Heh.
Heh. Heh heh heh heh heh, HAAHaHAHAAhahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahHAHAHA Ha. Ha, haaa, aaaaaah. Ah.
Aaah, that was good. Here, this is going to be my funniest yet. No, sorry. Ok. Here you are:
This hahahahahahahaha HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAHAHAHAHA. HA HA HA HA HA HAHA HAHA HAHA hgghhhhhghhhhhghhh, ooargh, better stop myself, if there's one thing I hate it's self indulgent laughter that sounds like breathing difficulty, well, next to people who say, "loo" that is.
I'm sorry. You'll have to wait for my next entry. Hopefully it won't be as funny and you'll get to read it. Incidentally, I would have written one before now, but I've been writing about my travels to Punchestown whenever I have had a chance between housework, people and job hunting (people hunting is my favorite, housework is way too easy to hunt down and doesn't feel pain and jobs are way too hard and difficult to kill without repercussions). In the absence of photographs of Punchestown I have substituted thousands of words. If only I had more time to spend on pointless exercises. Writing is EVEN better than sliced bread regardless of the content. Soon I will put it on the internet and you can waste your HAHAHAHAHAHhhhaaaaaA, ahem, sorry the true subject of this blog just popped into my head again, time for a while too.
Aaah, that was good. Here, this is going to be my funniest yet. No, sorry. Ok. Here you are:
This hahahahahahahaha HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAHAHAHAHA. HA HA HA HA HA HAHA HAHA HAHA hgghhhhhghhhhhghhh, ooargh, better stop myself, if there's one thing I hate it's self indulgent laughter that sounds like breathing difficulty, well, next to people who say, "loo" that is.
I'm sorry. You'll have to wait for my next entry. Hopefully it won't be as funny and you'll get to read it. Incidentally, I would have written one before now, but I've been writing about my travels to Punchestown whenever I have had a chance between housework, people and job hunting (people hunting is my favorite, housework is way too easy to hunt down and doesn't feel pain and jobs are way too hard and difficult to kill without repercussions). In the absence of photographs of Punchestown I have substituted thousands of words. If only I had more time to spend on pointless exercises. Writing is EVEN better than sliced bread regardless of the content. Soon I will put it on the internet and you can waste your HAHAHAHAHAHhhhaaaaaA, ahem, sorry the true subject of this blog just popped into my head again, time for a while too.
posted by jimlad at 1:19 PM
12 Comments:
I don't know about anyone else, but I know exactly what you are lauging at. Here's the review from The Times:
Unbelievably funny, comes close to the famous weapon referenced by Monthy Python. Doesn't quite kill, but has military merit.
Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahhaha!
Oh, you don't quite kill me. You're so funny. I love you, and so will anyone else who can read your mind.
I knew a funny guy once. Korean. Blew his brains out all over the pacific. There's nothing funny about that!
You knew that guy!? If it's the same guy, and I think it is, I studied him in science. Since you knew him I hope this isn't too upsetting, but you might like to know:
A few bits of brain exploded off so fast that they went back in time (physics), before landing on some island in the Pacific, far away from Korea. It actually looks like life then evolved from the pulp of his brain (biology) and a race of people developed, built huge heads (archeology) on the island and went extinct. The usual theory goes that the race used up all the wood on the island in makeing the heads, and then they had no source of life left, nor any wood with which to build boats and escape (sociology).
Funny as that is (in a tragic way, of course) one of my colleagues was intrigued by this theory and believed it wasn't complete. He came up with a theory of his own, but before he could tell anyone he started laughing like crazy and died. The worst thing is, he'd donated his brain to an organ donor place, and some stupid guy who wanted to be clever had an operation to get my colleague brain, but as soon as the brain had been transplanted successfuly, the brain just exploded! ... just exploded..crazy. The stupid guy is dead of course.
I wouldn't have believed the story myself, especially since the name of the island sounded made up ("Easter Island") but my friend's theory was that the entire evolution and extinction was an exact manifestation of the original joke that killed that Korean guy, so when his brain blew up I started to wonder. Before that I'd figured one less Korean wouldn't be noticed so the story was a little too convenient, a little too difficult to test, but you say you knew this guy? Were you close?
Liam McD
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I'm waiting...
I hate you jimlad.
I thought I would get people to be interested in my blog by talking about God on my furiousthinking site, but I've found someone else who is way more popular. Yay!
Very close. That was upsetting - and I have several issues I'd like to challenge in your theory there, Jimlad - if that is your real name - and I'm assuming it isn't, probably says James on your birth cert. - so you're a liar for starters, but I'll get back to that another time. Actually I'll just do it now shall I? Where was I..ah yes, the lies. Yours. In plenty.
- Time travelling brain fragments: unlikely - physically unfeasible - would have to go faster than speed of light - you're a stinking liar.
- Easter Island - what a crock! - you're a stinking liar.
- Those heads aren't made of wood - and why didn't they just eat some monkeys or ducks or summat if these brain goop easter people are so goddam smart? - ergo - You're a filthy, stinking liar, rubbing your own deception and phoniness all over yourself and luxuriating in its deliciously incorrect fraudulence.
They're not wood now, silly. They've fossilised. Yeah, I know, it's a major bummer for current geographical and physical theories, but it's true! Scientists are rethinking their ideas as we speak! Also, they
obviously needed lots of wooden chisels to cut the rock. Wood doesn't cut rock easily and so they ran out before they could finish their job.
One thing though, how did you guess my real name? I thought my identity was secure. I bet you didn't know that the first time I was called jimlad was by a guy who was at the time known as Scratch! True story!
Leave Liam McD alone. He is a gentle soul; those rape rumours were blown way out of proportion - she did not look twelve.
SAY SOMETHING!
*Rips shirt open*
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