Posted by azngeek at February 7th, 2007

Hay Guys. Post. Post time. Posty post post.

So. Things NOT to do - Lessons Learnt from 2006, another parody conjured up by yours truly. The geek. The azn. The one. The only. The Azngeek. Damn. Anticlimatic? Can I get a hell yeah? No? Too anticlimatic. Damn. Screw you too. (I’m crying myself to sleep now. That’ll make you sorry. Bastards.)So as I was saying. Parody, from me. Funny stuff, some fictional, and some not so fictional, but that’s besides the point. So here’s the lessons learnt from 2006.

Do not text your friend while he’s out with a girl “Hey man. I left my pants in your car.” It doesn’t bode well with the vibe. Fiction? Maybe. Okay fine. It happened. Had a mate. He borrowed a pair of my shorts to play rugby out in the fields out yonder. Because they came to my place before hand, he ended up borrowing a pair of my shorts.(The field was close to my place as well… went for a game of rugby) Mmm. But seriously. IT DOES NOT BODE WELL WITH THE VIBE.

On the bus. Or any public place for that matter. Please. Please for the love of god and all that’s dear, furry, fuzzy, and nipple twistingly pure. Do not. I repeat. Do not shame your descent by having conversations that go like this:


 Asian: Trying to grow a goatee man?
European: Just haven’t shaved for a few days.
Asian: Fuck man. Shaving is a bloody special ocassion for me. I only shave once every few months.


The shame. The cringing. Please. Don’t. If you do. You really are an asshole. You asshole.

Getting “freaky” with it. Not cool. Never was. Grabbing your own crotch and well getting freaky. No no. No no no. I know. When I get my freak on. They cower. In fear. Good when playing an aggresive game like rugby. They all run. Run like little girls away. Away from you. Or they could just get you real bad in a tackle. And spit in your face and ask you to stay down. Whichever. Can’t remember. Damn concussion.

Good guys never get the girl? That’s so untrue. You are a loser. Guess what. Maybe I’m speaking from experience. Losers for the win?

Far out. I’m running out of things to rant about. Just try to guess which parts are fiction. Which aren’t. That would be interesting. Peace out. Azngeek.