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So what do you do for a living jatsman?

"...so much for a morning off then..." Jats wipes the sweat from his brow "...although it seems like there is never a day off now, always working, but not then..." as the adjoining neighbours Leylandis, horrible things, lay all logged up neatly on the floor now as Jats and his next door neighbour appreciate the wealth of light flooding into their gardens, agreeing it was handy them moving out last week then, and so finish seizing the opportunity grabbed with chainsaws in hand that are cooling down on the bench in the glorious sunshine "...though he can keep the wood, I'm more discerning these days...shorts on then, more work to be done then..." as the chameleon knows that a writer is working when he is just staring out of the window you see, as he writes, therefore being a writer then

video rants hey...

"...maybe you should do a video rant about it like Ms Alexandra Wallace did then, not that this is the original that went viral after one or two forums found it, causing the Dean of UCLA to issue a statement that this was not the views of the college, but one of the many copies along with many of the replies, parodies, re-mixes now, and it even made the news too in some states of the yoo s a where Alexandra has since quit UCLA to pursue her modelling career we hear which she seems well qualified for..." as Jats awaits his fifteen minutes of infamy now then too

Jats wrote:

video rants hey...

"...maybe you should do a video rant about it like Ms Alexandra Wallace did then, not that this is the original that went viral after one or two forums found it, causing the Dean of UCLA to issue a statement that this was not the views of the college, but one of the many copies along with many of the replies, parodies, re-mixes now, and it even made the news too in some states of the yoo s a where Alexandra has since quit UCLA to pursue her modelling career we hear which she seems well qualified for..." as Jats awaits his fifteen minutes of infamy now then too

I just saw, like 4 minutes ago, the viral youtube of "Tornado Boy" ...and reminded myself to keep working
on a few "interent characters" I have roughly developed ....LOL


as for the vid you posted, a critique, if you will:

Ummmm, doing porn and car shows is not the same as being a model

Unless she's going for that scandalous 15 minutes as an intern,
I'd say abandoning her Poli-Sci degree was a good call

As an American, I would like to have my name included in the disclaimer

and Jats nips in to see how things are progressing then with a repost, where I hope I have heard this for the last time, though I doubt it...

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no one gives a fuck

and Jats re-appears after enjoying the glorious sunshine here and being busy with JATS "...you would think so by now xxxx, but the numbers keep going up where I am famous for it now, don't you know..." as Jats here is concerned that xxxx is regressing again "...for there has to be something to read now and again from the norm where some of us try to stem the flow with random dashes of intellectualism then, whereas some prefer to be famous for just being fucking annoying, and so the choice is to be an apple, or an orange then...though I think I would rather be the knife myself..." as Jats arches an eyebrow at the view counts now

repost, from a writers site...

Bosey wrote:

Man, you remind me of a time when I was obsessed with using commas. I would also like to say: what?

Jats reappears after being far too busy with JATS and enjoying the weather "...you asked for a Wilde quote. I gave you one and you reply with 'what?'..." making Jats think he may have stumbled onto one of his troll sites by mistake for a second "...and as for the rest, seeing as you insist, welcome to my world now then..." and Jats picks Bosey up by the hair with one hand, his feet with the other, then squashes him flat before rolling him up into a ball in the palm of his hand "...see there are no rules here Bosey, you write as you like..." bouncing Bosey along now with the skill of a Harlem Globetrotter as Jats walks along idly unexplaining further "...commas can come as you please, quotes, ellipses, full stops can go where you like, make words up even, as long as it's consistent..." Jats bounces Bosey on the spot a little and then shoots him deftly into the air where a passing eagle picks him up by one claw and soars him off above the Alaskan mountains for a bit then drops him into the back seat of a passing bi-plane "...See..." Jats screams over the roar of the engine, turning round shoving his face right up to Bosey's rotundity while steering the plane with his left foot "...your readers will get used to it, after post after post, unless they are writers of course, they are the worst, constrained by their convention...well, second to trolls that is..." as Jats sends the plane into a dive straight down into a giant pelicans beak and out through its arse emerging in Regents Park as the Horse Guards passed. "...Taxi..." yells Jats, whereupon an Ice cream truck instantly appears, and Jats helps himself to a couple of Ice creams "...Nuts with that? You must have some nuts Bosey...they are delightful..." Jats murmers, taking a lick, then whispers "...you see Bosey..." still bouncing beside him "...the only thing that can stop you is the limits of your imagination..." and with that Jats kicks Bosey back to his own little world adding "...that was fun. Your turn then..."

and Jats pops in, feeding his addiction, seeing how this re-hab is going in its desperation chuckling as this time of year brings them all out again...a repost then

