Did anyone see last weeks South Park? It wouldn’t be unreasonable to say that in this latest episode the creators, Matt Stone and Trey Parker, pushed many boundaries and no doubt gave Comedy Central’s lawyers a major headache.
The “N Word” is used no less than 42 times, in a storyline packed with controversy. Still, in South Park fashion, it was very, very funny and a great start to the new season.
Before you start to worry that South Park has been taken over by The KKK or BNP, it’s not exactly what you think, and like with many episodes, has a special “I’ve learned something today” meaning.
The best line of the show has to be “From now on, if a person uses the word ‘ni**er’, it must be at least seven words away from the word ‘guy’” – just to avoid any offence :o)
I was pleased to discover that my local supermarket has started to sell Pukka Pies – the kind you could only previously find in Northern England chip shops and at certain football grounds. Needing to spend £5 in order to claim cashback, I decided to add a Chicken & Mushroom pie to my shopping basket – shame there wasn’t any Chicken Balti ones like you used to find at Elland Road. 20 minutes in the oven – very nice!
Something not so tasty is the new Heinz Tomato Soup. For some reason, they thought it clever to add basil to the recipe. Now, fresh basil in soup is lovely, but from a tin in processed form is not. The whole meal was ruined and poured down the sink. It just goes to show, if it’s not broken, don’t fix it.
Urgh! My brother disgusted me last night. I found out that he had made himself a ham sandwich with meat which had expired on 25th February – nearly 2 weeks ago! Upon examining the remaining slices, I found them to be discoloured, shrivelled up and baring a rather unpleasant odour. I would imagine that eating the sandwich would be like consuming the loose, saggy skin of an old person.
This is just typical behaviour of my brother. Like a rat, tramp or scouser (joke!), he’ll eat anything, regardless of the expiration date. I am the other extreme, and won’t even touch milk which has been left out of the fridge for an hour!
I haven’t seen my brother since last night, but have heard no reports of his death – therefore I think he is probably OK. I suppose there is a lesson from all of this – whatever won’t kill him, will make a tasty snack.
Since moving into my new flat, I have found myself going to bed a lot earlier on “school nights”. Instead of my previous bedtime of 11pm-midnight, I’m tucked up around 10pm. Good thing I say – I feel alot fresher ahead of the weekend, when I will be up later, and I haven’t fallen asleep at my work desk once – I am now the model professional!
This hasn’t been a planned change – although think it is probably linked to various factors.
- No TV or broadband internet to waste my evenings on
- No housemates making noise outside my bedroom door
- No housemates preventing access to kitchen & bathroom
- Nicer bed, which makes sleeping more attractive
- Loads more stuff to do at work, which is tiring me out
People say that you require more sleep as you age. I’m 25 next week. It is a worry, as at the rate things are going, by the time I am the same age as Leeds United owner Ken Bates, I will require 87 hours of sleep a day!
When you eat a kebab, do you ever wonder where the meat may have come from? Hopefully not here.
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