♥ shhexycorin ♥

A fuckload of beaks. I wish I knew someone who could draw so many beaks.

At last, someone has uncovered the vile truth about Princess Diana’s death. Fuck the inquest crap, they’re still rabbiting on about the paparazzi and car chases. That’s bullshit. The murder was planned years in advance by Morrissey and his band of co-conspirators, The Smiths.

www.dianamystery.com

And then he has the gall to write a fucking album ALL ABOUT his plans to murder the QUEEN of OUR HEARTS? That’s just cruel.

I am outraged by this. I’m definitely writing to my gay MP to demand a full and thorough investigation. I will also boycott the purchase of gladioli until this matter is resolved. I hope you will join me.

Today I was alarmed to read this article about the exponential rise in offensive content on the internet.

I was truly shocked! I’m no prude but I can’t bear the thought of people being BULLIED OFF THE INTERNET BY RUDENESS! We must stop the rot, reclaim the information superhighway for the good, the pure and the chaste.

Fight fire with fire.
Fight fist with fist.
Fight cunt with cunt.

I really don’t care if this a hoax. It’s sexy enough not to matter.

Some bloke in Eastern Europe has massive keratine growths all over his hands, feet and other bits.

They say it makes him look like a hedgehog. I think he looks fungal. In a fucking shhexy way. If anyone has his number, pass it on! Thanks ducks.

I imagine there’s a bucketload of crap on this site, but then I hate films. Having siad that, I find it hard to concentrate on watching the TV these days, so this is a great way to not worry about that… Listen to a Movie - tons of movies, all sound, no distracting pictures.

Favourite so far, with painful childhood zen-charm, A Charlie Brown Christmas. Haven’t found any porn yet, but I’m still looking!

Late to the party as ever, I’ve been getting into Vox recently. As far as I can tell it’s a combination of blogging platform and social network that makes it really easy to talk shite and keep up with what the other gas-baggers you’re interested in are doing. It has oodles of features - lots of privacy options for the paranoid amongst us, you can upload pictures, videos and music, integrate with various sites, includng Flickr.

Anyway, it’s nifty, I think it has real potential. If you want somewhere to blog, you should try it out. Of course, it doesn’t have quite the zen-like charm of Twitter, but that would just be asking too much.

My Vox isn’t used for much other than stalking a few friends and working out what the site can do.

Ah, you’ve got to love the Germans, don’t you? Especially for their incredible skill when it comes to designing cars - they combine excellence in engineering, simplicity, style, mechanical brute force and, yes, even a good deal of that va-va-voom that you might think was the domain of the French but is as German as lederhosen, sauerkraut and being a weird stalker type.

Anyway. This vehicle is the future of modern transport. Trust me, I have a good feeling about it. Though you might want to avoid looking at it if you’re at work.

This is a pretty shhexy video… but the lyrical content is awful! How can she get away with it? I’m writing to my MP to complain.

There’s a new artist in town and he’s quite simply the best poet of the age. His works are devastatingly emotive, using complex symbols and metaphors to convey the anguish of modern existence. His subject matter is diverse, but there is an artistic vision binding the poems together, giving the reader a glimpse of the man behind the words.
His name is SirSandGoblin and his new blog, Poetry of a Rapist, is winning fans all over cyberspace. I’d suggest you start reading him now, so that when the Queen makes him Poet Laureate you can be all smug andsay that you’ve been a fan of his for years.

I love this man. I’d rape him if he’d let me.

Make your porno films on the cheap with this fab toy from Hasbro.

I think I might buy this for Benny the Paedo’s birthday. He’ll love it, he’s a big fan of bukkake. Of course, I prefer bukkate parties.