Since last post, somebody has left. I cannot remember who, so they must not have been terribly important. Not to suggest any are of any importance anyway. I presume within a month of writing this and the collapse of the Big Brother regime, said person will bring out a fitness dvd and will start dating some badly-dressed, sponging nobody. They'll become a unit and eventually one person, consisting of the prefix of one name and suffix of another. Bringing their total IQ to the sum of 10. Oh, and it's a fact you need fucking 50 to even be able to breathe.
What I find terribly confusing (and misleading!) about Big Brother is the people. They see the same ugly faces every single day, they see the same bioresonate chair everyday, nothing changes and everything is always the same, apart from Big Brother having the ability to control what they wear. Thankfully, Big Brother has them dressing like pricks.
So, in a house SO mundane and tedious, with boredom smeared over everything, like a plague, you would think the housemates would endeavour to entertain themselves (through striking fear of slipping into a coma, or death via boredom). It's certainly what I would do! Entertain myself, or at the least, talk people into doing the most dangerous yet certifyingly entertaining acts. There's a whole myraid of ridiculous acts available. I sympathise Big Brother has ruined their minds, they've lost the ability to think for themselves. Which is why they should strap them to a chair, hold there eyes open with tooth picks and make them watch Dirty Sanchez on re-run. Then we can smuggly sit back and watch these retards run into the diary room door, head first! Or attempt to throw the contents of the house outside of the Big Brother garden perimeter, but because the furniture is obviously heavier than themself, crushes them on the return to the ground. Surely they would entertain themselves, and surely entertain us. But, no.
Instead, let's put the Queen into the house. And, a fake one too. I actually feel sorry for Rodrigo, he must have felt like the biggest cunt. A bit like being in the cinema, walking up to your seat and tripping over. Though, to make it easier on my heart I like to remember Rodrigo isn't in fact real. He's Pinocchio's long lost brother. And presumably, fucking Big Brother voice is the Geppetto.
Lately, there has been more arguing, thank God. It sounds like Halfwit is making it his business to use 'fuck' after every word, but because he speaks so slowly, makes it seem very odd and makes me terribly uncomfortable with his voice. Bea - she is seriously grating now. She, like Halfwit, manages two whole words per minute. And, what is with the word 'negative'. Freddie thinks your negative. Marcus, Siavash and Freddie keep calling me negative. I'm not being negative. You've been very negative. You are emitting negative vibes. Negative negative. Do they think they'll win if they can mention the word negative enough times, it loses meaning?Bea isn't negative!... She's just fucking annoying. And has a face like a maris piper. She keeps banging on about not wanting to talk about an argument between herself and Marcus, so instead of just bitching and shouting about Marcus, she'd rather MOAN about not wanting to TALK about it instead. Yeh, good move, we certainly won't vote you out you pointless, potato-face.
The rest have been doing nothing this week. I think they might have died. Meh, shit happens!
Until next time. Natasha. x
You took the words right out of my mouth.
ReplyDeleteBrilliant made my evening :-)
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