It’s about time we talk about what happens when all these false allegations get our kids into Depp shit Now, before you accuse me of being the kind of post-modern man to write a somewhat satirically slanted critique of radical feminism … Continue reading Dear Radical Feminists, We Need to Talk…
We’ll see about that I didn’t get where I am today without spending hours on end, sitting on my arse, staring out the window. Nor did I get this far by being anything less than a passionate advocate of the … Continue reading My Therapist Reckons I Have a Preoccupation With Vengeance
Warning, this story could bore you to fears As I laid in bed this morning, not knowing what to do with myself, I wondered how is it that in a universe of infinite wonder, we allow ourselves to become so … Continue reading It Bores Me When People Say They’re Bored
A story of sex, drugs and sausage rolls Accordian to rumours some people doubt my ability to open a story with a music-related pun followed by the lyrics of the song ‘Uptown Funk’ all jammed into one opening paragraph. Don’t … Continue reading How Come There’s a Highway to Hell but Only a Stairway to Heaven?
I C U! Rest assured when I say I’m not the kind of writer to wave the world’s worries around willy nilly, nor am I the kind of wordsmith to waste my time with word-play, such shenanigans make no sentence … Continue reading Who’s Been Putting the Panic in Pandemic?
Is this what you get when you cross a joke with a rhetorical question? To those people that accuse me of being a long-haired dirty-footed hippy who’s never more than an arms-length away from a glass of wine, all I … Continue reading About Me — Lee Serpa Azevado
I’d like to come back as a 1970s vacuum cleaner, that way I’ll only be pushed around by women Political correctness has undeniably changed the parameters from which we collectively view the world around us. But, in our quest to … Continue reading Will There Be Political Correctness in Heaven?
Neither is TV, but that’s no excuse to stop throwing them out the window I’m not the kind of writer to make misteaks in a public forum. Such shenanigans are reserved for the likes of rock stars. These depraved degenerates, … Continue reading Sex, Drugs and Rock ’n’ Roll Isn’t What It Used to Be
Living with ‘To Rest Syndrome’ I’m not the kind of writer to throw my weights around willy nilly. Do I do gym puns? No weigh! Nor do I believe making jokes about treadmills will get me anywhere. So basically, if … Continue reading How to Be the Ultimate Slacker
The dos are responsible for all the wars in the world, not the don’ts. Continue reading You Can Take My Humor, but You’ll Never Take My Freedom