Monday, 25 October 2010

Photographs

Wonderful.


152 Photographs/Lovely Photographs/Astonishing Lovely Photographs

October 25th, 2010 | by admin |

Cuthbert breeze and Leet Fabric have gone all soft since Mrs Fabric sprogged. Today’s post is one of the most wonderful photographs ever.

Normal bile filled, angry service will return as soon as we have watched the X-Factor and read a treatise on Scientology. But for now enjoy our loveliness. 

The photo is of Harold Whittles hearing for the first time. He has just had an earpiece placed in his left ear.

This photo makes us appreciate all the magnificent things we have, in one instant moment.

This photo and a box set of Norman Wisdom films should be sent to every evil man and woman in the world, and then peace will last for a trillion years.

Wonderful, Astonishing, Lovely, Beautiful + another 996 gorgeous words.

Tuesday, 19 October 2010

LITTLE LEET!

150 Leet’s Had A Baby (Well his wife has) – Welcome Little Leet!

October 19th, 2010

Explaining the rules of cricket in Japanese to a scaffolder on his tea break is one of the most hazardous things a person can attempt. And for this reason it attracts only a limited number of danger junkies. The idea is to have the worker put down his brew and say ‘Ah-So!’ in an exclamation of far eastern enlightenment. However, ‘Arsehole!’ and a beating are more usual.

Extreme Explanation (EE) started with Richard Taut to help him get through the terrors of teaching at inner city schools. Dick’s speciality was ‘Agro Algebra’ and he could easily get across the salient points of quadratic equations whilst dodging phlegm and sharpened compasses. At the height of his game he could make even the most delinquent pre-pubescent understand axiomatic algebraic systems and their topological applications. This later caused Billy ‘Battery Acid’ Bateman great consternation as he suddenly started contemplating the axiom of the empty cash register as he held up the Welcome Break at South Mimms service area junction 23 M25 Motorway.  

Like all extreme sports there are casualties and the EE community are praying hard for Jacob Funt who attempted the ‘Pain’ gambit. The task was to explain to his wife why biologically women can endure more pain than men and so are best equipped to give birth. He undertook this 18 hours into her protracted and very unpleasant labour. The ensuing verbal torrent would have made a Regimental Sergeant Major dressed as a Goth blush, and caused severe psychological scarring to the Midwives present. It is unknown what the effect on Jacob was, due to the coma it induced. Mother and baby are doing fine. 

Axiom of the empty cash register: There is a cash register such that no cash register is a member of it…just hand over the money will you! 

Wednesday, 13 October 2010

Cuthbert and Leet talk Marathons at www.cultcomedy.net

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148 Sport/Stupid Sport/Marathons

October 13th, 2010

If a 

Marathon
 is so hard how come so many people complete them? 500 marathons are held world wide every year, with approximately 500,000 people running. About 1-2% of the world population will run a marathon in their lifetime. That is a lot of people compared to say the number of people who like football (see 144 Sports/Football/The Header).

The fastest marathon time is 2 hours 3 minutes and 59 seconds – that’s about 13 miles per hour, or as fast as a squirrel – not as fast as my P-reg Saab, but almost.  

The average time for a Marathon is 4hours 30 for men, more of a brisk walk, not really running; a chicken does better than that at 9mph, a mobility scooter does 8mph.

The average time for women is 5 hours 10, a full 40 minutes behind the men. Paula Radcliffe is only 12 minutes behind Haile Gebrselassi’s world record so they are letting the side down a bit, and should cut back on the nattering and window shopping. 5hrs 10 works out as 5 mph – about as fast as a Hippo swimming in water. Again, it is not really proper running.

Proper running is running for your life, like when your dad finds the pages of his favourite jazz mag stuck together. (Razzle 1973 August edition, number 372, you know the 11 girl pileup, the stack, the bundle, the pile on, block of flaps. Ask your dad it’s a classic. See 133 Puzzles/Mysteries/The Jellygraph).

Proper running is over taking Usian Bolt as you hear the shout of ‘You little bastard!’

Usian Bolt runs at 28mph at his peak, 30 mph that’s what I’m talking, white-tailed deer, wart hog, kangaroo, grizzly bear or a lame cheetah, not the speed of a peacock with an erection.

Proper running is when your mother finds you wiping off Marvin PVA glue from a picture of your Grandma as a young lady, and gets the wrong end of the stick, also ironically thinking that her mother has too.  

It is not even a proper distance; 26.22 miles or 42.195 km. Not even a round number, it is not elegant. 42.195 is actually 2 – 23M, where M is the Madelung constant, but Erwin developed this constant after 1921 when the Marathon distance was standardised, and so this beauty was not intentional.  The distance in miles does a little better with 3+4/e+8e but only a loon would plump for that approximation.

So marathon runners, plenty of room for improvement, must try harder. And stop asking for money for charity, you are as bad as those people who ask to go on an all expenses paid biking holiday to China.

PVA Glue for all your Bukkake japes.

Friday, 8 October 2010

Racial Stereo Types

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147 Race/Racial Stereo Types/Prostitutes

October 8th, 2010 | by admin |

Benedict Farse has finished his survey of the world’s median hookers and has concluded that National stereo types can be adequately described through their acquaintance; a country’s flavour can be experienced by their company, intuited by their touch, experienced by their frotting.

