If you have never checked out The Phantom of the Office, watch it here and enjoy it. Please.
Anyway, if you don't want to watch it, you're gonna find out about him anyways.
Everybody's favourite College Humor employee is the man they call Phantom; the is the loveless, charred soul of a man who is haplessly in love with Sarah, or as he refers to her as Sah-rah, and who would stop at nothing to get her.
Weird? Yes. Likable? Hell yes! Comic genius? Abso-fucking-lutely! Everything the guy touches turns to gold... or dies. Whatevs!
Anywho, I adore the man with no name. He sort of reminds me of myself. Bumbling around his day life, making quips about some uninteresting stuff and shooting the shit with people who don't want shit shot at them.
Gotta go, my lamb shank is near... Oh, you won't understand the reference!
Bye!
Thursday 20 May 2010
It's been too long baby...
Yeah, so, first of all, hello and welcome... again.
I haven't checked this blog in so long, it's unreal. So much shit has changed in my life, not huge changes, just minimal changes, probably not even changes at all. I grown about 3 inches... in height. I tried but ultimately failed to grow a beard. I still have no girlfriend and I still have my vast majority of friends. Leeds United, finally, got promoted from League 1 after three years and I got hella drunk to celebrate. Uni has finished for the year and now I'm counting down the days 'til I jet off to the good ol' U S of A.
So yeah, that's about it really. I'm gonna try and keep this blog update from now on with all my ramblings from everyday life, like you give a fuck anyway, but yeah, hope you, someone, anyone, out there enjoys it.
Peace outs bros and bitches! Much love xx.
I haven't checked this blog in so long, it's unreal. So much shit has changed in my life, not huge changes, just minimal changes, probably not even changes at all. I grown about 3 inches... in height. I tried but ultimately failed to grow a beard. I still have no girlfriend and I still have my vast majority of friends. Leeds United, finally, got promoted from League 1 after three years and I got hella drunk to celebrate. Uni has finished for the year and now I'm counting down the days 'til I jet off to the good ol' U S of A.
So yeah, that's about it really. I'm gonna try and keep this blog update from now on with all my ramblings from everyday life, like you give a fuck anyway, but yeah, hope you, someone, anyone, out there enjoys it.
Peace outs bros and bitches! Much love xx.
Sunday 21 December 2008
Monday 1 December 2008
John McCririck Jr.
First of all, I must say that I am gutted Leeds lost to Histon yesterday, but hey-ho, that's the F.A. Cup for ya; on the flip-side, I have achieved promotion to the Premier League on Football Manager 2009 and aren't doing so well, so enough of that...
Now to the subject on this entry. Sideburns.
I'm going for some big daddy sideburns, and attempting to emulate the greats, Elvis Presley, Shaft, Bob Dylan, Van Gogh, Noddy Hoddler and of course, John McCririck.
Some say that it looks stupid at the moment, and to some extent I agree, but when these bad boy mutton chops grow, they'll look the shit!
Right, i'm off for a cup of tea and then cracking on with this essay which has got to be in for Friday, and I haven't really go into it.
On a brighter note, Tuesday Standards tomorrow... get on!
Love and Peace xx.
Now to the subject on this entry. Sideburns.
I'm going for some big daddy sideburns, and attempting to emulate the greats, Elvis Presley, Shaft, Bob Dylan, Van Gogh, Noddy Hoddler and of course, John McCririck.
Some say that it looks stupid at the moment, and to some extent I agree, but when these bad boy mutton chops grow, they'll look the shit!
Right, i'm off for a cup of tea and then cracking on with this essay which has got to be in for Friday, and I haven't really go into it.
On a brighter note, Tuesday Standards tomorrow... get on!
Love and Peace xx.
Sunday 30 November 2008
David Vs. Goliath
As I write this, I am currently watching my beloved Leeds United F.C. take on lowly Histon F.C., a part-time club who are sitting pretty at the top of the Blue Square Premier, with a team consisting of plumbers, postmen and teachers. Cup upset anyone?
