Along with people who talk at the cinema…

Your Score: HELL LEVEL 3

Raw score: 100%

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There’s a special place in Hell for you: the basement penthouse.

You scored the nastiest possible score on the Sexual Hell Test. You have no sexual restraint whatsoever. You’ll take pleasure however you can get it, and my guess is you get it a lot. If for some reason you don’t right now, you will soon, as people in your category only tend to spiral down ever deeper into the abyss of carnality and delicious sin. Congratulations.

I, personally, think that this category is the best. Paradoxically enough, sexual liberation and indulgence can only bring you closer to purity.

AVOID: all but level 3 hellions like yourself. You wouldn’t want to ruin anyone, now would you?

Zombie Aficionados

I’m not much of a Zombie aficionado…. for want of a better term.  I don’t seek out zombie movies, don’t participate in zombie walks, never read zombie forums, am definitely not a devotee of zombie porn, have never purchased zombie paraphernalia …..  hell I don’t even ordinarily appreciate a generous blood spatter pattern.

So the entire zombie genre has left me behind somewhat.  Just so I’m not misunderstood here.. I’m quite comfortable and even pleased about this fact.  The thriving zombie industry has never made a dime out of me…  I’ve never purchased zombie movies (though fallen asleep through a few), never bought fake blood or strange zombie related humorous t-shirts or anything!   But finally…  I’ve been sent something zombie related that tickled my funny bone….  Religious Zombies 🙂

zombie humour

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Stuff and nonsense

Went to see the Scared Weird Little Guys last night for Mr K’s birthday.  As everyone knows, I am not normally a fan of musical comedy… most of those bands/comedians? that Mr K loves are just not my thing.  He loves Corky and the Juice Pigs, They Might Be Giants, Doug Anthony Allstars, Weird Al Whatsisname et al…. but I tend to find most of that sort of stuff, a little on the banal side for me .  :S   Generally I like to think I have a different sense of humor to Mr K… rather than his assessment that I have NO sense of humor.   So when I went along last night, my expectations were pretty low I guess, which might be why I found it was better than I was expecting.  I did enjoy some of the music stuff where they were smooshing together the music from one song with the lyrics with another… that was kinda clever and amusing. 

In other nonsense… I saw this article on the BBC website tonight and it tickled my funny bone… I know probably not appropriate to laugh at such things… but I can’t help it!

Pet camel kills Australian woman

Camels in Australia - file photo

Camels were brought to Australia in the 1840s for transportation


A woman in Australia has been killed by her pet camel after the animal may have tried to have sex with her.

The woman was found dead at the family’s sheep and cattle ranch near the town of Mitchell in Queensland. The woman had been given the camel as a 60th birthday present earlier this year because of her love of exotic pets.  The camel was just 10 months old but already weighed 152kg (336lbs) and had come close to suffocating the family’s pet goat on a number of occasions.

On Saturday, the woman apparently became the object of the male camel’s desire.  It knocked her to the ground, lay on top of her and displayed what the police delicately described as possible mating behaviour. “I’d say it’s probably been playing, or it may be even a sexual sort of thing,” the Associated Press news agency quoted Queensland police Detective Senior Constable Craig Gregory as saying. 

Young camels are not normally aggressive but can become more threatening if treated and raised as pets.
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Please pee in the jar.

This little piggy went to market
This little piggy stayed home
This little piggy had roast beef
This little piggy had none
This little piggy went wee, wee, wee, wee – all the way home….

In a slightly inebriated state the other night, I was thinking that this well known reference to the fifth little piggy’s propensity for watersports… perhaps isn’t really something that ought be celebrated in a child’s nursery rhyme.  :S   I mean… what the bloody hell is ‘wee. wee. wee. wee’ing all the way home anyway?  It makes no sense.   Actually on introspection, I think it’s hideously unfair really.  If the fifth little piggy can be out there … well why cant they all? Maybe the thing should be a bit more like –

This little piggy went to Mardi Gras
This little piggy stayed home
This little piggy like butt sex
This little piggy got none
And this little piggy exercised a socially unacceptable predilection for urolagnia all the way home.

Nup.  It’ll never catch on… doesn’t have the same ring to it.
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