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In the year 50XX, Tom Butts sent his assistant back in time in a time machine to the year 2023 to bring back Cow and Chicken in their entire house to put in his Buttopolis Museum of Natural History. It turns out, though, that Chicken is highly allergic to the chemical Tangerine, which causes him to become the kid that played Sam in the transformers movies and jack himself off into insensibility. As Chicken himself peers in through the window of Butts office at the jacking videos caused by the chemical Tangerine, he mutters a derisive 'yuck'.

"Ew!" Butts wails. "The 'yuck'-kid yucked at my house!"

In the house where Cow and Chicken live, Chicken becomes a cute young girl who also has odd masturbating tendencies when exposed to Tangerine, but it's not that bad. Chicken remains Sam and invites his best friend over to his house when their mother ends up going to the hospital to give birth to their third baby. His friend is an absolute recreational wanker and isn't ashamed about it, saying they should let Cow/Sister play outside in their backyard. It turns out that Chicken/Sam's house is backed up onto mounds of blue and green naturally occuring Tangerine at the top of their plateau property. Chicken/Sam tries his best to keep himself from beating off as he scolds Cow/Sister to get back from the cliff side as Wanker/Friend heads back into the house.

"Mom and Dad will only be back tomorrow," she said snarkily. "Are you sure you want to get mad at me?"

Then I wake up. o_0

Back home, my holidays over, I return to the drudgery of my life.

Admin work consumes my waking thoughts, haunting me even on my holiday. My dog's skin condition has become worse due to the negligent care of my brother. I'm afraid to look at my bank account. My room is a mess and stinking of dog because of Lady's skin problem. I have only a meagre day of rest, if you want to call it that...

Isn't life grand?

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Error message translation: You're SCREWED either way. If you are not SCREWED or have received it in error, please SCREW yourself and report the issue. <_<;

Whoever came up with that error message truly has a warped sense of humor.

Not the most exciting title for a post, but it'll get by. I'm on my last day of my beach getaway and managed to finally sneak off to a computer. One off my BFFs, Mary Ann, has adamantly refused to let me use a computer, saying that going for a week without touching one is some sort of milestone and testament for me.

It is. A testament of PAIN.

You might call me sad, but there it is. A lot of my life as begun to revolve around the computer. It links me to people I don't normally have time to hang out with - like Brightside, whom, I swear, I'll never tease about boyfriend calls when overseas again now that I'm on the same boat as her. I haven't spoken to him in a while and I do rather miss him; alas, he is not online right now :'( The computer also offers me the chance to be neurotic, as I constantly refresh my examination results page in the vain hope that my results will magically appear.

But I didn't sneak off to a computer to talk about computers. I sneaked down here to talk about Krabi. In particular: Ao Nang Beach - where it is raining. My god, is it raining. It rains like I talk: one long gray spell of meaningless dullness that doesn't seem to end. Well, it's not that bad, really. Just for the past couple of days has it been raining non-stop. It sort of ruined our canoeing trip we had planned today, rendering it dull and depressing. It wasn't so bad, since tomorrow we have a great spa trip planned. I intend to spend $120 on myself - just pampering... because I deserve it.

So far, it has been an incredibly relaxing trip and I'm quite ready to return to Singapore tomorrow, before leaving the day after to go to KL. It just occured to me that I'll not be seeing my family for two whole weeks. I miss my dog. I miss my mom. I miss my Sims3... :'(( *sob* Now it is time to sneak back up to the room before BFF MJ wakes up.

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Ingredients (Serves 8)

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Steps
1) Fry beef in olive oil in a stock pot until caramelization appears at the bottom of the pot. Meat should be slightly golden brown. Reserve beef. Fry onions until translucent and tender. Add chicken stock, garlic, vegetables, beef and potatoes.

2) Bring to a boil before lowering heat to simmer. Allow to simmer covered for 25 minutes or until beef and vegetables are tender. Season with salt and pepper to taste.

3) Serve hot with a warmed onion dinner roll.

Nutrition Facts
8 Servings
Amount Per Serving
Calories		122.3
Total Fat		4.6 g
	Saturated Fat	1.6 g
	Polyunsaturated Fat	0.5 g
	Monounsaturated Fat	2.0 g
Cholesterol		27.1 mg
Sodium		479.4 mg
Potassium		407.1 mg
Total Carbohydrate		11.1 g
	Dietary Fiber	1.7 g
	Sugars	2.3 g
Protein		9.5 g

I don't have much experience with dogs, meaning that I'm not all that experienced when it comes to owning different breeds. I own a Jack Russel, who's willful, serious and a little grouchy in her old age. Now that responsibility has passed on to the dubious hands of my brother. Currently, the pup of my life is Lady, an English Cocker Spaniel.

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She also does this, which is hilarious:

Fuck you VPN! Fucking CUNTivity client of motherfucking hell!! I haul my ancient brick laptop home, try to do my work, TRY to be efficient and what do I get?

