Crap Joke Tuesday 168

Before I get into the joke, I’m giving everyone a heads up that I’m taking a break from the internet for a while. Maybe a week or two. I might get some others to do guest posts, but there won’t be anything from me for a bit.

Two blondes were in a bar watching the television when the news came on. It showed a guy on a bridge that was about to jump, obviously suicidal. “I’ll bet you $10 he’ll jump,” said Betty.

“Bet you $10 he won’t,” replied Amber.

Then, the guy on the television closed his eyes and threw himself off the bridge. The second blonde hands the first her money.

“I can’t take your money,” said Betty. “I cheated you. The same story was on the five o’clock news.”

“No, no. Take it,” said Amber. “I saw the five o’clock news too. I just didn’t think the guy was dumb enough to jump again!”

See you maybe in a few weeks.

That’s A Great Price For 12 Pounds Of Nutmeg

Last week I went to Costco for the sole purpose of obtaining a refund on my membership fee.

Most of you fucktards may remember when I wrote about the opening of the first Australian Costco store at Docklands last year – my first (and thankfully) and only foray into liveblogging.

Obviously, that post was written on the opening day of Costco. Since then, I’d say I’ve probably returned maybe 5 times. Each time I’ve become less impressed with what’s on offer, and seriously begun to doubt the long term viability of Costco in this country.

First of all, there’s the membership fee. Australians, as a rule, aren’t accustomed to paying money in order to have the privilege to shop somewhere. And if you think about it, $60 is a fair whack of money when you take into account all that is on offer is a single fairly inconvenient location for the large majority of people, with no announcement of other stores in Melbourne. That said, if one was visiting Costco say once a week or fortnight, and purchasing a sizeable amount of products each time, it’s likely that the annual fee might balance out or pay for itself reasonably quickly.

Then we have the ridiculous membership rules. One cannot simply drop in to browse throughout the store before deciding if they wish to become a member. Instead, that person needs to fill in a form, pay for a membership and receive a membership card in order to peruse the enchanted offerings contained within and decide if they wish to actually continue on as a member. While I will point out that Costco will happily cancel and refund a membership at any point within the year, it’s still ludicrous that someone is expected to go through all that bullshit just to take a look around the place. The question that should be put out there is why Costco make it mandatory for people to obtain a membership just to walk inside. Given that someone isn’t able to purchase something without a membership card anyway, is there really any harm done? No.

Continuing on with the rules, what’s with the fucking doorbitches? The last time I visited, I was denied entry to the warehouse because I had “an incorrect membership card”. After pointing out that it was the same card that had been used numerous times in the past, I was told I was not permitted to enter until I obtained a new card. Further discussion with an equally obnoxious skank at the membership counter revealed that I had to obtain a replacement card which featured my photograph. Furthermore, this was not for negotiation, and I was to have my photograph taken and printed on a new card or I was welcome to rescind my membership on the spot for a full refund. While the temptation to take up the latter was present, I relented and the photograph was taken with a dodgy hand-held webcam and a new card issued. Interestingly, the new card only featured half of my face and in no way is a clear representation of myself.

Laughably, during this process the doorbitch changeover took place. Noting this, I wandered outside and attempted re-entry into the store. I was waved in simply by flashing the front of my card with no check of the photograph that had just been printed on the back. Likewise, when presenting the card at the register the card was only glanced at, again with no check of the photograph on the reverse side.

The last point on the whole stupid rules thing is the requirement to have your receipt examined upon exit. The official reason is so as to ensure that you have all the items that you’ve paid for, but obviously it’s more there to prevent theft and the like, but if you think about it, considering everything is in bulk it’s fucking hard to conceal 48 rolls of toilet paper in your jacket, isn’t it? Plus I also take exception to having someone physically prevent my exit until this receipt examination is carried out.

Simply put: I have selected products I require and paid for them in full. The transaction is complete and there should be no further requirement to interact with the trader thereafter. Furthermore, I have witnessed these receipt nazis inspect smaller purchases as well as purchases involving 3 full trolleys. In both instances, each respective receipt has been given nothing more than a cursory glance before the customer is waved on – proving that it’s pointless attempting enforce this stupid condition.

The Costco website states the following in the FAQ section:

Why am I asked to show my receipts as I exit the warehouse?

Staffing the doors is our most effective method of maintaining accuracy in inventory control. It benefits both us and our members. This practice assists in checking that you received everything you paid for and were not overcharged or our undercharged for any item.

Given that a detailed examination of receipts upon exit is not generally undertaken, and isn’t even considered practical, I seriously fucking doubt that the practice exists in order to ensure that a member was incorrectly charged for an item. And am I really expected to believe that the staff member checking the receipts is familiar with the correct price of every single item available within Costco?

I alluded to this next point briefly in my liveblog post, but I’ll expand on it here: lack of choice.

While I certainly agree that some – if not most – products generally represent excellent value, it does come at a cost. For the most part there is only a single brand to choose from (or, sometimes the Kirkland brand and a name brand side-by-side), and within that single brand only a single variety on offer.