"...it's surprising how quick the technological wonder goes from a modern miracle to fucking useless pain in the arse that doesn't work in about... thirty minutes, that's usually the cut off point from opening the box and being amazed at this modern miracle quickly followed by 'work you bastard' at the slightest delay to the eventual breakdown..." comments Jats missing his old silent mouse now, that had given up the ghost, where an old spare one fished out from the draw annoys him with every clickety click as Jats types upon his return from the local shop to get bread and milk having been mobbed by Jehovahs witnesses, on the prowl in his town again, and after asking them if he could convert them to Atheism instead Jats looked down at a brainwashed kid of about eight, or ten, standing nervously at her mothers side and said unto her 'hey kid, there is no god' with the hope that one day those few words will set her free from the clean cut paragons of virtue that then scuttled away and had woke him about an hour before by banging on his door at such an ungodly hour in an attempt to spread their message of goodwill 

("...yes, they're trying to save your eternal soul on forumland..." replied the goblin, explaining "...I mean it's hard enough when one is arguing that "it's predestination, not evolution, for everything one see, while then stating it's the opposite, that of free will and not predestination for humans alone", only to now have that confounded by having an internet where it can't be either, neither evolution nor predestination if simply because it is not here anyway, in fact, nothing is here beyond letters and pictures now...")

repost from elsewhere

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"Be careful about attributing madness, goblin," uttered the warchief. "Madness is in every one of us, and it can be like gravity; needing only a little push. MWAHAHAHAHA!"

"...ah yes, one must be mad to write, for sane people neither can nor care to, so the only question that remains is how well does one catch ones madness in ones words, where the writer seems to dance his mind back and forth between those to two states of vision and portrayal, actually it's funny how all one ever gets to see are mere footprints on the page of where his mind has been..."

and so Jats enjoys his madness some more then, the first trick being to admit it, then seeing his thread flick to the top again by it while prompting more frenzied clickety clicking no doubt in the desperation to win while losing sight of the prize "...I love that sound, that click click you hear in the distance, or around a hidden corner where the head automatically turns to see, an ingrained involuntary response now after all those years of training and having to be careful now as son no.2 is spotting me do it laughing at his Dad perving he calls it, though its only perving if she doesn't fancy you I reply, otherwise it's called flirting..." as Jats thinks back now to the one time he tried "...no I don't know how they do it with such poise and elegance tip toeing along in boot and shoe enjoying that feeling of empowerment I'm told, whatever the reasons, I'm just glad they do and can continue to do so if they so choose then..."

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the great thing about golf is the huge number of people you can exclude from the game.

"...very good..." chuckles Jats killing time here waiting for the rain to pass "...no the great thing about golf I recall is, as I said to my eldest son as we followed a four ball around the course of a very exclusive club where I had a free pass, is that the majority of people who play the game day after day, week after week, are fucking useless at it, and no matter how much money they spend on the latest kit, the super clubs and high tech balls that go further than yours, or how much they practice, is that they always will be fucking useless. And so, as we waited again on the tee watching four drives go left and right, they finally let us play through, and after my drive had reached the green in one, my son who was eleven at the time and playing only his second round ever, pinged one straight down the middle of the fairway with his toy club and his beautiful natural swing. 'Thanks guys' I smiled, and we managed to get fifty yards away before bursting out laughing at them, again..."

Jats wrote:

and so Jats enjoys his madness some more then, the first trick being to admit it, then seeing his thread flick to the top again by it while prompting more frenzied clickety clicking no doubt in the desperation to win while losing sight of the prize "...I love that sound, that click click you hear in the distance, or around a hidden corner where the head automatically turns to see, an ingrained involuntary response now after all those years of training and having to be careful now as son no.2 is spotting me do it laughing at his Dad perving he calls it, though its only perving if she doesn't fancy you I reply, otherwise it's called flirting..." as Jats thinks back now to the one time he tried "...no I don't know how they do it with such poise and elegance tip toeing along in boot and shoe enjoying that feeling of empowerment I'm told, whatever the reasons, I'm just glad they do and can continue to do so if they so choose then..."

careful, those are revolution decoy whores



BTW, anyone see the news story last week, where the woman stabbed the guy with her high heel ?
...yep, it happened again
http://www.bing.com/search?q=woman+stabs+man+with+shoe&form=MSNH14&qs=n&sk=

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the great thing about golf is the huge number of people you can exclude from the game.

