Idiots Galore

Kottu has been like a pot of old gym socks. Gradually starting to smell more and more as each day passes by. We took a gander at the posts up today and were frankly appalled at what people put out as post worthy.

The old fogey among us has made yet another obvious post. With him we are exposed to either the most inane crap you’ve ever seen, or the most obvious things in life delivered to us on a platter filled out with fart jokes and stroking pets’ genital areas. We’re not sure what customs they would have in London but we’re quite sure grabbing your dog by the family jewels does not figure in the day’s activities of any normal family. But you never knwo with old man RD. At least the cats he has come into contact with know how to react to him. If only they could speak out the words in their heads, which RD has kindly confirmed to us.

The village idiot has posted again but now it is getting old. It’s bullshit generator has gotten old and creaky. Either that or our friend Davy has gone and stuck some plumbago up his ass. “I got raped so I decided to disable comments”. A pat on the back, or other suitable flat surface, to any creature who managed to rape the big blubbering questionmark at an evolutionary dead end that is jarabaraas. We salute your ability to violate a being(loosely) that can utter sentences the likes of “I got my balls kicked by my wife so I decided to invest in property developement”.

The Wankster has made another completely deranged pile of words that a million screaming monkeys could never produce. His sexual frustration is apparent in this post too, as he drags in scantily clad women and ladies washrooms in from all over the place. Somebody please give this guy a handjob. It’s not fightclub, it’s plain retardation. Get an appointment soon, lest you turn into jarabaraas.

Our old friend Indi has stumbled into a fashion show. So in a bid to get people to come see all his other good works and help his political career on it’s way, he has posted a video of it all. You’re doing it wrong sonny, you need a title like “Sexy young things strutting down catwalk” to match. “Colombo stirring” is about as interesting as “A day in the life of Indi’s crotch”. Neither is very happening. Just occasionally lurching ahead if some unreachable object of desire shows up.