What road? To where? Paved with what?

This is the road to hell. - Chris Rea -

There is in the English language this wonderful expression about the road that leads to hell. They say that it is paved with good intentions. I am a firm believer in this maxim of truth. I think that it is so profound that I almost want to credit it to the likes of one Hermes Trismagustus or Dr. John Dee, maybe even Israel Regardi or Carlos Castenada.  All four brilliant minds. So let’s make them share the credit. It is after all my blog. So on here it is now a reality.

Before we carry on, I must just explain that ‘hell’ in this instance, is not an actual destination. It is the outcome of actions or intentions in a negative sense.

The New Road

My Dearest Readers

I am afraid that I owe you an apology. I have sent you on a roller-coaster ride of expectancies when it came to me blogging regularly. I promised you something that I was not able to deliver. For that I am eternally sorry.

Life has taken some weird and unexpected turns. Yes, Paul and I are still together and still very happy and very much in love, before you start freaking out about that. As a matter of fact, he has been the only constant in my daily life and I cannot imagine what this world was like B.P. (Before Paul) I know that all people probably or rather most people, say that they have the best husband or at least partner in the world, but when it comes to my Paul, I most certainly nabbed the best one. Sorry for the rest of you.

I am Pagan, Psychic.......Crazy?

Recently, someone that I know has come out of Valkenberg Psychiatric Hospital. This blog is not about this person. But the experiences (visiting there) and the research around mental institutions and mental patients that I have done. All this  got me thinking. I am also busy watching a series called ‘United States of Tara’, which is about a woman who suffers from D.I.D. Disassociative Identity Disorder. This is the new term M.P.D. Multiple Personality Disorder.

It got me think because many years ago I spoke to people that has been admitted to psychiatric hospitals and I have spoken to doctors and nurses that has worked with these patients.

First Hatemail for 2014

Good Day Everyone

So as the heading suggests, I have received my first hatemail. My previous hatemail was at least from some chap calling himself Sam.  This one does not give a name. 

Either way, thank you for your comments. My complaints department will be dealing with it and they probably won't be getting back to you.  But I will thank you for the extra traffic that you have generated for me by your clever use of the word 'blok'. Why didn't I think of that?

I won't be commenting on the rest of your post, as I do not really find it comment worthy. Oh hang on, there is one comment I would like to make. 

My face being all over my blog. Yea..........I wouldn't expect Samsung to advertise tomato sauce. 

So people of the page. Without further delay, here is the post of Mr/s Anonymous. 

A Warm Welcome!!

The last year has proven to be a failure of note when it comes my writing. I have not been that inspired to write anything. Which basically translates to nothing much besides for work and NPT has happened. People have not been giving me that much material to write about. I am not sure if I should salute them or fall on my back. For me to say that the esoteric world has been quiet, Jirre that takes doing. Maybe I have just been careful as not to piss anyone off. That could also be.

But it is a new year and a new financial year and I am going to try to commit to writing at least once a week. I promise to try. Yes I am aware of the fact that it is like saying: “It is a definite maybe”. Hey, I have been told that I should have been a politician. Can you imagine. Zeo for President. I don’t think I would get votes.

But truth be told a lot has actually happened. I have just been busy and over whelmed and honestly tired of the public. I wanted my home and my privacy. Maybe I am getting older and wiser or maybe it was just a phase. Or maybe, just maybe, I just ran out of awesome clothes to wear out. Hahahahahaha. Lets go with that one.

For those that are new to my blogg. Welcome. Please do not expect something life changing. Do not expect me to be nice or even civil. If you are affronted by the mere thought of using the F word or the C word or the plethora of colourful metaphors that I use, then maybe you should not be reading this blog.

I have only two rules (for readers) when it comes to the blog.

1.     If you don’t like it, then don’t fucqing read it

2.     If you can take the time to read then you can take the time to leave a comment on the blog itself. Your feedback gives me more ……drive (that is probably the right or nice word to use) to carry on writing.

