Posts Tagged ‘dumber than a box of rocks’

Musician fail

I’d like to re-introduce you to a man called Fred Durst. You may remember him wearing a red cap, bleating away as the lead singer of the phenomenally awful band, Limp Bizkit. Or maybe you remember him as the man who got pwned by Britney Spears*.

Well, in the recent inaugural annual traditional “Iwilldothatformoney Awards for Dumbasses and Numpties”, we bestowed upon Mr Durst the honour of Worst Ever Guitar Solo Ever.

An honorary achievement award was also given out to every member of the audience who had actually paid money to hear it.

You can watch his stunning effort to single-handedly destroy the eardrums of 1,258 people behind the cut.

Warning: this video might make you vomit a little bit in your mouth.

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Three morose individuals mourn the loss of their hamster

To our loyal 5 fans: we’re sorry. We’ve been busy. But now we are back. With November starting, we shall start with our Mini NaNoWriMo updates. Thank you for still loving us. We love you too.

Except you in the corner.

In honour of it being a super ohmygosh boring Wednesday*, here is something to make you laugh in a burst of wicked schadenfreude. This is a numpty who was clearly inspired by those ultimate-mega-numpties-to-rule-all-numpties on Jackass….

Oh, you noticed this wasn’t anything related to money? Erm. “Hey, I wouldn’t pay a guy to do this.” There we go.

* In fact, it is even a Thursday, which proves my point.

Like Mark Ronson's semi-digested then regurgitated Motown classics? Try this at home, you schmuck.

Special guest contributor Laura has been vying to write something that we wouldn’t instantly send to the recycle bin. Here it finally is.

I’ll start off with something close to my heart. Music. Now rip it out, smash it into smithereens, blend it with coal and salt, then rub it in to my eyes. I’ll be talking about the result.

Mark Ronson.

Recent news from the smug Rah-boy media-type ‘Muzak’ ‘producer’ is that he is doing the same old fucking thing he always does: fuck all. Between excreting soulless rehashed money spinning versions of other people’s hard graft, he occasionally irritates my ears and eyes by appearing on panel shows and ruining them.

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