I WON!!!

26 07 2007

I knew I was going to win! I could just feel it.

This morning I get the email from www.national-lottery.co.uk to tell me:

Dear Hoox,
We have some exciting news about the ticket that you bought for the Wednesday 25 July draw. Please Sign In to your Account at the National Lottery website for more details.
Kind Regards
Interactive Customer Care
www.national-lottery.co.uk

My heart started racing. It was incredible! My dreams have come through!

I did as I was told. I logged on to see my new fortunes!

Read it and weep all you poor bastards! I know I did!

Lottery Win

At least the lottery thinks I’m a winner!





Cyanide and Happiness #5 (Shotgun)

26 07 2007

For all those bstards who keep calling shotgun before I get a chance. Ok I may be a bit slow…

Here’s YOUR Cyanide and Happiness:

Cyanide and Happiness shotgun

The History
The history of calling “Shotgun” goes back to the days of covered wagons and the Wild West. On a trip across the plains, the driver of a wagon would hold the reins of his horse team and concentrate on driving. This left him and the occupants of his wagon susceptible to sneak attacks from bandits and thieves. To avoid this atrocious circumstance it became necessary for one person to sit next to the driver with a shotgun and fend off the enemy.

Defending against bandits is no longer the priority of Shotgun however, but it has evolved into a pre-driving ritual that is experienced before almost every car ride across America and even the world. Because of the obvious evolution that has already occurred with Shotgun, we ask you to consider Shotgun as a living entity and be aware that it is always changing for the better good of society.

See http://www.shotgunrules.com/ for all the official lowdown!





Happy Birthday Pops

26 07 2007

Christ and you think YOU are having a bad start to the day???

Firework Cake

I phone Pops, aka Another Hook to wish him happy birthday. What a good, thoughtful, kind, considerate, prodigal son I am! I realised the date yesterday and it suddenly dawned on me, “damn it’s pop’s birthday tomorrow being the 26th”.

This is how the phone call went (roughly)

Pops: (answering cell phone with my name on caller id) Hello Hoox, how are ya?
Hoox : Morning Pops, happy birthday.
Pops: What?
Hoox: (thinking it was a bad line I spoke louder) I said GOOD MORNING POPS HAPPY BIRTHDAY
Pops: Have you lost your mind?
Hoox: Why? What? Huh?
Pops: Cos you are exactly one month late
Hoox: Fuck Me!! Its JULY ALREADY???

The real hum-dinger here is that I actually wished him happy birthday 1 month ago. Damn I really am losing my marbles! I have alzheimer’s at age 32! Wonderful! You know what? I say to hell with it and have another damn good party anyway!

 You gotta LOVE Rock & Roll!

10 kudos points to anyone who can listen to this without at least tapping their foot and wanting to sing along! Be Honest!