June 30, 2010

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Pull the other one, love

For the first time ever playing Modern Warfare 2 online I came first and beat every obese 11 year old who usually sniggers when they stab me in the back.

I called in chopper gunners and stealth bombers and sentry guns and mopped the airport’s floor with them.

To see my name on top of the list along with the cries of said 11 year olds that I’m apparently a faggot and a queer was enough to give me a horn.  Justice.

It was short lived.

Herself let a scream of pain from the bedroom and I found her on the bed.  She’d put her back out.  Last time this happened I had to take her to hospital for more drugs than your average dealer.

Now she’s on the floor in front of me with her feet up on the couch playing air guitar to Train’s Soul Sister.

Typical, just when we had decided to do a spring clean on the house she “accidentally” puts her back out.

I’ll tell you what love, if you’re well enough to swallow Nurofen like they’re Smarties and play air guitar to songs you demand I play on Youtube, you’re well enough to clean the fucking kitchen.

I have more 11 year olds to put manners on.

On the plus side she still says she’s in too much pain to do anything so I can mess with her and stick my willy anywhere I want.

On the down side, who’s going to make me dinner?

June 29, 2010

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All wanked out

I’m a little bit worried.

I just can’t do it.

I think I’ve reached my porn threshold.

It’s been cumming for a while I suppose.  But no amount of porn gives me a horn anymore.  No matter how much Asian lesbian shemale fisting I watch, nothing.

I could watch hours of incestuous twin sister rimming and ne’er a stir.

There was one in particular called “65 guy Creampie” where a woman get tenderised by 65 men who give her a creamy filling.  There was a day when I’d have been stiffer than an invisible pedo in the under 11′s football changing room after that.  But nothing.

I’ve tried not wanking for at least 6 hours, y’know to let the pressure build up.  Didn’t do any good.  I tried watching some bald midget bukkake sessions, but once again nothing.  It’s like my balls have been put on industrial notice by the splooge union.

It’s like my cock has gone anorexic, as opposed to the bulimic nature of gorging on grainy streaming donkey gobbling and then vomiting up the gloopy left overs.

I don’t know what to do.

I might have to get some pills.  I don’t want to get any of those pills that get offered to me through my “dear friend” from China.  I’ll have to go to the doctor.

I wonder how many blokes have gotten Viagra for wanking purposes.

I can just imagine the conversation now…

“Doctor Doctor, I can’t pull me plum anymore”

“Hmm, I see.  When did the problem start?”

“Well when I tried to burp the worm to some Croation OAP strap on love, something just stopped working”

“Wow, really?  That should have had you needing a squeegy for your screen, twice”

“I know.  Now I can’t even get a twinge from the sight of a bald minge”

“Right, we’ll have to sort that out.  Here’s a prescription for some Viagra, and a password to the members area of fritzl’ssecrethomevids.com.  That’ll sort you out.”

“But Doctor, what if it doesn’t?”

“Stop by here next Thursday.  My 17 year old daughter will be here giving my receptionist a hand with some stock taking”

“And?”

“I’ve been hiding her bras since last Monday”

“See you then”

*** *** ***

Actually, you know what?  I think I’ve just gotten myself back into the game.

Now if you’ll excuse me….

Oh, but if you’re having the same problem as me, stay away from a certain “exit” route on this page.

June 29, 2010

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Moral dilemma

To the 3 or so readers that I have left due to the neglect of this here blog, I apologise.  I’ve been a rather lazy fucker of late.  Well, actually I haven’t.

Boob.ie has taken up all of my time.  It’s great though, getting more and more popular each week with visitors and traffic far surpassing what we thought it would at this early stage.

But I am making a vow, Maxi Cane will return to his usual filthy self with regular posting again, for those of you who have missed my shenanigans.

So before I delve into getting this thing going again, I’ll leave you with this quick one….

I don’t think I can wank any more.

May 28, 2010

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Must use brain more

You know when you come up with an idea that you think the world should know about because you think they should already be using it and are stoooopid for not doing it already?

Yeah well I had one of those moments yesterday.

Watching something on the telly and just like George Hook assured me I could, when the phone rang, I paused the live TV.  Then when my call was over, I rewound it a few seconds to pick up where I left off.

Then it hit me.

All of this beautiful technology, but still we can’t do what we really want to do.

I pushed the button hoping it would happen.  It didn’t.

I looked up the instructions but nothing could help.

Time to call the lovely Scottish people in Sky customer service.

Just as my call was being answered I had a crystallising moment that if there was an option to fast forward live TV surely they would have provided it by now.

Still, at least I copped on before I asked them for a time travelling upgrade.

How much for cash?

May 22, 2010

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How much for cash?

I love free and cheap stuff as much as the next person, let me just get that straight at the start.  Having said that I also have a sense of shame believe it or not, I do.  The lengths that people will go to for free stuff actually embarrasses me on their behalf.

