“Wah! I have to eat lard pie instead of a nice souffle like they do in other countries. Wah, my socks don’t come in any other color but brown. Wah, I’ll never be anything more than a shoe repairman since my daddy was a shoe repairman. Wah, I can only get on the internet with a 486 and dialup, and Lamebook takes an hour per page to download.”
Wah! My loin cloth doesn’t match my breastplate. Wah! My water bottle, the only toy I’ve had in seven years, blew away in the last windstorm along with my loin cloth. Wah! My water supply is tainted with cholera again. Wah! WTF is a computer?
All those assholes in the 3rd world are so damn entitled. They’re always whining about lacking food, clothing, shelter, and medical care. They should try being grateful that they aren’t actively on fire once in a while!
In South Africa it’s pretty much middle class taxpayers whining about government wasting our money, our presidents need to have 3 jets tail his jet on his recent trip to the US, funding for his 4 wives, fraudulent tenders issued to buddies of officials etc. while the 50% who live below the poverty line bitch about lack of housing, electricity, jobs, decent schooling and the high price of food. 22 Years on and Apartheid still gets the blame…
Matt: you forgot to mention that those who bitch and moan about housing and schooling don’t pay a cent… they breed like rabbits so obviously there’s going to be a problem with food etc. but besides for that we will always be blamed for apartheid even though they’ve turned the tables…
But the good news…There’s a woolworths walking distance from my work… and yes, here in South Africa we still walk to the shop and we still hire movies from places like blockbuster.
@No 22. Sounds like your words have asthma. If i was in a Viet Kong Rape Camp, i’d be a guard, MsAnne, and you’d be my bitch, but I still wouldn’t rape you – I think you would be too “into it”. No such thing as a 3rd world country anymore. It’s China…and every fucker else.
Well, there’s 1st world and 3rd world here. Plus it is a bitch when your stash runs out. Luckily the demographic with 3rd rate jobs (petrol pump attendants, nightclub car guards etc.) can normally supply the odd fix.
^^ in true 1st world countries pod is legal. No need for a stash, just walk to the nearest coffee shop and purchase some more. Eat that, fucktards.
Oh and we should stop feeding the 3rd world, obviously their numbers are to high to sustain. Stop giving them food and the problem will solve it self. Then again, we 1st world folks need them so we can donate and feel better about ourselves.
^I’m wondering if those added empathic capabilities are actually working. I think you need to get a refund on the £3.95 you paid the small medium for your so-called capabilities, that is, if you can find her. Chances are, she took your money and ran.
MsAnne doesn’t have a mum, nor does she have a dad. They left when she was born. Some say they hung themselves as they couldn’t live with the shame of giving birth to half man/half dog scrotum. I don’t believe that though, I believe they tried drowning it, but this particular little bitch was a wily fucker and held it’s breath. The parents, thinking they had done a good job in drowning the cunt, returned to a care free life selling crack and whoring. MsAnne, was taken in by a family of snakes, which incidentally explains well…everything, until the age of ten. From then on she had to raise herself, feeding on babies fresh from the earth, victims of cot death. At the age of 18 she was drafted into the military, which was a success, until it’s second tour when a Viet Kong prison guard mistook MsAnne for a dog’s testicle, a delicacy. She was imprisoned for 6 months in a Viet Kong Rape Camp, where it was continually set on fire in the attempt to dry it out. I took pity on it, and smuggled it out in a jar, gave it a laptop, and well…
@MattP82 – Yeah, that’s a bit long. I tried to look up what Woolworth’s has online but it looks like mostly children’s party stuff. I just have happy memories of helping grandma find the rouge she wore. I’ve been trying to remember the name of it. Only sold at Woolworths it came in these little black tins with three gold flowers on it. The tins were a little bit bigger around than a quarter and about three or four quarters thick.
Basically it comes down to missing my grandma Pavlick. She was the only grandparent I really had. Her husband, my grandpa, died five years before I was born. My paternal grandparents got really sick when I was young – grammie developed a brain tumor that started as skin cancer. Grandpa had Alzheimer’s. The strongest memory I have of him is him mistaking me for his son who died in an accident when he was 13.
Anyway, as for the FB post – eh, Blockbuster sucks anyway. Online as well as off. The waiting list for Tod Browning’s Freaks was about two years long. With Netflix, I got it within a week of signing up. Now I’m working my way through Wonderfalls. Man, I miss that show.
The blockbuster in my town shut down so thus creepy place called cheap video opened… I was excited because there is just something about renting from a video place. It was all porn… nothing but porn. Also they sell liquor. Awesome.