As an example, one might go to Coles to purchase a packet of 2-minute noodles. I’m fucked if I know all of the brands that might be on offer, but we’ll assume there is You’ll Hate Coles, Maggi and Fantastic. Under each of those brands is a selection of different flavours – such as Chicken, Beef, Oriential, etc. Problem with Costco is that there might only be one brand, and furthermore, only one flavour. So you’re pretty much fucked if you don’t like whatever single flavour of 2-min noodles that Costco is offering. I can’t really argue on the point of a lack of brand selection, but limited choice of the range under that brand? Get fucked.

When Costco first arrived in the country, it was heralded as a new era in shopping, and as a serious threat to both Coles and Woolworths. But if one wanted to be a jew thrifty, it’s probably possible to save the same amount of money with bulk purchasing of items from the supermarkets when they are on special.

I’ll be seriously surprised if Costco survive the Australian market. But I’ll be happy if they fuck off altogether.

Crap Joke Tuesday 167

Welp, Tuesday again.

A man bumps into a woman in a hotel lobby and as he does his elbow hits her right on the tit.

The man turns to her and says, “Madam, if your heart is as soft as your breast, I know you’ll forgive me.”

She replies, “If your penis is as hard as your elbow, I’m in room 221.”

So there you go.

This Man Claims To Be An Automatic Teller Machine

So, the Herald Sun are running a story about a fuck up at the ANZ bank:

I’m not going to say anything else other than to call the Herald Sun a pack of useless cunts.

Afterglow: Post Federal Erection 2010 Special

Well, the National Sausage Sizzle Day has come and gone, and people around the country – no matter what their political preference – have come together as one to enjoy a sausage in bread at the local primary school. Some of them even took the time to vote in the Federal Election which was running simultaneously.

The Corporate HQ is located within the seat of Lalor, and it was fairly obvious that it was unlikely that incumbent Julia Gillard would lose the seat to another candidate. That said, given my present disillusion with the Labor party, I was interested to investigate other options for my all-important 1st preference vote.

Not long before the date of the election, I sent off the following letter via post or email to all of the running candidates:

Andy Blume
PO Box 8072
Tarneit, Vic, 3029

Friday, 13th August, 2010

The date of the 2010 Federal Election is fast approaching and I find myself a position where I am unsure where to direct my vote.

Although I have traditionally voted Labor in the past, several recent policy announcements have left me reconsidering my stance.

As such, as a candidate in my electorate, I’m very interested to hear your thoughts on the following:

1. What is your position on internet content filtering?

2. Where do you stand in relation to removing “tax-exempt” status for religious organisations??

3. Do you support changes to existing legislation to allow homosexual couples to marry?

4. Chocolate, strawberry or vanilla?

5. Who would win in a fight between Batman and Superman?

I look forward to your response.

Regards

Andy Blume

As of Friday afternoon prior to the day of the election, I had received a grand total of 0 responses.

Given the lack of interest from the candidates in providing a response, I simply placed the Greens candidate first, the Secular Party candidates second, Independents candidates next, before preferencing Gillard followed by the remaining nutbag party candidates.

However, what I didn’t bank on was receiving a response from one of the Independent candidates this afternoon, two days after the election:

Marc Aussie-Stone
Independent Candidate For Lalor.

SNAIL PO.BOX 185 STRAWBERRY HILLS, SYDNEY, NSW, 2012
MOBILE 0428 600 120.
EMAIL ruralprogress@netscape.net

Hi Anthony,

Two thoughts,

One.

If all Votes took the time that you did to write to Candidates, no matter how smoke screened their letter, we may have better election outcomes.

Second thought.

If only you had been more honest in stating why you were writing, you may have gotten far deeper responses to your leter.

But since you are a strawberry eating, homosexual Batman, seeking to marry your sweetheart Superman, and wanting to form a new, community funded Church called, the “Hey YOu Suckers Don’t You Dare Filter Our Internet Content Church”, I thought I would also direct an alternative, “but unsmoke screened”, intellectual missle at you, and your smirking, lurking, Colleagues.

MY best to all of you.

Sincerely,

Marc.

Yes, he called me Anthony. But addressed the envelope to the “Honorable Andy Blume”.

Enclosed with the above correspondence was a newspaper called “The Paper”, which appeared to be produced by some whackjob church.

Something tells me I should have placed this fucker as my first preference.

If we take a further look at ABC’s Election page, we find out just how fucking retarded this cunt really is:

72 year-old Marc Aussie-stone has been contesting elections since 1972. He forced a change to the Electoral Act in the 1970s, it becoming illegal to nominate for more than one seat after he nominated for eight electorates at the 1975 election. This is his seventh contest against a Prime Minister, having run against William McMahon (Lowe 1972), Gough Whitlam (Werriwa 1975), Bob Hawke (Wills 1990), Paul Keating (Blaxland 1993, 1996) and John Howard (Bennelong 1998). He also contest the Bass by-election in 1975, Blaxland by-election in 1996, Werriwa by-election in 2005, and ran against Joe Hockey in North Sydney at the 2007 election. He states he has contested 19 elections, more than any living Australian.

