argonautgod

This keyboard is messing me about. Three times I've tried starting this blog and three times the browser has back-pedalled back to naked women. Not what I spend my simply-earned money on. I have a mouse for that. The keyboard is for typing nonsense and bunk and swear words and crude insults and silly tosh. Not nudity. No. I feel like telling the birdies that have decided to take root above my bedroom window of this but they're too busy orgying and whatnot. Be rather awkward if I did that. RSPCA would have me by the nads so I'd have to cut a deal and sell out the rapist seagull that uses rape on other seagull to claim their territory on top of the lamp post at Somerfield. What the seal sitting on the rocks across the way thought I don't know. I had the opportunity to ask the thing earlier as I took its photo but the photo turned out cack and I don't speak seal. English, profanity and Standard Grade French (grade 3) is my limit. In the end a total win-win situation.

Voting in Scotland tomorrow. Have definitely decided to spoil one ballot by drawing a massive cock on it (the local MSP one, Tavish is in the safest MSP seat in the land. No need to throw my support behind him when the island is going to anyway.) I've always wanted to draw a cock on my ballot and tomorrow I get to do so. He won't mind. In fact I think he'd smirk. Still deciding what to do with the local councillors ballot. We got super wards now. We got STVs to dole out. One thing is for sure, no vote of mine is going to the women standing (one's poster has the ultimate false smile, the more you look at it the happiness crumbles away until you're looking at a phony. The other made the damn near fatal mistake of canvassing during Sunday lunch. She's lucky that she's not getting any votes from this household) so the vote comes down to the sitting convener, his nemesis at the Port Authority, a cool old postman that runs marathons and some other dude who was so remarkable I forgot he exists. I'll decide when I get there.

Then there's the entire reason I'm bothering with this election. Those no-good ideological crazies nationalists have a decent to very good chance of getting into power and dissolving the union between Scotland and England. This would be shit. I like the Union despite frequently uttering one of my favourite quotes from Gangs of New York that would expose me as a liar in a different context. So through gritted teeth I'm voting Labour in the list vote. They may have done nothing when the foreign arsonist was almost tossed out the country long after he served his sentence and gotten his life back in order (technically if he was chucked out of the country the second after he stepped out the clink there'd be no complaints in this quarter but he wasn't hence the act was disgraceful) but damnit, they're better than the nationalist crazies, the Libs, the bastard Tories and any of the others that don't possess any grasp on the economic world.

Damn the SNP. Because of my fear of them I can't draw cocks on all three of my ballot papers. Damn them.

I'm a tad fed up now yet I'm fully prepared to be utterly disconsolate should the election go tits up tomorrow. Still, can;t be any worse than that second half at XLI. Surely...

Meh, need to be cheered. Take it away... grooving woman.



After watching I am of the opinion that if Jack McConnell grooved while on the electoral trail I'd be able to deface my ballots with zero regrets. Yep.