Showing posts with label Comedy. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Comedy. Show all posts

Thursday, 2 August 2012

A man speaks to himself, 20 years from now, then.

"A Conversation With My 12 Year Old Self: 20th Anniversary Edition"

Fuck.
Why didn't I think of this when I was 12. If I do it now, it may be too late. I may lose the footage on an external hard drive or one of many possible reasons it may fail but I'm going to do it anyway.

20 years from now I will hopefully rack up over 7 million views and get money from AdSense too. Champion.

Jeremiah is a comedic genius for this.

Monday, 2 April 2012

That's some killer banter

I didn't know what to expect when I saw the video tweeted with no description. but rest assure.... Curiosity was like 'Yo! Stop taking so long!'

It's just funny, like 'Rah boy, this has probably happened at least once in the existence of the world' but to see it was figgin jokes.



I can imagine myself replaying this at random times now. Class.

Saturday, 13 March 2010

"Check your panties"

I need to improve my singing/ rapping/ comedy/ everything then do something like this.

The way I ydfbvghertiubvrheud was indescribable.


Tuesday, 9 March 2010

Saw 6.7

Slyly jokes 1st time around.

2nd time...



"The makeup is itching my skin"

Monday, 16 November 2009

Big Brother


My little brother has definitely been taking 'comedy' tips from me... Let's just hope he can take the throne (yeah I said throne... AND WHAT?!) when I retire with Roses Gabor (or Cherri V if she's on it) when I hit 60. Now that will be some school days nostalgia sessions. Blaow.

Thursday, 24 September 2009

'Drakes Way'

No I don't have an exclusive source in America who supplies me with unheard content from Aubrey...

It's just the name of my 'home'



Yes. There is no Photoshop or a pathetic attempt to get some cool points (man is too sho for that you get me!?)

*****

My recent decision to go to a university to enjoy my time away from home backfired as the stuck up son of a guns actually turned me... ME?!... Away from their institute of learning to go par with the par. No par intended. I lied.

So I'm at [insert comical possible name here i.e. University of Fartumbria] doing a lot aka 'mind ya bidness dats all... Just mind ya bidness'



*****

Moving in.

Getting people to live with was EAAAAAASY... Getting people who had a British passport, a sense of independence, deposit money and a non 419 mentality WASN'T.

After de-sensitizing the selected few with the use of day time TV and Stephen Fry quotes, it was a matter of who got what room.

DUM DUM DUMMMMMMMMM

Being the manly men the other FIVE* are... Yes... No home, No connotations, they decided to settle the dispute buy, you've guessed it...

BUY PLAYING PRO EVOLUTION SOCCER!!!

Why?
Haven't the foggiest.

All I know is that mana man got the room I wanted without touching a games pad... All it takes is a few skippy words, a handshake and a witness who didn't actually see anything.

SIDEBAR: FAHK YOU DERREN BROWN! 1 YOU CAN'T SPELL YOUR NAME CORRECTLY AND 2 THE ONLY PEOPLE WHO FEEL YOU TOUCH THEMSELVES.

*Random visits are permitted at anytime in the aid of saving me from insanity. Women need not apply.

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