Showing posts with label special needs. Show all posts
Showing posts with label special needs. Show all posts

Tuesday, January 8, 2008

Hot Shit/Cold Fart

You've heard of What's Hot and What's Not columns??

Well this is my version.

Hot Shit:


Phoenix Organic Cola made with natural cola nut, organic cane sugar, lemon juice and carbonated water. It tastes divine and was on special at Woolies for $6 a four pack this week!!



Hollie Smith

NZ's soul diva, a pocket sized full of attitude and personal power, she has the best voice I've heard in an age. Shes sexy and tattooed up:



Healtheries Chamomile and Honey Herbal Tea

Tastes divine and completely chills this bitch out:



Cold Farts

Neighbours with Pidgeons

What the fuck is up with your fucken fat dirty birds and their insistence on coming and shitting on my house, washing and everywhere else on my property? I have no guilt in sending my dog out to run after them. I will yell "get those fucken birds" and will feel no shame in doing so, especially as you have no shame in burning your rubbish in a drum at my back fence every bloody day. Next week you are likely to get a flipping hose pointed your way.


Having a Disability and Milking It

Okay, may cop some flack for this one, but I was at the docs yesterday and a chick in a wheelchair who had cerebral palsy, (now I am no doctor but had a friend with it when I was younger and my experience with her and Steady Eddy led me to believe that this is what it was)was just leaving at the same time as me. She got a hand out the door, said she couldn't pay her bill, well mumbled it but you could understand what she was saying, and then proceeded to leave. As I drove past I saw her using her feet to pull herself along the footpath in her chair and I felt really sorry for her, thinking she may have no use of her hands and their the bitch was texting on her mobile phone!! No money to pay the doc but plenty to be texting aye??? Aye?? Okay that was a bit harsh but still?

Trade Me Losers

We have trade me in NZ, you elsewhere may have eBay, they are all the same. On Trade Me I currently have a tent that has been barely used for sale. It didn't sell on first listing but had over 50 "watchers" who I offered the tent to for a grand at the close of auction. A couple denied and the other 45 or so just didn't bother! So I relisted with a wee comment at the bottom about not offering to watchers this time, your choice to bid or not, blah diddy blah and this fuckwit left a comment saying that people can watch if they want and it doesn't mean they have to bid and I am probably overpriced anyway and he was going to become a watcher just out of curiousity, in other words to fuck me off. And it fucken did. I replied with a lot of restraint and if you want to hear what I said then you'll have to go to the auction here and look at comments at bottom.


As a side note, have posted shit about my fat arse and my attempts at making it less fat over at Gluten Free Geisha.

Wednesday, October 10, 2007

What CAN'T You Do With Porn Queen Nails?




As much as I'm loving the nails, love the look, love the comments, love the fact that my hand looks kinky when doing kinky things (you know what I mean, don't pretend you don't!!). I just love a lot about them.

But it is bloody annoying trying to function like a normal person with them.

Examples you scream.

Okay okay, keep ya skiddy undies on.


Nose

I can't pick it.

I can't scratch it (well not with any relief been felt).

I can't crack the head of any zits or blackheads that emerge.

Ears

I get the itch and I can't give the barstards the good beating they need. You know what I'm talking about, when you put the pointer finger into the opening of your ear canal and beat it up and down like you were jerking off Brad Pitt.

I just can't get no satisfaction.

Adjustments

Maybe I'm just unko but I cannot, for the life of me, adjust me knickers with these things on. Always feels like I'm gonna rip a finger off.

Cans

I can't open them.

I have to get a knife and stick it under the tab to open them. This fucken frustrates me.


Microwave

Every time I go to open the microwave I have to go all cack handed to fit the frickin nail on the button without pushing it in and separating my finger nail from my finger in the process.

I look special needs.

and the most embarassing?

Coins

Not limited to coins but this is probably the instance where I most feel like a cock.

Counting out me money on the conveyor belt at the supermarket. Go to pick coins up to pass to checkout chic. Not gonna happen. Proceed to look like absolute piece of dick cheese as I act like I have no motor skills and try desperately to explain myself.

Oh and"

Teeth

Can not get anything out from between my teeth, these barstards are just too thick to fit in those gaps.