Friday, 30 October 2009

Where the ghosts at?

Those muthafucking kidz got guns muthafucka.

Escape from boarding school.

Cuppycakes, interestingly, are more expensive in Fort Bonifacio.

Could there be people dumb enough not to fork out the extra 1 pence? Or, maybe God hates you so much this is one of those instances where you have exactly £3.99

Vodka is our friend.

Cock. Gay. Rum.

Thank god The Nashman is not hirsute.

Burger with blue cheese...

...and token veggies. Mmmm.


And now for 3 minutes of torture

Who comes up with these sorts of campaign ads?

Just when you thought with the very public self-disembowelment of Chiz "Boy Laway" Escudero we'd finally be safe from cheesiness, think again.

Noynoy Aquino's PR peeps have released a prime time ad where Noynoy basically shows off how many showbiz friends he has. Granted it's more a 'music video' rather than a political infomercial, it's positively dripping in jologsness.

If you've already seen it, I'm sure you'll agree with me that they look like a mob out for a lynching.

One minute Boy Abunda is having a slumber party at Mami Villar's old Tondo digs, the next, he's standing on the bow of a banca looking like a missionary young children should avoid.

Wednesday, 28 October 2009

Chiz Escudero: Boy Laway. Ang TRAPO na may LBM ang bunganga.

...blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah....

(whoever made this, lagot kayo sa Alpha Phi Beta Ugok fraternity)

MindFuck. When you see it, you'll shit bricks.

Tuesday, 27 October 2009


Nice wall graffiti that put a smile to my morning commute.

Antony stands still.

Off to lunch at the covered market.

He's packing wood.

How's the north sea guys?

Tempting. Still a bit overpriced for its specs. I wanna try out that 9 hour battery life. Sus maniwala.

I'd let him go.

Still undecided how much to bet.

Monday, 26 October 2009

Skin Colour is just a Phenotype.

Maggie from the Hood.

Ganja equals happiness squared mon.

The customer askah if we serveh sweetah and sowah pok with no cheelee. I said "Yes we can!"

We're off to the colonial market Carruthers. Chop. Chop.

Oooh la la. Animal products. Jolly good.

Shall I get the wildebeest...

or the white rhinoceros hoof? Is there elephant by any chance?

Tiger skull. A candelabra I say.

Alrighty then. When these little critters finish, I want those snakeskins for my Reed's boots.

We would like to say we have nothing against cows. We have been nonoming a lot of beef lately. Well, it's cheap and a steak meal takes no more than 15 minutes to make.

It happens to everyone of us.

Sunday, 25 October 2009


A fucking rainbow, chocolate nips. A fucking rainbow, chocolate nips. I hate that jingle from childhood.

Apparently, Mel Gibson is unavailable.

So, did you know that Scota was the daughter of a pharaoh? I wonder how they packed the, thunder roll, Stone of Destineeeee, lightning flash.

Yay! I can go to Israel for cheap!

Before it turns into a bleak grey.

They obviously have not seen a Burnham lake Swan boat...although I prefer the psycho bear boat.

His Royal Orangeness Karl Willem and PA/PR Gromit present their handiwork... doesn't look photogenic but it's homemade.

Printer Ink is Expensive

Presidential Chizisms...

PS: So what's this I picked off the Baguio Grapevine (with photos!) about Manny Pacquiao's endorphin and serotonin extractor?

Hey, we gained 1 hour today.

Benguet should send over some samples so we can see how our local grown grass stacks up. FYI: This one's retailing at 10 Euros per gram. Sold by Greenhouse Coffee Shop. There's one in Dam square.

Just Two Surprises

Because somewhere in the world, there's at least one Manoling Morato

No surprises there save for two...

Talking rabbits....

...and a case of copyright infringement (daw). Book by a Swedish guy only available hereabouts. JD Salinger is still alive???