Get your car serviced when you’re supposed to?  Probably not.  I do, because I have a fear of being stranded somewhere in the middle of the night and being left at the mercy of my insurance company and whatever yahoo they send out with a tow truck.  At least if it’s serviced there’s less chance of something going wrong.  Or so I’ve heard.

But when ever I go to a garage to get a quote of a service, I ask what’s done, how much it’ll be and how long it’ll take.  That’s all the info I need.

I’ve never gone into a garage and had a conversation like this:

“Howya, looking to book my car in for a service”

“Grand”

“It’s a ’04 Almera, here’s the reg and mileage and everything else you need”

“Grand”

“So, what do you do in a service?”

“Oh the usual, change the things that need to be changed like fluids, filters, spark plugs, bulbs.  Then we’ll check the clutch, timing belt, tyres and make recommendations if something needs to be replaced that would cause more cost.”

“Great, I’ve a budget of about €75″

“Sorry?”

“I was thinking of just spending €75.  The garage down the road will do it for €75″

“You don’t want to get a service done and only be charged €75, they won’t put all the neccessary work into it”

“Right.  Well I want the spark plugs changed, but I don’t want to pay for them”

“Er”

“And I need new wipers, but I’m not paying for something you already have lying around the garage, so I’ll take them for free as well”

“But”

“And I’ve a few bulbs out, but there’s no way I’m paying for them – the garage down the road doesn’t charge for bulbs”

“Hang on, let me get this straight.  You want a FULL service with free bulbs, plugs and wipers for €75?”

“Well if you want the business you have to listen to the market”

“Get the fuck off my property before I get my gun”

You wouldn’t do it either, would you?

Nor would you go to collect your car and then have a shit fit when you see that VAT is added to the bottom of the invoice because you “Weren’t told about that on the phone”, would you?

No you wouldn’t.  Whatever about negotiations, you wouldn’t take the piss.

Behold a conversation I had last week in work.

“Hello *hotel*, Maxi speaking”

“Yes, I have a contract here for my wedding booking next year but I won’t be handing it over with my deposit cheque until I get some details clarified”

“Righto, shoot”

“You say that the tea/coffee, finger food and punch reception is charged per head?”

“That’s correct”

“Yeah, we want that free”

“Remind me how many people your wedding is for?”

“200″

“Right, we can’t offer that complimentary”

“The other hotel does”

“Ok”

“We’ll get back to that.  I want you to drop your prices on everything in the bar for my guests”

“You want us to change every price we have for your wedding day?”

“Correct”

“We can’t do that either”

“We’ll circle back to that.  We don’t like the draught beer you have on offer, so we’d like you to open an account with a different supplier, get the beer in at no cost to us”

“Have you any idea of the logisitcs and cost of setting up accounts and plumbing in a new draught system?”

“No, but that’s not my problem, it’s yours”

“Right, anything else?”

“Our wedding cake”

“Ok?”

“Can your chef provide a wedding cake?”

“It’s not something we usually do, but I’m sure if you speak to him he’ll be more than happy to see what he can do”

“Great, but we’re not paying for it”

“So, just so that I have it right.  You have your date provisionally booked for next year for 200 people.  You want free reception refreshments, cheaper bar prices, a whole different line of draught beers and a free wedding cake?”

“Correct.  Now if this is going to be a problem, I’ll book it with the other hotel”

“Which hotel is the other one?”

” *names hotel* and they said they’d give us all of that free of charge.”

“Right, well we have their packages on file, just like they have ours.  The package they offer that on is twice the price of the package you’ve chosen with us.”

“And?”

“It’s not free at all, you’re paying for everything.  Now we could possibly talk about a discounted room rate for your guests on the night?  We could supply complimentary flowers and chair covers as our gift to you”

“Not good enough”

“Well if you were concerned about the price of our wine you could supply your own and we could look at waiving the corkage charge”

“Still not good enough”

“I see, well you have a think about it and get back to me when you’ve made a choice.”

“So you obviously don’t want our wedding in your hotel?”

Fuck, she’s on to me.

“We’d love to host your wedding here, but the requests you’ve made are a little unrealistic on your package”

“Fine, I’ll be in touch”

And just like that, she was gone.  She had one day left before her provisional booking ran out and she called back two days later.  I told her the date was booked and paid for by another bride to be.  It wasn’t, but if this is the kind of cunt she was going to be before handing over a single penny in deposit, what was she going to be like on the day?

I’ll tell you what, a mega cunt.

Here’s a word of advice to anyone booking any kind of function – yes you can negotiate, but if you take the piss, you won’t get what you’re looking for.  In fact you’ll be lucky to be let in the door of the place.

Why?  You’re more hassle and cost than you’re worth.

Sorry princess, you’re big day will have to be somewhere else, but do let us know which hotel you do get.  I want to drive up and give my deepest sympathies because you’ll probably demand that the staff work for free and that the time of sunset be changed to best suit your arrival for the first dance.

I use the word cunt a bit on this blog, but I think it best describes cunts like this.

Cunts.

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