Sleepy ny-ny's

HOLLA! It's nearly 8pm and we've run out of garage music, sleepy ny-ny's for me!

whats been going on?????

whats going down our loyal supporters of the award winning and most abstract blog in the world.

swordfish here just to update you all on our most recent storys, to do so ive included a few visual aids which are to be refered to as go thru this post......

As you should know, unless uve bin 2 stoned to remember anyfin the last 6months, the fearless leader of this twisted creation goes by the name of partyboy aka trimble-clot, well this farting, belching excuss of a tramp decided it would be a bit of a laff to strech a jonny ova his head last week (fig b), how we all joked- until things went wrong, you see - the rim cut that hard in2 his head that he blacked out for 10 minutes.

wen he awoke he was somewhat different in appearance(fig a) and in mind, ova the next day or two his outlook on life had changed. Even nice posh social events had been turned into a mockery (fig d). Things had to change i consulted a friend MR R.Bull and asked should we have him comitted or take the more daunting option - taking him to russels hall hospital and paying 200quid parking and getting a 10hour wait. But he wouldnt make a dicision and just sat on the fence (fig c).

As time went by the more we worried, at one point there was rumers of the illness spreading (fig i) as mr r.bull seemed to belive he was an xmas tree, to the extreme of even netting himself up ready for sale.

However Partyboy was getting worse, he insisted on painting his nose blue (fig f scum bastard) and going against everything he had ever stood for. It got to the point of him buying heavily reduced small heath championship flybe rags (fig g) and idolising them!!

what was wrong? i made the decision that we must turn to god as a last resource, as time was against me i stole a car that was parked outside a hairdressers (fig e) and made it to the nearest church in minutes, here partyboy was confronted by a priest called shnizel jizzell (fig h) who headbutted him to the floor and said where the f**k are my hairclippers and friday films, anyway back to the story - the living chimney jumped to his feet, did a little trimmy shimmy and lived happily in the offy ever after.

BWAHAHAHA

Come on then you whinging bunch of faggots.

Apologies and Thank You.
We haven't updated for weeks and weeks and weeks, but for some reason we're still getting visitors... GOOD ON YA! I won't lie, I was busy for a week, and idle for 3 months. But Trim's back, and he's back with a motherfucking vengance you bunch of fannyfaces, stop moaning at the lack of updates, we've got material, but not time ;)

Keeping Me Laughing.
Let me make a point of linking top RantinRobs website, the man is a Villa boy, a cider drinker and a lesbian lover, so something for all the family. Keep up the good work Roberto.

On the subject of Villa, if you'm one of these yokel Black Cuntray locals like me, make time for the Black Country Villan, a local boy with his heart in the right place, not updated often enough for my liking, but his analysis and comments on Villa's state of affairs is usually spot on.

And finally, for all you England fans (I'm Dutch before you ask, hence the surname) you should visit Armchair England. Sharp, satirical, cutting, it's all about them bunch of English monkeys that have no idea about football. God Bless Bergkamp. Good read though, so visit and enjoy.

Oh, and should the opportunity rise to see Jimmy Carr live, do it, go, no excuses, cancel your wedding whatever, funny FUNNY man.

News.
Well, there's been so much going on, I don't know where to start. War, nuclear weapons, excitement over the World Cup, Pete Doherty, Labour shame...........

Oh, and the cretins lost 3-1 to the mighty MIGHTY Aston Villa Football Club, by God you did every Villa fan in the country proud that day boys, you take the credit Cahill, Baros, Tommy, all of you. David O Leary you're still a prick, and Ellis, you're still an even bigger prick.

But we beat them, and the shit are going down. What a good day.

Happy 21st Birthday to young Deb aswell, I hoped you enjoyed my entertainment, I'm sure swordfish will have a video to post later, the garage-listening swine.

Happy Birthday to Big Trim too, you old tosser ;) Still going strong, even after being a Villa fan for so many years. Keep it up man.

I've probably forgot something, but if I have, and I like you, I sincerely apologise, not intention, just the beer killing the brain.

Music.
Nicky Blackmarket was as heavy as my gut, nothing more needs to be said. Unfortunately, I only got the one video, but but can't host it yet sorry.

Too many albums and shit to remember, so let that pass until next time.

Literature.
So old swordfish has decided to use his cooking skills for money making purposes, releasing his very own cookbook. I've only seen one recipe, but exclusive pictures below. Don't forget to buy it HERE.

Making Bready Butter by Swordfish Hobbs, Author: Arther Peni


Firstly, wipe any urine or semen from your hands on the nearest teatowel. Well done.




Then, reach for the white wine. You won't cook well when sober.




Good good, now you'm a little pissed, get the bread.




Well, you tried, but that's actually a jar of olives. Never mind, we'll compromise. Now, get the butter...




What the fuck, that's tuna you dumb bastard! Don't swear at me, only Gordon Ramsey and Mr Kipling can swear at me. Put the knife down....




Oh shit, he's going mad. Erm....




Oh shit, he's got the lightsaber butterknife out, fuck we're all going to die!








So, that's that, Arthur Peni's books hasn't been selling too well, and we tried to get an interview, but he's not answering his phone for some reason. Oh well, life goes on.

And FINALLY (no more reading I promise) WRECKHEAD OF THE WEEK...



Mrs Dominique Kumslute, well done you wreckhead tart, you look a million lira.

A LOOK TO THE FUTURE

who's idea was it to let partyboy wear a skirt??

So I've been watching this new programme... Family Si...

Spot the difference? I'm only kidding Spunky...

Photo #1



Photo #2

YOUR A BLUENOSE IN DISGUISE

And suddenly it all makes sense.........

snapped outside a brum

nightclub

discussing sabotage and

villa's downfall with gold???

At least hell will be warm...

A picture tells a thousand words...

Apologies for general crudeness, still getting to grips with it.

Due to killing imageshacks bandwidth (probably shouldn't have posted it on b3ta!) I'm now linking to this pic.

EDIT: Shit, it's gone for good, all that work, damn.