Work.

Work. Its probably the most talked about thing, aside from money, in the whole wide world. Basically, work = complaining. I'm no genious, but it doesn't take an expert to figure this out. Complaining is probably humanities biggest problem.

• People who have a job, complain about thier job.
• People who don't have a job, complain about not having a job.

So what do people want? Mad world. What really hits my nerve though, is when people say,

"OH, it's all these immigrants taking our jobs, leaving us decent British folk without jobs".

No. I for one welcome our friends from across the ponds. Immigrants do the jobs that the average British folk won't do, because the pay isn't enough for them. Take working in a KFC for example. The most you'll see in there are teenagers working part time, a middle aged white manager and a bunch of Pakistanis, Indians, Mexicans etc.. Why? Because they'll get paid peanuts and be satisfied with it. The man in the council house down the road, unemployed living off benefits, is sitting there right now, being bitter towards these people who come here for work and do just that, work. What a cop-out.

A wise man once said, "If it's hard to do, it's hardly worth it". Or something like that, I don't know. Welcome to 2010, ask yourself what you're contributing to society.

I work in a chipshop, I contribute to the food industry I think.

This made me laugh. I tried posting my blog to facebook, to show like the 1-2 people who actually read these. The capthca code they gave me was rather unsettling;


I don't know if you can read it, but it's Prefer Men. What?! Huh, random.

My band has a show on Friday in Bridgend Rec. Oh my band? www.momentsfromlanding.blogspot.com / www.facebook.com/mfluk / www.myspace.com/mfluk

Check us out.

Au Revoir kiddota.
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Beards.

Ever since I can remember, I've always wanted to have a beard specifically a 5 o'clock shadow. I don't know why, but they always appealed to me. But now I can actually grow a beard, I shave daily. Why? After my years of, "I can't wait to be a man and have a beard!" I just can't be dealing with it. It's itchy, it's unattractive, it doesn't look good. Maybe it's because I'm still young so it won't grow REALLY thick. Maybe when I'm like 25 I'll grow one.

With a great beard comes great responsibility. I don't think I could live up to that responsibility right now. Give me a few years.

Brad Pitt had a beard, thats pretty cool.

So right now, I'm watching the Wizard of Oz. Ahh nostalgia. But, I'm more amazed that the film was made in 1939 and is in colour. The first colour tv wasn't invented untill atleast the 60's. Good darts film industry. It kinda makes you wonder though, looking back on how advanced effects have become within 70 years, in another 70 years we'll probably be in the films ourselves using magic googles and gloves or something.

Pretty intense stuff. So the wicked witch of the west just walked on screen and a big red puff of smoke disappears her but you can totally see the trap door she falls through. Haha, poor darts.
So Dorothy is off on the yellow brick road in a minute, I give it another 10 minutes before I turn it off.

Chow for now.
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Today's topic - bitches and hoes.

I don't think I've ever talked about sex as much as I did today. Usually the most you'd get out of me is a "thats what she said" joke or perhaps a slight giggle when I take something the wrong way. And that is it. That is my dirty talk for the day. But somehow rapping about bitches and hoes has never appealed to me. Untill I met Morgane.

Let me explain Morgane to you. Morgane is a boy. Morgane is 19. Morgane loves women, more than most men. Morgane is what most teenagers would call a "legend" and I agree. This kid has me laughing untill I can no longer breathe correctly. But, he's rubbed off on me (not literally). I feel the more I'm with him, the more I find myself laughing at boobs or talking about my undying love for Jessica Alba. He has this effect on people, like the time he told me about "two in the pink, one in the stink". Usually I'd be disgusted, if it was anyone else I'd scrunch my face. But it's Morgane, so it's funny.

So back to today, although Morgane wasn't there, I still found that I was getting into the filthy talks much easier. So then this song happened, (http://www.mediafire.com/?3tw4onomly0) - go there and download it. It's hysterical.

The topic at hand is bitches and hoes, which pretty much describes the whole song. If I had to explain it, I'm pretty sure it's about the female anatomy NOT being licked, because it's not nice.
I don't know, I just took part in the singing.

And that was today, my second blog and it's already talking about vaginas, cool beans.


I've been ill lately. Never attempt the Great Milk Challenge, (drinking a gallon of milk in under an hour). It's impossible to not be sick. However, I won.


Here's my winners pose.

Here's my fail moment.


Yeh, for some reason we put food colouring in our milk. This is what milk with red food colouring looks like after its been digested, then un-digested. Or, whatever. Basically it's my vomit, cool!

I have work early tomorrow and I'm so tired I think I could easily sleep till 5pm tomorrow. Bye folks! x

Hello Blogs

It's against my usual matter to write a blog, but Ashley has taken it to far. Slandering me on the MFL blogspot? I'll show him. I guess I should state my name, age, province etc.

I'm Dean, I'm 18, I'm from Kenfig Hill, Bridgend. I go to Bridgend College and study music practise. It's p. cool. I like chocolate milk, all nighters with Marpan, youtube, the occasional bit of pwnage and music. I also like UFC'in Morgane or Ashley if they get on my badside.

Other than that I'm a regular Harry Tuttle, an ill-tempered, heavily-armed heating engineer asking about your ventilation system. Welcome to my blogs, read them or not, I don't really care!

Thanks pals!
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