Wednesday, November 26, 2008

Best. Game. Ever.

Spin the bottle.


I'm now regretting all those years I didn't play it since last time :P


Alright readers! ITT: Your favourite party game!

KGO.

Tuesday, November 25, 2008

Why didnt i think of this...

When the economy is going to hell what do you do... No dont look for superman, Create your own money ! hahaha -- pictures of spiders that is LOL --> Read the news link below of the most entertaining emails of a man trying to pay his bills with a drawing of a spider HAHAHAH


http://news.ninemsn.com.au/article.aspx?id=665847

Sunday, November 23, 2008

Hax0ring your mother's gibson since %your.age + 0.75 years ago

I provided for myself conclusive evidence last night that I am a pessimist.

Was at a club in the city last night (said city being Adelaide, Australia for you imaginary new readers we like to think we get every now and then), and my mind wandered as it is wont to do. Being a stomping ground for young peacocks showing off their tailfeathers to the black widows, the surroundings prompted my thoughts to turn to old flames. My best friend being plastered to her new boyfriend on the couch next to me probably didn't help either.

At one point or another, we all do this. We take the likeliest unlikely place to meet an old flame and mentally create an encounter with them. Depending on how you and your ex parted ways, the likely outcomes of these imagined encounters are:

1) You hook up again
2) You shoot them in the face with arrows until it stops being funny (dying of old age about halfway through)
3) You have no old flames so stop daydreaming and start flirting. Have you even hit puberty yet?

My mind has a tendancy to run rampant, bouncing through tangents faster than a hadron collider invalidating a newfag's argument. You'll see evidence of this in my comics as soon as exams are over and I start clogging the tubes with them.

Closer to the point (HIGH SCORE!), in my mental encounter which was originally going to go down the road of #1 (sounds like my ex and I go to the toilet together, doesn't it? Bon apetit, mes amis.) however it didn't quite turn out that way - as unexpected to myself as anyone else.

What actually happened is that my big-mouthed best friend, whom I love dearly but sometimes wish I could garrotte with my mind, screwed it up for me. Yes, in an entirely imaginary encounter, someone actually screws it up and I don't live happily ever after. In my own mind. This struck me as immensely funny and I cracked up laughing which, after sitting pensively for a while, was apparently quite disconcerting. Two minutes later, my best friend's boyfriend (of about 3 days now) asks me a very specific question on a matter that I don't wish to talk about right now and asked my best friend not to air about to every person she meets.

Huzzah. I was terribly impressed. At least my mental impersonation of my best friend was accurate.

Ok, hassling the reader time. Yes, you, put your pants back on and pay attention. You have a task to perform.

ITT: Best friends you just wanna kill sometimes. kgo.

Friday, November 21, 2008

How far a man is willing to go

Oh my god..... i thought there would be limits to how far a man is willing to go to get some, but obviously i was wrong. read the link below and not only wil you vomit, loose weight and your eyes may bleed but be warned hahah some men have no standards


http://birdparty.blogspot.com/2005/02/stds-no-problemo.html

Tuesday, November 18, 2008

A snippet from my Kitsch Music essay...

"Thus, in regards to Benjamin’s argument, the classical music’s quality, value and unique existence has found itself eradicated and replaced with nine-four-eight-one-double-one-double-one; Pizza Hut Delivery!"

I actually wrote that in my essay.

No joke. I am serious.

Wednesday, November 12, 2008

I made this Post longer than usual because I lack the time to make it short.

What do people truly want.... i have thought of this concept more than once over the past few events... and i think, to be blunt, it is bullshit. You see, it's what we truly want and love that influences the world around us, whether we admit it or not. For example we often say we just want to be happy, when what we mean is we want a fuck load of money.... We say we want spiritual enlightenment and a higher sense of understanding when really we want are the easy answers... We say that we want love, affection and companionship but what we really want is sex... We want to be accepted for who we really are when really you wish you looked better, slimmer or to be firmer.


As for myself, what do i truly want, I want space and time from people.... translation... Seriously not in the mood t listen to other peoples problems when i have too many myself.

But ask yourself sometime before claiming to be righteous about your ambitions, justifications upon your actions, step back - remove yourself from the discourse and actually ask yourself for once in your life... "why am i doing this and what am i really asking/wanting"

Friday, November 7, 2008

GO GO GO OBAMA OBAMA

Oh yes!

I forgot to mention.

OBAMA WON!

But we all know that already, I thought it should be posted on Antifuck for the sake of following everyone else.

Now go download the ringtone:

http://www.barackobama.com/mobile/

Or, watch this Sarah Palin tribute all the way from Russia!

http://au.youtube.com/watch?v=XR9V_aOCga0

Hibernating, but not dead

Hi fellow readers,

Just to let you know Antifuck is only 'dead' due to final exams for the year. As you know, all Antifuck contributors are university students who have confidence issues, yet are ego-centric and believe their opinion counts and would be heard if they posted on a blog that no-one reads.

Other than that, I don't know how many times I wanted to yell "DOES THIS LOOK LIKE A MARKETPLACE?" to every customer who tries to bargain with me for a discount.

Really, does a high-end department store look like a marketplace to you?

"NON-NEGOTIABLE, BITCH!"

Ahh...if only. :(