Showing posts with label stupid australians. Show all posts
Showing posts with label stupid australians. Show all posts

Wednesday, October 29, 2008

Baskin Robbins Ponders Adding Flavor 32: Poo!



You don't know the half of it, picture.

A bitter row has broken out between one of Sydney's largest tourist pubs and a family of five who accused chefs of serving human excrement in their gelato after they complained about noise during a football match.

Ok. I really didn't want to write this because it's so fucking stupid it makes me want to punch myself in the dick but the whole time I read this article, in my head, all I heard was: Domo arigato for this gelato. I'll show myself out, thanks. Anyway, could you imagine serving someone your shit for complaining about noise? I guess that's what you get when you found a continent by filling it with felons.

State government food minister Ian Macdonald confirmed on Wednesday that frozen fecal matter had been found in a serving of chocolate gelato offered to placate pub patron Steve Whyte and his wife Jessica, who became "violently ill" after eating it.

Whoa whoa whoa whoa fucking hold on a minute. Frozen poo? So this was a turd they had in the freezer, for just such an occasion? And no shit [sorry] she got sick after eating it. It was poo! I love the descriptor "violently" while talking about illness. It makes me imagine her simultaneously projectile vomiting and projectile diarrhea-ing and like, knocking people over with the power of the streams. This in turn makes me hungry, which reminds me that it's almost lunch time. Hurray! And if you're the husband, how do you not just like immediately go on a killing spree? They just made your wife eat their shit! I think in situations like this murder is not only justifiable as revenge but also necessary.

"The stench went through my nostrils, I retched and spat it into the napkin," Jessica Whyte told the Daily Telegraph newspaper, recounting what local media are calling "gelati-gate."

Can we please stop calling every fucking controversy "something-gate"? It doesn't make any fucking sense! The name of the goddamn hotel was Watergate. It didn't have anything to do with water? When did this start anyway? It makes me fucking furious. So please stop or I will be forced to continue to sit here being pissed off. And no one wants that, do they? [looks furiously at kewpie dolls on desk while shaking fist] And if you're going to have to call this "something-gate", why would you go with gelati-gate and not like "poo-gate" or like "fro-turd-gate"?

The pub has denied serving excrement to the Whyte's after they complained they were unable to hear a televised football game due to loud music, with both the chef and restaurant manager volunteering for DNA tests to prove their innocence.

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What? DNA tests? Can you do that with poo? Also like how would that prove their innocence? They could have gotten the poo from anywhere and froze it. Some random person could have left a floater and they could have pulled it out and froze it. Your defense is FLAWED sirs! FLAWED!!!

Macdonald said DNA analysis would now be done to determine if the sample was of human or animal origin as police and food authorities investigate the case.

Why does it matter what kind of shit was in the gelato? Isn't that kind of beside the point? My bet is that this Ian Macdonald character wants any reason he can to play with shit. Kinky bastard.

"Obviously, we are keeping an open mind and do not want to pre-empt this investigation in any manner," he said.

Oh ok, so he's decided to just say things. Regardless of whether or not they actually mean anything or don't make any sense whatsoever. Awesome. My kind of guy. Not like that. I mean... shut up!

The eastern Sydney hotel is standing by staff and on Tuesday said its own lab tests on the chocolate gelato tub had found no evidence of contamination.

Like I said earlier, this logic and line of defense is so stupid and flawed its almost not worth addressing. Almost. Just because you found no evidence of poo in the fucking chocolate gelato tub doesn't mean there wasn't frozen poo in their freezer and they didn't put it in this one lady's cup you stupid roofuckers! That's it, I'm done!

Tuesday, September 23, 2008

Do What You Must to the House, Just Let Me POOP, Mr. Piggy!

I think I can safely say we've all had this happen to us at least once in our lives: you befriend a wild pig that's wandered in from a nearby rainforest, and all of a sudden, he's got you trapped in your bedroom while you really need to make a "number two."

Wait, this has never happened to you? Huh.

I guess you need to get out more, or something...

A pig named Bruce held an elderly woman hostage in her home in eastern Australia after she befriended the juvenile swine, which is the size of a Shetland pony.

It never says how they know that his name is Bruce. It doesn't seem like the old lady named him Bruce. I don't think they know his original owners. Name tag, maybe? Maybe an unmistakable "Bruce-ness" to him?

Ms Hayes had even nursed Bruce back from ill health, putting cream onto his infected eye. “When I first saw it, it had 15 ticks in its eyes which I actually took out with tweezers," she told Times Online.

Fucking EW. There's your problem, Ms. Hayes. The second you start creaming into someone's eye and picking ticks off them, you start asking for trouble. Trust me, this happened to me once, only it wasn't a pig it was a homeless dude, and it wasn't cream it was...

I digress...

