June 10th, 2011 at 8:45 pm by Stupid Rubbish

Computer people are those unusual pale people who know the kinds of awful sh!t that the rest of us not only don’t understand but genuinely don’t WANT to know because it makes us feel a little bit f*cking sick. Mouth sick.

You know, computer people.

These kinds of people are clearly smart. Clearly intelligent. Clearly capable of remembering loads of hideous computer related bumstuff and making it all work when the rest of us are either utterly, agonisingly bored to f*ck or simply unable to care anymore about what is even happening.

But here’s the thing.

Why is it that they have to be absolutely f*cking unable to communicate with other human beings properly without being total f*cking sponge-gummed weasel-licking tw@tS who pretend to step outside the natural pecking order of the universe in order to show off to people who ALREADY HATE THEM?

And what’s with the white shirts?

And why is it that they can’t keep a f*cking room or even a cupboard tidy or organise their sh!t?

They always try to f*cking TELL YOU OFF when you ask questions that they know the answers to. Am I missing something here?

YOU ARE PAID TO FIX THIS sh!t OR TELL US THE PROBLEM YOU f*ckING PATHETIC MASTURBATING VIRGIN.

It’s like a f*cking sub-human species who spent their formative years firmly rubbing their acorn-shaped cocks against a BBC Micro whilst shouting “Granny’s GARDEN” at the vinegar strokes.

It lives in the basement and it answers my questions…
It makes the computer work and it doesn’t talk to me…
It puts the lotion on it’s skin…
Or it gets the hose.

Or in real terms – act like a c*nt to me again and I’ll pour f*ck-STINGINGLY hot coffee into your top pocket again. Brainf*ck.

3 Responses to “Granny’s Garden.”

  1. Chris says:

    I just searched your blog for “penis” and there’s only one related post. WTF!? :(

  2. Chris says:

    Good Job. *sends link to kids and parents*