New day = new stuff

So, it's a new day and I actually got a haircut. I like it so much.... or maybe I'm just bullshitting again. Only thing I notice about my hair is that it's shorter. I have no idea if it looks better now, but I honestly don't care.

So, what should I whine about today? I think I'm gonna give Jan Thomas a good beating today. for those of you who don't know the bugger, he's a styling "expert", or as we call him; The Botox King. Married to a boy(yes, he is homosexual) 22 years younger, which in itself isn't all that bad(although still a bit weird. The 22 years younger thing, not being homosexual), but when you see that the man is in full midlife crisis, everybody should laugh at the idiot. If it had been five years ago the bastard would have gone to jail for being a pedo.

Anyway, the "expert" has had more than his 15 minutes of fame and, like everybody else who has gotten their face plastered all over the media for more than a day, he has decided to go into the music business. On iTunes he charges 30NOK(£ 3 or US $4,5) where 25 of these 30 kroners will go to cancer organisations. Now that is not a bad thing, BUT THE BOTOX MAN CAN'T SING! If Guantanamo had still been open they could send the music there and after 10 minutes playing in the camp you would have 50 guys saying they were the masterminds behind 9/11. Squeling pigs makes better music than he does. It should be criminal. Why do they allow people like that to stick their botox filled face in the media, or let them sing? I was shaking my head when bin Laden said that the West had a society of low morale and standards(i.e. the West is a shait community), but that was until I heard the Botoxpig squeel. If this gets around the world you would even have the most radical Republicans screaming "Death to the West" in no time.

Which brings me to my second matter. I'm for opening up dodgy medical experiments on humans again, e.g. how long can a person live without food or water in a cold cell with no windows. So who should we put in there? I think we should throw in some of the worst criminals in our society today. I don't mean murderers and rapists, but those that make crappy commercials.

Not only do the assholes interrupt the match analasis with commercial, but they give me crap commercials that would tip psyciatric patients over the edge and start on a killing spree. Mostly these commercials are commercials for shampoo and toiltpaper. Doesn't anyone check if it is actually worth sending? Isn't there anyone that looks at the commercial and stick their eyes out with a blunt object after seeing this? Is there a CEO of a company that cries himself to sleep after watching the commercial, realising that what he has spent decades to build up has collapsed due to a group of brainless idiots that think it's a good idea to show the softness of a toiletpaper by having a family bring out a roll for everyone to use as a pillow when taking a nap after a picnic?
If I were elected PM of Norway I'd make sure that there was a controlboard or something making sure that these cruel and evil "humans" get what they deserve. I bet that bad commercials are against the human rights. If it isn't it certainly should be.

On to the positive things of life. Not much, to be honest, but I bet there is something I can smile about. I just realised I have cold coke in the fridge. Tastes pretty good.

Until next time.

I hate Mondays

Mondays are a pain in the arse. Not because they are any harder than any other days, it's just that they are Mondays.

On the news front there are a few funny things around.
For those of you who follow Premier League football you have most likely heard about Fabregas spitting at Hull's assistant manager, Brian Horton. The manager, Phil Brown, has been rather eager to talk about it in the media and a lot of interesting things have come from his mouth: First it was in the player tunnel Fab spat on Horton, then it was on the pitch, then it was in the tunnel again. Also, Phil Brown didn't see it at first, but as he thought about it he remembered he saw it, but he didn't know if anyone else saw it. Strange, considering that the tunnel is usually stacked with people. Then out of the blue the entire coaching staff of Hull saw the incident. I think there's something fishy about all of this, and I don't mean the smell that the Hull team brings with them everywhere(ok, maybe not the most grown up comment, but it's still my blog).

Arseblog has actually aquired the letter that Hull FC sent to the FA where they explain everything.

Another piece of news that caught my interest was when the head of the South African football league, Kjetil Siem, said that Norway showed a lack of respect at the opening of the new World Cup stadium, where Norway lost 2-1. Reason; they played like crap. Now Kjetil Siem is obviously one of those little dogs that bites you in the leg when it doesn't get all the attention it wants. He is a Norwegian, very passionate about football, but the only place he got a job was in bloody South Africa(no offence towards RSA intended). I think he probably just wants everybody in Norway to know that he is not dead, and hope that we haven't forgotten him. He will be one of those names that get announced on TV that has passed away, and you are left thinking "Who the fuck was that?"

Nothing else interesting in the world today, at least for what I care. I will probably need to find some excuse to stay up late as I watch Eleventh Hour. Any good excuses anyone?

So I join the party, late....

So I have finally decided to join this phenomena called blogging. This phenomena that has given people fame and babes. This phenomena that is so overrated that I have decided to join in on it, just because I'm bored. That's the reason; I'm bored. I'm so bored I'm writing a frigging blog.

"So Knudi. What are you going to write about in this fantastic blog of yours," you may wonder. How should I know? I'm bored! You don't have a plan when you're bored. I'm certainly not going to write cute and cuddly stuff with plenty of "<3" hearts and lot of "=)" and similar stuff. That's not for me. They have yet to manage to find an emoticon that shows you the finger, so until then I'll avoid using that crap. Whatever comes in my mind, I'll write. You can be damn sure that you probably won't like that, that's the only thing I can say for certain.

So, I'll see you next time I've updated this piece of crap(which could be tomorrow or next year. Who knows.)