For those new to the blog let me just explain how I operate. Just so you can’t turn around and say: “But I didn’t know”. For those that know my blog, read through it and laugh and nod while thinking back on previous entries.

1.     I write in Afrikaans and English. But please not that English is my second tale nê. This means that my English spelling and grammar sometimes gives Mel and my sister a stroke. But they have already learned what I am going to teach you now. This is my blog. MINE. So if you don’t like, go buy a fucqing dictionary and read that, as that might be more entertaining to your particular needs.

2.     I write the way that I speak. Exactly the way I speak. I have been told that, that is what makes my stories so entertaining. So when I laugh in real life, I also type Bwhahahahaha or something like that.

3.     I will make fun of you in this blogg. If I know you, at some or other point you will feature. You can either accept that now, or get a stroke when you read about yourself.

4.     After you have had the stroke, please just take it for the fun and entertainment that it is. I wont purposefully go out to make you look like a doos. Unless you have been a doos of course. But then your anger is technically just a reflection of the validity of my blogg.

5.     Just like I have no issue about taking the piss out of you, I have no issue with taking the piss out of myself either.

6.     I have to state the obvious. I do not call a spade a spade. I call a spade a fucqing shovel.

7.     I deliberately spell id F-U-C-Q. The word fuck as you might know is an abbreviation or acronym for ‘Fornication Under Consent of the King’. Due to an incident with a coffee mug I am now affectionately called the Queen of Fucking Everything. Therefore it is under consent of the Queen. Hence FUCQ!

8.     I am gay. This will come out. If you are a good looking guy I will perv and drool. If you don’t want to catch the gay disease then steer clear.  Yes, I know I am married and Paul will perv with me and then we will both drag you to bed. Nothing like a good old threesome to end a long day.

9.     Hahahahahahahahahahahahahaha Sorry I just have to finish laughing over number 7. Oooohhhh okay breathe. Okay that was good. I can be random from time to time

10. If you are gonne get your panties in a knot, I will point and laugh and then write about it.

11. If you send me hate-mail, it will get publishes so we can all laugh about it. As a mater of fact, hate-mail get the most hits. So please send me some.

See taking the piss out of myself 11 years ago.

 

 

12. I do not consider myself a mega star like Dame Edna does. One day when there is fake porn of me on the internet, then I will be a mega star.

13. If you offer a service and I have made use of it, I will write about it. If your service was good you will get a nice review. If you sucked, then you can kiss my lilly white ass and take the kak I am going to write.

14. Keeping point 12 in mind. I am not an advertising agency. I am not going to advertise you because you want me to do it I don’t work like that. You want advertising you will let me make use of your services, yes I wil push to get it for free, or you can pay me to advertise for you.

15. Lastly (they {as in the Council that I belong to} are making me say this), I speak only for myself on this blogg. On this blogg, I do not represent any organization or brand other that myself. Apparently

With all of that out of the way. Lets usher in an new year on this blogg. A year of vulgarity, laughs, cries and fucqing good stories.

For those that missed me, I’M BAAAACCCKKK!!!!!!

For those that hoped I wouldn’t be back, FUCQ YOU!!!!!

And for those that are new, pull up a chair sugar, this shit is about to get real.

xxx

Zeo Goes Cyrus

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Here Comes Mama June

We have a T.V. like most people. We have a dvd player. We have an areal as well. We even have a T.V. License, which is more than what I can say for most of ya’ll. However, and here it gets tricky, the areal is not connected. As a matter of fact it is standing in the kitchen. We don’t watch T.V. at all. We watch Movies and Series, but normal T.V. just doesn’t happen in our house.

Here Comes Honey Boo Boo

The Cookie Monsters (Mel and Mirelle) have DSTV. They have now realized that I live myself into what ever I am watching. This means that the faces that I pull while watching something, is apparently extremely funny. And the more fucqed up the show is, the better are my reactions to it.

