Archive for May, 2007

Product Manufacturers

Are they having a laugh behind our backs? Are they just all a sick, twisted collective hell bent on ruining our lives just because they can?

I only ask this because I bought a Muller Corner yoghurt thing the other day – you know – the ones which have two compartments – one big one for the yoghurt and one smaller one for the fruit or the chocolate bits or whatever. I’d not eaten one in a while so I was actually looking forward to it. It was an Orange and Chocolate one, though I can’t remember the exact name. All that remained was to peel back the plastic foil lid and I’d be in.

Those who are familiar with yoghurt packaging will be aware that there is usually a slightly larger ‘tab’ in one corner which you simply pull up and peel back along with the rest of the lid. Simple yet effective method – in theory.

In this case however, the tab was stuck to the yoghurt pot. Curses. Ok, I thought to myself, I can handle this, I’m a mature adult. Sorta. So with some effort, I managed to prise the tab up and whilst removing the lid, I started to drool at the thought of being tasting the delicious snack that awaited me inside the pot.

Only, the lid ripped straight down the middle. &*%$!!!! It’s at this point I ask myself the question: Am I just a moron who has suddenly lost the ability to open fruit yoghurt pots? or have the manufacturers done this deliberately in some sort of cost cutting scheme and are at this very moment, laughing as a collective.

They probably go into work every morning and at 9.00am sharp, they all laugh as a collective for a minute before making more useless yoghurt pots.

Seriously though, I never used to have this problem.

Also, why do they have to use stupidly long and unnecessarily complicated model numbers and then laugh at us when we try to remember them?! Not on yoghurt pots, on LCD TV’s. Keep up!

The Story of Mr Bunny

Once upon a time, there was a bunny called Mr Bunny.

One sunny day, he was minding his own business, not doing anything in particular…

Quiet Mr Bunny

…when all of a sudden he was verbally assaulted by none other than Homer J Simpson…

Homer Simpson

…this made Mr Bunny feel a bit sad.

So after getting over the shock of Mr Simpson’s torrent of abuse, Mr Bunny carried on – wondering what to do this fine day. He thought it might be fun to make chocolate moulds of eggs and stuff.

Just as he was about to make a decision, when he was stopped by a one Stewie Griffin. This vile baby spouted yet another torrent of abuse at My Bunny – far worse than Mr Simpson…

Stewie Griffin

…My Bunny had had enough. He couldn’t take it anymore. There was only one way to end this all…

Suicide

…yes, he jumped. He jumped from the nausea inducing heights of the top shelf without a second thought or final word…

Splat

…And that was the end of Mr Bunny. Bullying is bad mmmkay?

Fin.

What Happened to the Seven Ball?

Following on from this post about a radical game of pool I invented, I thought it would be fitting to let people know what actually happened to our dear friend Mr Seven Ball.

First let me start with some background information. Mr Seven Ball was a quiet individual – in fact, he never really spoke at all. He was rather round in appearance, and despite his name and contrary to popular belief, did not have an abnormal number of testicles.

I could beat around the bush and make up all sorts of excuses like: Mr Seven Ball was left out of the game because he was of indeterminate colour and to make it appear that we were not a racist organisation, Mr Eight Ball was used instead.

Alternatively, I could also make up some more garbage like: Mr Seven Ball was on a business trip doing some PR work and Mr Eight Ball stepped in and kindly offered to take his place.

I could make up countless stories write paragraphs of total rubbish that you would never believe, so I shall save us all time and tell the truth. This is the real reason Mr Seven Ball was not present at the game:

He was kidnapped by a terrorist organisation and held to ransom for extortionate sums of money. We refused to give in to their demands to see how far they would go, and it resulted in Mr Seven Ball being packaged into a small wooden crate filled with smoked salmon, shipped off to southern America and put to work as a slave by an international drug baron. He was then tortured and forced to perform unsavoury acts before we were able to locate him and come to his rescue. It was during his absence that the game was played and hence he was unavailable.

I absolutely and positively did not totally forget that the Seven Ball existed and used the eight ball for the game because it looked cooler. Honest. =/