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DIE

It takes me about 10 minutes to even login to the system to access the intranet. 10 minutes! Do you know how long that is in Internet Years? 10 minutes can get me 5 songs off the web - 10 minutes can load a 30 minute video off Youtube - 10 minutes, at 100mbps, should transfer up to 60,000mbs of data. Why do I have to wait 10 minutes to send probably 100b of data just get into a system to spend 5 minutes updating 1 absent pupil's attendance record EVERY DAY? It just doesn't make sense - and now I have to haul home bricktop to key in marks because I refuse to learn the HIGHLY complicated method of downloading the Excel file that will allow me to key in marks without logging into the system; because, considering the economy of time, the amount of time spent LEARNING how to download, use, and upload that file's data, could have been spent typing shit into the system immediately. 

Then you get fuck-ups like this that just negate any benefit of using the system because you can't. fucking. use. the system.

So you know what? Fuck it. Fuck it all. I will play Prince of Persia and I don't care.

Fable-2

I've paid $50 for a second hand copy of Fable 2. Not that I'm complaining, but I stopped to ask myself why since I had finished that stupid game 4 times, eventually descending to spending hours trying to activate bugs in the game for myself. Despite my saturation of Fable 2, I still want to own it. Why?

I have no idea, perhaps it is fondness for the game, perhaps I don't want to loose the 4 saved games or something, which as an X Box n00b, that qualifies as a valid excuse. With me and video games, it's been a relationship that's as on-off as Ross and Rachel from Friends. Sometimes I'll find that one game that will suck me in, I'll play almost inhumanly long hours, looking up secrets and cheat codes, finish the game only to replay it to pick out the secrets or angles I had missed the first time around. With Fable, I started out good but turned evil, because it was fun. Then I had to start out evil, but turn good - because it was fun. I had to play as both a man and a woman just to see how the character evolve as male and female, good and evil.

Now I'm starting Prince of Persia, an old title but one that's got me wondering what is it about some games that sucks me in. Lets take Prince of Persia as a case in point for our analysis.

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My very first thought as I watched the opening cut scene was, "Wow, the prince sounds so damn American. He should be sounding like Ahmed the Terrorist or Osama bin Laden, not like some mildly annoying jock." Ah, Americanism in video games, how wonderful. It's amazing to see Marxism at work as the entire culture of Ancient Persia is trivialized into Jock Calling For Donkey In Dessert.

We move on as we fall off a cliff and look up only to see hot, scantily-dressed Elika jumping and landing right on us in a compromising position. Yes, a subtle prelude to where this might all end up, certainly. We proceed to chase her, where I realize my reaction to failing at jumps is to mash the button in frustration and jumping around everywhere. When I finally get my thumb to obey orders, I eventually chase her down. I actually feel good that I am seeing myself getting better with jumps, eventhough my repeated failures and the game's bail-out of failed jumps which involve Elika's powers actually prompted me to say, "LOL! Elika really helps my stupid ass!"

Ah Elika, the non-playable character who is hot, magical, useful... how typically sexist. He wouldn't be a Prince if he weren't helping out a hot babe. I wonder if he'd help her out if she looked like this:

Ugly

Ahriman

We eventually move on th Ahriman escaping, a shadowy black mass that looks much more menacing than the Ahrimans of FFXI's Castle Zvhal's Baileys. Ahriman here wants to take over the world - OF COURSE!

As I pause the game long enough to write this, I begin to realize that I enjoy games that give me simple goals, visible rewards and, of course, opportunities to interact with a good story. Sure Prince of Persia isn't as free-roaming as Fable 2, but the jumps actually provide really engaging puzzles to work out, and I do feel good when I succeed in them. They're nice enough to accomodate for slow-learners like me too.

Victory for customers in bra war

Marks and Spencer has agreed to end its policy of charging more for larger bras after a campaign by customers.

The store took out adverts in Friday's newspapers admitting it had "boobed" and promising to standardise prices.

The "Busts for Justice" campaign was led by Beckie Williams, a 30G. Her Facebook group attracted more than 13,000 supporters.

Marks and Spencer had added an extra £2 to bras larger than a DD cup on the grounds that they cost more to make.

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A spokesman said: "We've heard what our customers are telling us that they are unhappy with the pricing on our DD-plus bras and that basically we've boobed."

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Fiona Lambert, George's brand director, said: "No one would dream of charging one price for size seven men's socks and a different price for a man with larger feet, so why should they do the same with ladies that are blessed in the chest department?" [Read All]

Well, lulz is all I'm saying. This is silly, silly funny Brits. In Singapore, though, with the majority of women here with Cs, Bs and As, us Blessed Few are lucky to even get a decent D bra. And as it is, we're paying extra anyway because most of those decent bras are expensive imports from more Blessed lands like Britain.