Now i'm not one to have a go at my team but at present, i'm worried. Jermaine Beckford, the country's leading goalscorer in all divisions so far this season, is out for a month with a snapped Hamstring and our defence is looking very, very ropey.
It's gonna be a fiesty encounter which the whole country will be begging for an upset to be taking place in but I believe we have enough quality to see of these lads 'cause...
WE ARE LEEDS AND WE'RE NOT FAMOUS ANYMORE... But just try telling that to Scum... http://uk.youtube.com/watch?v=y6khLVvtyIE
MARCHING ON TOGETHER!
Now i'm not one to have a go at my team but at present, i'm worried. Jermaine Beckford, the country's leading goalscorer in all divisions so far this season, is out for a month with a snapped Hamstring and our defence is looking very, very ropey.
It's gonna be a fiesty encounter which the whole country will be begging for an upset to be taking place in but I believe we have enough quality to see of these lads 'cause...
WE ARE LEEDS AND WE'RE NOT FAMOUS ANYMORE... But just try telling that to Scum... http://uk.youtube.com/watch?v=y6khLVvtyIE
MARCHING ON TOGETHER!
Saturday 29 November 2008
A Boy Obsessed?
As I sit in my bedroom, writing my first EVER blog entry, I see my Leeds United team sitting in second place in the Coca-Cola Championship, a point off top spot with 5 games still to be played...
A perfect scenario for a football fan to be in wouldn't you say. Promotion to the Premier League on the horizon, money in the bank to spend on world class players and a fan base of 35,000+ roaring the team on every Saturday afternoon. Perfect.
But no, this my friends, is Football Manager 2009 - The game which will make you happy and sad within a matter of minutes (and the game which will inevitably cause me to fail my first year at University).
Granted, I have been playing well, and my team has been playing well to be in such a strong position on the back of promotion from League 1 but do you know how many man hours it has taken me to get this far...?
FIFTY SEVEN AND A HALF HOURS...!
TWO AND A HALF DAYS ALMOST...!
TWO AND A HALF DAYS OF MY LIFE I WILL NEVER GET BACK...! EVER!
Even the game is talking to me, rating my level of addictedness which currently sits at "I'm starting to get into this..."
WTF?! IF THE GAME IS RINGING ALARM BELLS, WHY AREN'T I?
I have an essay due in for next friday, and two exams the week after, which I have no prepared for due to this fuckin' game!
But that's not going to stop me no, I'll probably be up until 5am again playing this stupid game in a bid to see my team get up to the Premiership... not that it matters one bit, 'cause it is FAKE!
Is it an obsession or what?
I don't want to be the guy who sits in this bedroom playing Football Manager 2009, alone, on a Saturday night, and IT IS going to stop... after tonight... and maybe next week... or the week after that.
A perfect scenario for a football fan to be in wouldn't you say. Promotion to the Premier League on the horizon, money in the bank to spend on world class players and a fan base of 35,000+ roaring the team on every Saturday afternoon. Perfect.
But no, this my friends, is Football Manager 2009 - The game which will make you happy and sad within a matter of minutes (and the game which will inevitably cause me to fail my first year at University).
Granted, I have been playing well, and my team has been playing well to be in such a strong position on the back of promotion from League 1 but do you know how many man hours it has taken me to get this far...?
FIFTY SEVEN AND A HALF HOURS...!
TWO AND A HALF DAYS ALMOST...!
TWO AND A HALF DAYS OF MY LIFE I WILL NEVER GET BACK...! EVER!
Even the game is talking to me, rating my level of addictedness which currently sits at "I'm starting to get into this..."
WTF?! IF THE GAME IS RINGING ALARM BELLS, WHY AREN'T I?
I have an essay due in for next friday, and two exams the week after, which I have no prepared for due to this fuckin' game!
But that's not going to stop me no, I'll probably be up until 5am again playing this stupid game in a bid to see my team get up to the Premiership... not that it matters one bit, 'cause it is FAKE!
Is it an obsession or what?
I don't want to be the guy who sits in this bedroom playing Football Manager 2009, alone, on a Saturday night, and IT IS going to stop... after tonight... and maybe next week... or the week after that.
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