And why, for fucks sake, do the fucking automatic toilets in public bathrooms flush themselves, the sinks turn themselves on and off when you wave at them, but then to leave the fucking doors are always bastard well manual so you've then got to grip with your nice clean hand where every fucking scrote with a piss stained mutant claw has rubbed themselves on while trying to operate this hugely complicated door mechanism after the sinks defeated their tiny fucking brains. THIS is why I kick open the fucking bathroom doors.

Fuck it.

On this day in 1996, the fastest recorded High-5 was set in Futtock county, New Hampshire. The two participants were Randy Bucklesham and Andy Twililicker used a pair of Porche 911 sports cars on the old Tweedale Road to climb to 90mph each before leaning out of the drivers window to slap palms.

BAM!

Both arms were ripped off at the shoulder and both cars then flip due to severely distracted drivers. Witnesses explained that although the sound of the High-5 wasn't very loud, what came after was funnier than the time Jethro painted himself green, strapped on a chicken and ran for mayor.

You learn something every day.

Greetings one and all,

Busybusybusy. I'll explain later why and who and when and how, but just accept that I'm busy again, basically cos it's that time of year and stuff is going on. So instead of leaving you in the lurch completely I'll let you ponder the universe at large and make your own conclusions. and here's some places I think you might like.

Firstly games, more specifically eBay. Who wants to buy a Playstation?

Or, if that doesn't tickle your fancy, then how about seeing how much other people, especially your co-workers, suck.

Personally, I like to spend a while every now and then looking at Pictures of walls. But I know not everybody agrees with me.

So there is always the possibility you'd like to piss away a few hours, days and even the rest of your brain with a little site where you get to dress up candybar dolls.

See you on the flipside.