"...very good..." chuckles Jats killing time here waiting for the rain to pass "...no the great thing about golf I recall is, as I said to my eldest son as we followed a four ball around the course of a very exclusive club where I had a free pass, is that the majority of people who play the game day after day, week after week, are fucking useless at it, and no matter how much money they spend on the latest kit, the super clubs and high tech balls that go further than yours, or how much they practice, is that they always will be fucking useless. And so, as we waited again on the tee watching four drives go left and right, they finally let us play through, and after my drive had reached the green in one, my son who was eleven at the time and playing only his second round ever, pinged one straight down the middle of the fairway with his toy club and his beautiful natural swing. 'Thanks guys' I smiled, and we managed to get fifty yards away before bursting out laughing at them, again..."

Ha ! I don't care how you troll golf, I'm still going to the next Ladie's Night at the Pro Shop... it's only $35
and I get to be hooked up to the simulator and there's free wine and hor'doeurves

"...no you go girl..." Jats smiles at the memory of perfect bottoms wiggling at the tee in those fashionable tight trousers, the pleasant memories of several glorious four balls, being better memories than a round with many of the golf bores, no matter how badly you beat them even "...yes..." thinking back more Jats concludes "...women make the game enjoyable, the way it is supposed to be..." or thinks the chameleon perhaps c/thru wanted this one reposted...

"...It's an odd game golf, I used to be pretty good, single handicap, plenty of hours at the range, a quick nine before or after work, clubs permanently in my boot, the penny bets and constant rounds of one-upmanship with your golfing buds, and the tedious corporate events, but every time I went round the course, there was always that nagging doubt, of the ridiculousness of it all, chasing a little white ball about. The buggies were great fun though, zooming to and fro, but it was all about the wildlife for me though..."

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the post I was about to repost then, the chameleon admits not forgetting tho...

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I'm very much looking forward to the royal wedding on Friday!! Are you getting England ready for all the visitors jats?

"...ah yes the royal wedding..." Jats tuts, enjoying being back to the slot now after the Easter absence and having been expecting this one "...the streets are all decked out in bunting, preparations for the giant street parties have begun, just like the ones when I was kid, jelly and ice-cream for everyone, or so I have heard, so the media tells me so, and for sure there will be some here who will join in the festivities, particularly the plucky old east-enders any excuse for a knees up hey, and an opportunity to fleece the tourists too, but, elsewhere it will just be something on the tv with plenty scorning the sheer waste of it all, though none will match the fuss the Americans are making of the whole blessed affair, and you can even watch it on YouTube...me? I will be ignoring it all as much as possible, though I wish them the best of British of course..."

Jats wrote:

"...no you go girl..." Jats smiles at the memory of perfect bottoms wiggling at the tee in those fashionable tight trousers, the pleasant memories of several glorious four balls, being better memories than a round with many of the golf bores, no matter how badly you beat them even "...yes..." thinking back more Jats concludes "...women make the game enjoyable, the way it is supposed to be..." or thinks the chameleon perhaps c/thru wanted this one reposted...

LOL... I pray it's "as good for you today as it's always been" ~ Hovis

Jats wrote:

"...It's an odd game golf, I used to be pretty good, single handicap, plenty of hours at the range, a quick nine before or after work, clubs permanently in my boot, the penny bets and constant rounds of one-upmanship with your golfing buds, and the tedious corporate events, but every time I went round the course, there was always that nagging doubt, of the ridiculousness of it all, chasing a little white ball about. The buggies were great fun though, zooming to and fro, but it was all about the wildlife for me though..."

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DRESS CODE VIOLATION !!! her knickers are definitely not below the knees

it's still worth the uphill climb for the thrill of the ride downhill thank you, although the hill is not in Yorkshire at all don't ya know...a repost

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Tell the truth, you've been camped out on The Mall since Thursday week... :haha:

Jats tingles all over, sun and nettles, not unpleasant now, akin to being in a hot shower which beckons now "...I am only camped in a dilemma with 'republican' having been tainted by the American version, and so I do wonder at the alternative to this puppet monarchy that we have, that restricts the rise of an el presidente type. I just wish they wouldn't cost so fucking much, let them eat cake I say, though I doubt it will change as the whole thing just proves that the humans can't help their grovelling little selves now can they..."

and another of several, even though I missed it myself too busy being common...

"...well then billions of women saw her fairytale wedding today then, the commoner nabbing her prince..." as the chameleon here wonders how these princes would fair as ordinary men "...where at least it waters down the inbreeding a little as it slips from a show of army nation into reality tv territory now..." and Jats gets the feeling no one is listening again, today of all days, though soldiers on "...for ignoring all the subliminal messages that were served so deliciously today two humans got married and have all that entails before them, while the billions watch on now..." as Jats goes to repost this elsewhere then feeding the distraction

Jats wrote:

and another of several, even though I missed it myself too busy being common...

