog ooooohhhh. Do I look like I give a shit? Well, if you can imagine what I'd look like then just imagine someone not giving a shit, then put a clock (not cock you filthy buggers) over their face.

Now then, I know there's only a couple of people that actually read my blog so everyone else can fuck off. Considering that they won't be able to read that the two readers I do have can lick my nuts in their place. But they probably don't read it anymore as evident with my lack of comments so I guess I'm just writing it for personal satisfaction.


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Douchebags.

BTW, the leekspin will never stop.

... I'm making a copy pasta bulletin

Since they seem to be all the rage these days and being a sheep is easy, all I can really say is...

"Baaaaaaah... nigga."

As all sheep do. But here's the question... will I get banned for posting nigga?

Time will tell.

Basically I'm just sitting here with a can of coke and 3 assignments to finish by tomorrow, so I thought the best way to spend what precious time I have left writing a blog.

New in the world? Well, if you don't know by now I went to see Slipknot last sunday, and I've been left with more bruises than an old lady trying to get to the checkout at the woolworths sale where the only other ones going are ninjas and DICKHEADS... without any shoes... that being 3, if you can picture it.

What else... ah yes, whilst on the subject of music... a certain myspace band has decided to release more music which goes against the morals of todays society and continues to sound like the sonic recreation of people picking their noses and scratching their arse at the same time... then swapping hands. Infact they might aswell be banging teacups together whilst plucking at a piece of string when the whole way through singing through your aunties slippers made out of pure BAD FUCKING VOCALS. All that whilst attempting to be funny. Almost as funny as "A man walks into a bar... ouch" or "Knock Knock... who's there? Aren't you glad I didn't say banana?" (Knox FTW)

Watch out guys... I have moar trolling to do. I must also say that if I can get a whole day without a band posting a bulletin then I'll happily return to living in a joyful world where everything is made out of rainbows and breasts where the music that the particular "band" (Which I use loosely) makes BETTER THAN BAD FUCKING VOCALS but still pretty shit to be honest.

It's like they've either

A. Got no lives and all they do is post bulletins

or

B. Hired a chinese sweatshop filled with people who have no lives and all they do is post bulletins.

COPY PASTA BULLETINS ARE DISTASTEFUL! To me. (Irony huh?)

Ok, so you've told us that you're going to be playing at some dead end bar on the north side of Noonegivesadamn. That's fine, but you don't have to constantly remind us every 5 minutes as if we were fish born in the depths of the ocean of stupidity.

STOP! Hammer time..

Enjoy the mental image, to those who will appreciate it.

More things to moan about soon. Ta ta.

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...I have a song in my head...

What is love!? Baby don't hurt me... Don't hurt me... No More.
dun dun dun dun-da-deh dun dun dun dun-da-deh

So I'm writing this blog in college whilst contemplating playing house of the dead 2 and watching Ryan playing Don't eat the mushroom. Wait for it, wait for it... Nawt musch rum in her...

*Prepares to be spanked harder than my monkey*

I just asked Ryan for a topic for the rest of this blog to be about... so I'm going to completely disgregard what he said and write it about.



COMPUTER GAMES

Ahh yes, I can go on about these flashy lights and stupid American voice actors (actresses too, to be a PC faggot)

What is love!? Baby don't hurt me... Don't hurt me... No More.
dun dun dun dun-da-deh dun dun dun dun-da-deh

Today I'm gonna tackle two genres, Hack-and-slash aaaaand something which I'll decide later on because I really can't be arsed at this point in the blog, so shut up.

Hack-and-slash (AKA Rubbing your face on a controller)
These games require less intelligence than YOUR MUM! Just kidding, less intelligent than Jack Beynon trying to be Dr Cox from scrubs. Yeah, that's good.

In these games you typically play some badass dude that shoots 50'000 attacks mostly consisting of some kind of fire or lightining shooting out of his eyes and kills wave after wave of enemies that spend most of their time staring at you as you smash them into a pulp of fail and disappointment.

-ENDING THE BLOG ABRUPTLY, EDIT COMING SOON-

Thank bollocks for that, Blogspot saved my arse when I closed the window, maybe I should have praised it more in my last blog?

Catch you in your backside.
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What is love!? Baby don't hurt me... Don't hurt me... No More.
dun dun dun dun-da-deh dun dun dun dun-da-deh

... I've made a blogspot...

...since they seem to be what all the cool cats and anyone who wants to be an internet tough guy I thought where better to expand my e-peen than a big internet toilet full of verbal diarrhea (of the written variety).

Whilst randomly browsing the blogs here I discovered that most of them have a severe case of noonegivesashit-itis, including this one. Most of them included someone rubbing their face (or cock) over the keyboard for about 15 minutes then inserting random semi-humorous pictures that everyone has already seen hoping that people who haven't seen them will think that the poster is clever and witty so they can feel better about their boring day jobs and think they're important.


Look, I'm funny rite?
Cool, +1 inch.




Now then, onto the task at hand, "Blogs that actually matter" time.

I shall begin with "Bandicoot Snack Shack Crack Track Pack Whack Tack Lack Smack Rack..."

http://bandicootsnackshack.blogspot.com/

...Mac. (I'll stop now)

Whilst I normally approve of and get a certain amount of satisfaction after reading Matthews blogs they begin to lack originality and often end up being about something that annoyed him or found humorous enough within the last 5 minutes to write a blog about. This post will then include a brief description of the event followed by extensive use of the words "Fuck" or "Fucking". Then inserting a random picture from google and introducing a new subject which will often (if not always) resort to him talking about a film of some sort.

SACK! Sorry, couldn't resist.

Although to be honest whilst its fruitful content may not be falling from the tree of originality I can't deny that it is consistent... and it is Matthew Mortimer, which makes it more than enough for me. But I must say that the content of your blog should be confined to either podcasts/voiceover video thingy majigy... or myspace bulletins.

In other words. Make a Podcast you lazy fuck. :)




Onto number two... of two because I can't be bothered to write much more.

It's all just a matter of not knowing what the hell prodigality is.

http://itsalljustamatterofprodigality.blogspot.com/

Ashleys' blog is pretty much what a blog should be about... Ashley.
Well, I say that but that's what the typical use for a blog is, and my god it is brilliant. Brief updates on what's happening in his life regularly posted including suggestions of general interest that makes you actually want to go and do these things because the blog is srs bsnss... but it works because it has the necessary balance between the two and isn't full of bullshit that you'd expect from a 1970's rodeo.

Although the whole blog can suck my dick because I've never had a mention. (Gief)
Hurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.

(Just kiddin')

I know I'm sort of going against my own blog whilst saying the stuff in those reviews but I never claimed to not do those things, so ner.

Gonna start making these more regularly. Noone will read them. Coo.

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...Whack.