Insomnia

I'm thinking about starting up an "Insomniacs anonymous" where you just get loads of fucking weirdos meet up in a church hall or somewhere at 4/5 in the morning and talk about how they can't sleep etc etc. Narcoleptics anonymous would be better. The meeting would be fucking brilliant. "Hi my name's Dave and I suffer from zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz" Wouldn't be able to serve drinks just in case they spilled them! Coffee wouldnt work anyway. What happens if you load some of them up with Red Bull or Boost or some shit like that.

Not much gone on since my last post just general fodder. Thinking of different ways to better myself. What would be more important giving up alcohol or gambling? Then turning whichever one of those into something good like either organising my life better or losing a bit of weight and getting fit. God only knows. Could do with reading a bit more aswell. 2 years without some form of proper education I can feel my mind becoming stale.

Just read that Simon Weston had skin from his arse to build his nose ofter he was burnt. That is amazing! When the man sneezes is it a fart? wouldnt like to suffer from hayfever if that was the case. I didn't even know the man served in the army for a long time, thought he did that to himself with a chip pan like the old advert. "use a wet tea towell to put out the fire" dont pour water on it or you'll look like this spastic!

Just wish I could go to sl

First post on this and I'm already annoyed.

When you register for community accounts, blogs, banks, or anything where you need an e-mail address to confirm you aren't some form of supercomputer, is it REALLY necessary to RETYPE your email address? I have to admit that it is normally on the fucking retype where I manage to balls it up. Surely there should be some sort of sensor that if someone doesn't quite type their own e-mail address correctly there should be a concession where the site thinks "Hmmm they must be human because computers aren't that fucking stupid!".

First rant over so I'll introduce myself - I am Anon. 20 something bartender living with his parents in a shithole of an area and this is my amusing viewpoint into an ever changing, ever angry society.

I wish I had have gone to University.

That's not just it, but had I gone I would have done a science of some form. Never my forte at secondary school but I loved experiments. Even shitty ones. The fact alone that a group of 12 year old boys can be allowed into a room where they can control GAS taps unbeknown to the only "authority" around is pretty special. It took Adolf Hitler years to achieve such a feat.
Using dice to display probability and chance is a pretty good one aswell. Especially to someone running a book on what the most common number will be, or giving odds of 10/1 that the sum of four dice would be less than 6 and people actually throwing money at you is someones dream. While all the time all the teacher really had to do was point at the kid with aspergers and say "1 in 100 of you might have some form of autism like this freakshow over here. I mean look at him, he's cleaning the whiteboard with his tongue!"
Another experiment I enjoyed was stirring salt, or sugar into water or some form of liquid and guessing how many spoonfuls it would take before it would saturate. Which gets me thinking now, how many more blokes will it be before Katie price becomes saturated by spunk? After all we are 70% water. Wank into a glass of water at home boys. Stir it up nice and good. As a further cataslyst one could even use warm water(just a suggestion, I haven't actually tried it...) then divide the amount of spunk it took to saturate the water by ten, times that by seven then times that by "Jordan"'s mass and hey presto you could tell how many more fellas before she turns into a salty Ice cream. Possibly spicy with that much cumin.

Will return with more sick theories on another day, farewell cruel world.