For a while now we watch all kinds of stuff. I love ‘Come Dine With Me’ and ‘Hells Kitchen’, well anything with Ramsey in it.  We watched Geordie Shore for a while, but damn those people are fucked up. And then they started talking about 'Banging Birds'. Bwhahahahahaha well Mel said that, that is when you have a pigeon in each hand and you hit them against each other. Bwhahahahahaha.

‘Long Island Medium’ we also watch and the Gypsy shows. But the one show that I really detest ‘Toddlers and Tiaras’, or something like that. I cannot stand how people can subject their small children to the bitchy world of modelling at age 2 or some shit. And these girls become Divas, with their make-up and curling irons and Goddess knows what else.

But branching off from this show is the series called ‘Here Comes Honey Boo Boo’. Now I have to admit that I love watching this show. It is an entirely new level of fucqed up. I watch this show and I cannot stop laughing. Let me just clarify, I don’t visit there too watch the show. But if it is on when we visit there, then we watch it. Before I go further, I realize that these are people with feelings. And it is honestly not that I am trying to insult them but I simply have to explain how I feel about the show.

Mama June, my new Hero

The thing that I laugh about the most is the fact that these people are famous. Clearly, in today’s world you can become famous for any old shit. These people are famous and for what? For being rednecks. Bwhahahahahahahaha. That to me is the funniest. That they can go on international television, talk about the weirdest shit, and people like me cannot stop watching it. The question that begs to be asked is “Who is more fucqed up? The redneck on T.V. or the idiot who loves to watch the show?”

With this particular show, I really don’t like the main character. Honey Boo Boo annoys the shit out of me. A spoilt little brat that gets away with it. She needs a fucqing hiding.

I love Mamma June and Sugar Bear (Mama June I love the most). I only realized yesterday that they are not married. He is her boo. So when I heard she has a boyfriend, I thought she left him and has a new boo. Because I thought he was her husband. Clearly I thought wrong. Please understand that I love watching these people because of their fucqed up quirks. The shit they say and or do, you cannot make that shit up (Thank you Whoopi)

For example, Mama June said: "I haven't worn high heels since the forklift accident." Bwhahahahahahahahaha OMK Bwhahahahahahahaha! How does your mind not go ……….’say what’………….? Of course I am as curious as all hell about exactly what was the Forklift accident. Bwhahahahahahahaha. This is really funny shit.

Oh Oh, how is this. Sugar Bear said: Dancing is all about hand placement.” Bwhahahahahahahahaha. Oh Sweet baby Jesus that is funny. How can you not laugh at that?

"The soup has been cooking for awhile and smells like wet gym shorts."- Mama June, providing an enticing descriptive for her "cabbage soup," an unsuccessful attempt at "healthy" food.

Sugar Bear also said: "When June gets stressed, I let it roll off of me like oil off a duck."

I am on the fucqing floor laughing. Oil off a duck! Bwhahahahahahaha. The poor fucqing duck. Bwhahahahahahahahaha.

Of course I just could not stop laughing at their Family game. Let me explain how it went down.

In “Guess Whose Breath” one player must wear a blindfold while other people breathe upon that player's face. The blindfolded person must then guess who did the breathing, by the smell. According to Chubbs, she only brushes her teeth on "special occasions," so she should have been the easiest to identify. However, Chubbs actually won the game herself, by correctly guessing the breath of each family members. The game made Chickadee, the pregnant one, laugh so hard that she peed on the couch.

Mama June on the Wendy Williams Show

But an article about Mama June would not be complete without her famous Sketti Recipe. So here it is folks. Mama Junes FAMOUS Sketti Recipe! Eat your heart out Martha Stewart.

Ingredients

• 1 Pound spaghetti
• 3/4 Cup ketchup
• 3/4 Cup butter or margarine

Preparation

Step 1:

Boil spaghetti according to packaging directions, or about 20 mins. until it is soft.

Step 2:

Mix butter and ketchup in a bowl and microwave until mixture is melted together. Pour over pasta and serve hot.

Cooking tip:

To see if the "sketti" is done, do as Mama June does: Throw it up on the wall and see if it sticks.

Enjoy your Sketti Everyone

Mwah!