In Response To That Rancid Westpac Commercial...

One thing I can't stand is when banks pretend that they are your best mate - the person you can rely on through thick and thin, rather than the bloke that roots your new bride on your wedding day.

Their new commercial is pure bullshit and it offends me to the core. Here is my version of the voice over:

We're the mugger in your alley,
we're the blister on your knob,
we're the nail in your tyre,
we're the cancer in your bones,
we're the termites in your trusses,
we're the cataracts in your eyes,
we're the pothole in your road,
we're the bone in your fish and chips,

Westpac, we're a pack of robbing bastards.

I think it has a more honest appeal than the original.

What do you think?

To The Driver Of The Black Skyline...

To the driver of the black Nissan Skyline that cut us all up on the massive roundabout this afternoon, nearly causing two separate accidents:

I hope you die.

Love,
Superbonus.

Superbonus' Monthly Award For Excellence In Government

This months award goes to the government of Saudi Arabia.

Word has just come through that the Saudi judicial system thought that it might be a good idea to jail AND flog a poor woman for the crime of being, wait for it..... gang raped.

Apparently getting set upon by a pack of rapists is tantamount to adultery in this ridiculous country.

But it gets better.

The hapless criminal has two wonderful things to look forward to. The first is giving birth to one of her rapists rancid spawn. The second is one hundred lashes AFTER she has served a one year jail term.

The best bit though is that not one of the sick bastards who perpetrated this crime was charged!

Clearly trillions of dollars of oil money extorted from an energy hungry world has not furthered the cause of women there or even advanced the country much beyond the 14th century.

Congratulations you nimrods. The trophy is in the mail.

Thought Of The Day...

Is Bob the Builder banging Wendy???

I must know!

My wife thinks something fishy is going on.

A Pair Of Nimrods.

If I have to watch Stephanie Rice and Eamon Sullivan prancing about in their undies once more I might just kill myself.

Ever heard of market saturation you dimwits?