It all started in what Benedict thought was a Japanese noodle restaurant when he innocently asked for a Bukkake. He was quickly surrounded by 100 enthusiastic business men and quickly received more than his recommended daily allowance of protein. He concluded that the Japanese had their short comings but where on the whole polite and giving. In contrast the French are filthy, the Italians excellent at oral and wild waving hand relief, your German efficient with the quick in and out and the Swiss wont take chocolate money.

The good honest British Lady of the Night is indeed a bawdy Nell Gwen character that offers no nonsense penetration and a pat on the back for trying so hard.

The Swedes liked to be boring but more in an enlarging a hole kind of way,Norway liked it any way, Russians took there time, and Chinese had no chink in their armoury of techniques.

Never ask the Spanish to treat you like an animal, they’ll stick spears in you, beat you with a stick, set you on fire and then push you off a tower. (see 134 Humans/Races/The Spanish).

American harlots are loud, like to stick their noses into foreign parts and think a feltcher is someone who makes arrows. 

If one mentions Rimington Smyth-Knismesis(see 117 Humans/Jobs/Prostitution) every single Madame in the world will bow approval and give a 10% discount.

Bill Gates would never be able to conduct such a survey, he hasn’t got the balls. Benedict Farse has and they are big and achy. The time approaches, make that decision: Gates or Farse, Bill or balls.

 

Benedict cooling off his tremendous testes.

Friday, 1 October 2010

Puntastic!

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 has pledged to inject extra Mint Viscount into its stricken Jammie Dodger sector as fears rose that the total cost to save its Ginger Nuts could rise as high as €50bn. See much better, and none of the original meaning lost.

You could have the Chancellor of the HobNob, Peek Frean Oil and when a crash occurs everyone loses their Chocolate Rings.

The Footsie can become the Tootsie, the CAC becomes the Mr Kipling French Fancy, the Credit Crunch becomes the Abbey Crunch or the Fox’s Sprinkle Crinkle Crunch, and any stock reaching the heady heights of 54,321 must be reported as 5-4-3-2-1.

There will be Blue Riband and Choc Chip companies. A popular trend becomes the Band Wagon Wheel. A FSA investigation will be known as a Cadbury’s Finger.

A CEO becomes an Oreo. 
A take-over will be termed a Nab-(h)is-co.

A Tracker stays the same.

Income Taxi, New Shortbread rules, and any round up of news will be called a Digestive.

This is much more fun and so the common man will pay more attention and the pricks that run financial institutions and companies will be caught quickly before they bring us all to the brink of ruin. 

The new Japanese Stock Index the NI-CE 225.

Thursday, 30 September 2010

Bankers are Heroes www.cultcomedy.net

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145 Heroes/Super Heroes/Bankers

September 30th, 2010 | by admin |

Contrary to popular media belief Bankers are heroes. Any one who works in finance is a hero, from the receptionist to the CEO.

If you eschew capitalism then you are not a hero but an enlightened being, because capitalism is the worst idea ever, but so ingrained in everything the world does it has become a necessary evil and anyone working in finance sucking the gristly, over engorged, flaccidly plump penis of Satan, particularly those at the front line trading and selling commodities, currencies, stocks and shares, derivatives and complex financial convections, taking the full force of the rancid ejaculate should be hailed as heroes.

Imagine being surrounded by stale, lifeless, soul drained drones, endlessly talking about the markets, speculating where a completely random concept, the market, will be in the future, with expressions of ‘looking at the chart, a channel has formed, and that looks like a head and bell end, I think you should buy, sell or hold. Do you see anything you like? Please give me some money so that I may get FED.’

Takes a hero to do that.

Imagine sitting in badly ventilated, recycled flatus invested rooms, in front of flickering screens emitting random nonsense and radiation, noise, constantly for 10 hours a day, having to listen to CNBC business channel twice; once from the television and again minutes later from the salesman or trader who now thinks the story is his idea.

Takes a hero to do that.

Imagine eating processed food, laden with unsaturated fats, salt, sugar and badness, 

a life of hiding, a life of denying the changes, a life embracing normalcy bias, vulnerable to the slow moving well camouflaged predators, clinging to routine, self medicated with buckets of warm milk and caffeine replacing the depleted cortisol plunging them further into paralysis, drooped shoulders, their body folding into itself, craned neck and soft belly, a body in crisis, immune system and sex drive crashed, propped up by pain killers, cigarettes, alcohol, cocaine whilst typing meaningless emails at a salmonella invested keyboard. 

Takes a hero to do that.

To sacrifice his life so that others can have noble jobs, like doctors, scientists, health workers, nurses, school teachers, builders, mechanics. Jobs with meaning and vocation. No price can be put on this, no amount of money can compensate that level of life destruction. What bankers do is priceless.

And yet you listen to the beguiling politicians and their vicious monkey media whores and judge the bankers. Shame on you. Pity these wretched, skanky, appalling, insidious, shameful, sordid, wraiths, the undead, the autistic carrion of humanity.

And above all don’t call them names.  

He is happy to destroy himself so that you might live – kind of like Jesus really.

That went terribly wrong too.