But by 4am on Monday their friendship had soured when Bruce – a white boar pig weighing approximately 175 pounds (80kg) – began ramming Ms Hayes’s bedroom door, grunting loudly and demanding to be fed.

"Fed," eh? Just speaking from experience, when I'm banging my head against the bedroom door of some unsuspecting chiquita, grunting loudly and making demands, they're generally not for a chicken quesadilla, if ya know what I mean, huh? (nudges) HEH?


He became so aggressive that--

Buttsex. Is what I was referencing before. And why the shit do they keep making out like this pig is a person? How, exactly, was he demanding to be fed? I mean, we can assume that's what he wanted, (because honestly, what the fuck else does a pig do other than eat or get ate) but let's not print speculation as fact, ok?!?!?!1!?

And this...is where the article takes an...interesting turn.


He became so aggressive that the pensioner could not leave her bedroom in order to go to the outside toilet.

Ok, so not totally necessary to mention the fact that she had to use the bathroom (I'm pretty sure the rampaging pig angle could've run on its own), but whatevs, no biggie, just painting a full picture.


“He was head-butting the door really hard, and snorting really loudly,” Ms Hayes said. “But I really needed to go to the toilet so I opened the door and he pushed me so hard I fell over.

That must've been some shit she had to take. I'm sorry but if this


Is outside my door banging like a wild fucker, I'm going to at least consider pooping in the wastepaper basket.

In the melee Bruce bit Ms Hayes’s leg and arm. “I was so scared I stayed in my room for about two hours until I couldn’t wait to go to the toilet anymore.”
Oh my GOD STOP TALKING ABOUT YOUR BOWEL MOVEMENTS!!!

She was finally able to make a run for the lavatory by coaxing the pig outside

(pulls out gun) ONE MORE SHIT REFERENCE AND I EXECUTE EVERY LAST FUCKING ONE OF YOU!

Throughout the next few hours [while Ms Hayes took a MEGAshit] Bruce proceeded to trash her garden, dragging a mattress out of a garage and ripping it to shreds, and also – rather cleverly – rolling up a doormat with its snout.
So it trashes her garden, fucks up her garage, and then...neatly rolls up her doormat? I mean, did Bruce use it to bash in some windows, or was he just like, "Oy mate, someone could trip an' faw ova dese 'ere doormat. 'Emme jis row it up oll nice-like. 'Ere."

Oh, these fuckers are all Aussies. Shoulda mentioned that earlier. Should just go back now and edit it in somewhere. Fuckit.

Neil Hing, a ranger the Rural Lands Protection Boards – a regional animal health and agricultural protection service – is now due to visit Ms Hayes’s property on Wednesday to take Bruce away.
Wait, so they're just going to leave it there until Wednesday? Like, after it tore the shit out of everything, broke into the house AND neatly rolled up a doormat, the Aussie rangers were just like, "well, we'd sure loik ta help ta-noight, but we-ah dealin' with a li'l infestation of Cheggy Wangabunkas (I'm just going to assume there's an Australian animal with that name...I have about a 80% chance of being correct)and we-ah not goin' ta be able ta swing boi til Wednesday 'round tea toim, innit?"

Mr Hing said Bruce...was most likely to end up as bacon. Or perhaps sausages.

I hope that was an actual quote.

“Most pigs at some point in their life end up getting slaughtered, it’s just a way of life,” said Mr Hing, who is a feral pig specialist.

At some point in their life? Um, stop me if I'm wrong here, but isn't it kinda difficult to get slaughtered at any time in your life other than the end? Like are there people out there getting mid-life slaughtered? "Oh I remember when I was a teenager, I got slaughtered once. Times were simpler then."

Oh, and if you're wondering what "feral" pigs are, they're like bad guy pigs. Criminal pigs. Basically...Australian pigs.

Quick comparison: Not feral pig:

Awwwww, cuuuuuute!!!


Feral Pig:

Pedophile.

NOT feral pig:


Wwwwwwwwhimsical!!!


Feral Pig:

Criminal.

Although it is pretty bad that they're just going to kill him without a fair trial. I mean, is he really that dangerous?

“He’s a small male who is not de-sexed so he potentially could get more aggressive, and the risk of disease is high,” he said.
So they left some high-strung, horny feral pig with swine herpes at this little old lady's house?!? Oh yea, Blog-o-verse, she's 63 years old! That's fucked up, nation of Austalia. Fuuucked up.

Ms Hayes said she “hasn’t stopped crying” at the thought of Bruce being put down. “He’s a nuisance but he’s just a cute little Aussie fella.”

Ok, nation of Australia, you're off the hook. Bitch is craaaaaaa-zaaayyy.

And now, for no other reason than the fact that it's Pig Day here at the 'Mauf, a pic of the biggest fucking pig you've ever seen in your life or will ever fucking see in your life orany other combination of the words "big" "see" "life" "fucking" and "pig" you can come up with.
That is all.