"...well then billions of women saw her fairytale wedding today then, the commoner nabbing her prince..." as the chameleon here wonders how these princes would fair as ordinary men "...where at least it waters down the inbreeding a little as it slips from a show of army nation into reality tv territory now..." and Jats gets the feeling no one is listening again, today of all days, though soldiers on "...for ignoring all the subliminal messages that were served so deliciously today two humans got married and have all that entails before them, while the billions watch on now..." as Jats goes to repost this elsewhere then feeding the distraction

Kate's mother would have never pimped, I mean, persuaded her to go to that school if William was just a William

"...yes I am sure there is more to this story, where all will be revealed in due course, and where for some it will just be like having their beloved Diana back then, meanwhile it is merely yesterdays news..." as Jats wakes to hear across forum-land of Bin Laden's assassination "...so you got your man then, and as I see the spontaneous celebrations outside the white house and at baseball games I couldn't help cringe a little just as I do every time I see the American flag being burned by some Arab nation at the news of Americans being killed, as there is no difference really, just the flag ..." as Jats checks needlessly to see if the Brits have been joining in with the celebrations while he has been sleeping his cold off most of the day "...will it make a difference other than sate the lust for retribution while the holy war will just wage on with the east on its rise picking up the pieces, and so Gaddafi next then, for there's always another boogey man when the last ones no longer useful..."

Jats wrote:

"...yes I am sure there is more to this story, where all will be revealed in due course, and where for some it will just be like having their beloved Diana back then, meanwhile it is merely yesterdays news..." as Jats wakes to hear across forum-land of Bin Laden's assassination "...so you got your man then, and as I see the spontaneous celebrations outside the white house and at baseball games I couldn't help cringe a little just as I do every time I see the American flag being burned by some Arab nation at the news of Americans being killed, as there is no difference really, just the flag ..." as Jats checks needlessly to see if the Brits have been joining in with the celebrations while he has been sleeping his cold off most of the day "...will it make a difference other than sate the lust for retribution while the holy war will just wage on with the east on its rise picking up the pieces, and so Gaddafi next then, for there's always another boogey man when the last ones no longer useful..."

yes, I am avoiding much of the "breaking news" on the event right now, waitng for the story to get distilled into it's official historical version ....especially trying to avoid all the hateful bantering from the peanut gallery...but then I don't fully understand what the truth is about 911 and did not know any victims personally ...

maybe it's like Hitler & the Holocaust .... the tattooed ones have the best say

Jats watches his youngest play with the dog next door through the kitchen window, a familiar game now as they fight over a prized stick, both baring their teeth growling at each other pulling and tugging where I'm sure the dog is laughing too digging his heels in until the stick is simply released. For a second the dog thinks it has won and prizes the stick between its paws licking it lovingly until he sees a bigger better stick waved above him that is "...well I never..." laughs Jats now "...has KK met his match then, or just another familiar pseudonym, either way, this should be interesting then..."

ah the pretend bad spelling, it's always a give away...

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maybe it's like Hitler & the Holocaust .... the tattooed ones have the best say

"... marvellous line..." smiles Jats doing now what he came here for then "...though is it, for is that not what separates the humans from the other animals, puts them a touch above, the ability to empathise, to understand, perhaps never fully for sure, without walking in those shoes, though all have the imaginative capacity to place themselves in the most harrowing of situations for a fleeting moment shuddering at the thought as we all know what man is capable of...why one only has to spend a little time on the internet to be reminded of it constantly, that animal instinct then..." as Jats toddles off to do something far more interesting then

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( from deleted poster Synapz Guest )check it out playa i got my own message board up and running yesterday, FINALLY

first topic:

http://wakiewakie.me/board/index.php?topic=2.0

"...looks marvellous..." comments Jats returning from it now "...how very magnanimous of you, perhaps I will direct some traffic your way for you to play with other than your self. Who knows you might get known by it then..."

[quote="Synapz"]

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check it out playa i got my own message board up and running yesterday, FINALLY

first topic:

http://wakiewakie.me/board/index.php?topic=2.0

http://wakiewakie.me/board/index.php?topic=2.0

fleamailman, my man,

any final words here?

good job I was in a different time zone then, to get some posts out of it. A repost to mark the occasion and stealing that pic too thank you...

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we got raided .....oooooohhh my..... LSD and I are still trying to figure out exactly who that was ... and which one of us it came for ....LOL

"...well it was either that, or one of the residents had messed up their medication I guessed..." Jats chuckles to himself sipping his morning tea here "...cross me off your list then, they thought I was Flea for some reason. Should have left them to it, though at least it got interesting for a moment..." as Jats wonders how much fun it would have been if they had taken time to hack an admin password and really did have the power of their delusions, as these little conflicts are always much more fun on an even playing field then