And, for great justice, there is always his personal website.

This, my friends, is what happens when you allow a brother and sister to have babies.

Crap Joke Tuesday 166

Well, Tuesday. Again.

Julia Gillard goes on a state visit to Israel. While she is on a tour of Jerusalem she suffers a heart attack and dies.

The undertaker tells the Australian diplomats accompanying him “You can have her shipped home for $100,000, or you can bury her here, in the Holy Land, for just $500.”

The diplomats go into a corner and discuss the situation. They come back to the undertaker and tell him they want Gillard shipped home.

The undertaker is puzzled and asks “Why would you spend $100,000 to send her home, when it would be wonderful to be buried here and you would spend only $500? With the money you save you could help pay back some of the deficit, give it to the homeless or help the elderly”.

The head diplomat replied “Long ago a man died here, was buried here, and three days later he rose from the dead. We just can’t take the risk.”

Well there you go.

Or Get The Fuck Out

Perth Now are bringing us a story about some chick from the UK who got her tits out on a bus:

Breastfeeding mum Lauren McKenna told ‘put them away or get off’ bus

A BUS company has been scolded after one its drivers allegedly told a breastfeeding mother to them “put them away or get off”.

Lauren McKenna, 22, was forced to walk more than a kilometre home with her six-week-old baby, D’Marion, after the incident on a bus service in Manchester, northern England, The Daily Mail reported.

“I started to feed D’Marion and like normal I lifted up my jumper, pulled my T-shirt down and put a blanket over his head so nobody could see anything,” she said.

“I noticed the driver kept looking in his mirror at me and turning around and when we got to (local stop) Ancoats he stopped and said, ‘Are you breastfeeding?’

“When I said yes he said, ‘You can’t do that on here’. He said you can either ‘put them away’, which didn’t make sense because he couldn’t see anything, or ‘get off the bus’. I was fuming so I got off the bus.”

Alrighty.

Now, I have no problem with wimmens breastfeeding in public. Two reasons behind this: Firstly, it’s going to get a squawking cuntturd to STFU, and secondly, she’s getting her tits out.

The only issue I have with this story is that she called her fucking cuntspawn D’Marion.

Seriously, D’Marion?

I’d fucking throw her off the planet for that alone if I had my way.

Crap Joke Tuesday 165

Well, it’s Wednesday, and I’m late posting this, but I’m sure it’s still Tuesday somewhere in the world, so fuck you.

A bloke is walking down the street and passes a girl holding a basket of kittens.

“Hello little girl, what do you have there?” he asked.

The girl replied “These are Liberal kittens, mister”.

Amused, the bloke smiled and continued on his way. Several weeks later, he passes the same girl, still holding a basket of kittens.

“How are your Liberal kittens, young lady?” he asked.

“No mister, these are Greens kittens” she said.

Confused, the bloke says “But two weeks ago they were Liberal kittens!”

“Yeah, but two weeks ago their eyes were closed.”

Worth the wait!

And Shove It!

I posted this story from NBC New York on Twitter earlier today, but it’s too awesome NOT to share here:

Flight Attendant at JFK Pulls Emergency Chute, Flies Coop

A flight attendant ran out of patience on a plane that just landed at JFK on Monday afternoon, so he allegedly cursed a blue streak over the p.a. system, grabbed some beers, pulled the emergency chute, slid down and ran from the plane, sources said.

Jet Blue employee Steven Slater, 38, of Belle Harbor, Queens is due to make a first appearance in court today.

He was working on Flight 1052 from Pittsburgh to Kennedy Airport, which landed at around 12 p.m., when he got into a verbal altercation with a passenger, law-enforcement sources said.

Following a heated exchange, the flight attendant told off the entire plane on the public address system, activated an emergency chute near the back of the plane and jumped down the evacuation slide and ran for it.

Slater was later arrested at his home in Belle Harbor by Port Authority officials. Police sources said that when authorities found Slater he seemed to be in the midst having sexual relations.

There’s really not much to say about this, except:

And Make Me A Goddam Sandwich, Bitch

The big story of the day is that of Wendy Francis, a yappy whore from Queensland who somehow escaped from the confines of the kitchen and is running for the Senate:

Family First candidate’s gay Twitter slur

Senate candidate for Family First Wendy Francis yesterday compared legitimising gay marriage to “legalising child abuse”, causing uproar on Twitter and angering the gay rights lobby.

“Children in homosexual relationships are subject to emotional abuse. Legitimising gay marriage is like legalising child abuse,” Francis, Family First’s lead Senate candidate in Queensland, said in a Twitter message which has since been deleted.

Conversely, it might be pertinent to ask if a child’s upbringing based heavily on religion or the church, or perhaps just extreme conservative views – especially if they don’t get a choice in the matter – could also be construed as “abuse”.

For great justice, don’t forget to watch the complete clusterfuck of a “debate” this bitch participated in which aired on Sunrise last week.

What a dumb fucking cunt.