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I have a test on tesday i smoked on friday i got a test from the smoke shop that can get it out for a day?
The enclosed article by Jeremy Clarkson was in the Sunday Times but has since been 'pulled' - probably by the subject of the article, Mandelson. So much for free speech. But poor old manglebum fails to appreciate how the blogsphere works and in no time the article finds itself going viral round the world. Wonderful. Enjoy it - and feel free to pass it on if you enjoyed it..... Jeremy Clarkson Sunday Times 8/11/09 I've given the matter a great deal of thought all week, and I'm afraid I've decided that it's no good putting Peter Mandelson in a prison. I'm afraid he will have to be tied to the front of a van and driven round the country until he isn't alive any more. He announced last week that middle-class children will simply not be allowed into the country's top universities even if they have 4,000 A-levels, because all the places will be taken by Albanians and guillemots and whatever other stupid bandwagon the conniving idiot has leapt I hate Peter Mandelson. I hate his fondness for extremely pale blue jeans and I hate that preposterous moustache he used to sport in the days when he didn't bother trying to cover up his left-wing fanaticism. I hate the way he quite literally lords it over us even though he's resigned in disgrace twice, and now holds an important decision-making job for which he was not elected. Mostly, though, I hate him because his one-man war on the bright and the witty and the successful means that half my friends now seem to be taking leave of their senses. There's talk of emigration in the air. It's everywhere I go. Parties. Work. In the supermarket. My daughter is working herself half to death to get good grades at GSCE and can't see the point because she won't be going to university, because she doesn't have a beak or flippers or a qualification in washing windscreens at the lights. She wonders, often, why we don't live in America. Then you have the chaps and chapesses who can't stand the constant raids on their wallets and their privacy. They can't understand why they are taxed at 50% on their income and then taxed again for driving into the nation's capital. They can't understand what happened to the hunt for the weapons of mass destruction. They can't understand anything. They see the Highway Wombles in those brand new 4x4s that they paid for, and they see the M4 bus lane and they see the speed cameras and the community support officers and they see the Albanians stealing their wheelbarrows and nothing can be done because it's racist. And they see Alistair Darling handing over £4,350 of their money to not sort out the banking crisis that he doesn't understand because he's a small-town solicitor, and they see the stupid war on drugs and the war on drink and the war on smoking and the war on hunting and the war on fun and the war on scientists and the obsession with the climate and the price of train fares soaring past £1,000 and the Guardian power-brokers getting uppity about one shot baboon and not uppity at all about all the dead soldiers in Afghanistan, and how they got rid of Blair only to find the lying twerp is now going to come back even more powerful than ever, and they think, “I've had enough of this. I'm off.” It's a lovely idea, to get out of this stupid, Fairtrade, Brown-stained, Mandelson-skewed, equal-opportunities, multicultural, carbon-neutral, trendily left, regionally assembled, big-government, trilingual, mosque-drenched, all-the-pigs-are-equal, property-is-theft hellhole and set up shop somewhere else. But where? You can't go to France because you need to complete 17 forms in triplicate every time you want to build a greenhouse, and you can't go to Switzerland because you will be reported to your neighbours by the police and subsequently shot in the head if you don't sweep your lawn properly, and you can't go to Italy because you'll soon tire of waking up in the morning to find a horse's head in your bed because you forgot to give a man called Don a bundle of used notes for “organising” a plumber. You can't go to Australia because it's full of things that will eat you, you can't go to New Zealand because they don't accept anyone who is more than 40 and you can't go to Monte Carlo because they don't accept anyone who has less than 40 mill. And you can't go to Spain because you're not called Del and you weren't involved in the Walthamstow blag. And you can't go to Germany ... because you just can't. The Caribbean sounds tempting, but there is no work, which means that one day, whether you like it or not, you'll end up like all the other expats, with a nose like a burst beetroot, wondering if it's okay to have a small sharpener at 10 in the morning. And, as I keep explaining to my daughter, we can't go to America because if you catch a cold over there, the health system is designed in such a way that you end up without a house. Or dead. Canada's full of people pretending to be French, South Africa's too risky, Russia's w
Has anyone seen this article in the Sunday Times, no I thought not, well here it is?
I'm a Freshman at A High school in North Westchester, I'm failing but i'm starting to get Honor Roll-ish grades. I'm an athiest/buddhist, and i piss people off alot. i'm really feminine. i wanna go to a college thats fun, a college where i'll need ramen noodles and condoms, where their will be parties, where itll be like it sounds in "i love college" and collegehumor type stuff. like it doesnt have to be out of hand, but i want some partying, lots of friends. i'm hearing that its a catholic school though, and it sounds really topnotch, so i'm worried about it being fucking boring. i wanna be a model/chef/actor, or something fun, and the reason i wanna go to fordham is to have a degree to fall back on incase i cant do something fun, and i can used my degree to get an average job. so does fordham college sound right for someone whos is: -A Fun loving Buddhist type guy who knocks on Catholic/Christianity, -Someone who wants to party, drink, make new friends, and hook-up, and have the time of his life -Someone who will make use of a college shopping list like "Condoms, a laptop, ramen noodles, etc.." I know i might seem like a douchey guy already, but i just wanna have fun. is fordham right for me?
Is Fordham University Right for meee?
I volunteer at a organization that will clean/feed homeless people (15-20 per day). They have limited ability house a few (3 adults in 1 room, 1-2 adults with 1-2 children in the other), but with contacts we can find just about everyone a bed. We used to have a barber volunteer to give out hair cuts on Tuesday afternoons. The man has volunteered less this past year, and hasn't been in at all the past six weeks. He has to hang out at the barber shop and make what he can... We have a lot of people who need hair cuts. I have no license, but can do basic cutting for my family well. Since these are free, do I need a license? These people can't even apply for a job looking the way some do. They can't stay with us forever. Most only come by when they fail... fired, drunk, lose the apartment, etc. We need to get them clean. A lot will at least get temp jobs for Christmas. Thanks for the advice.
Cleaning up the homeless?
so baisically, my boss is a dick and he is going to drug test me. i have promethazine pills due to a kidney stone and my boss will fire me if i fail the test regardless of the fact that the pills are perscribed. i have already been to the smoke shop and bought those drinks that are supposed to clear ur system. but i was just wondering if the promethazine would show up.
will promethazine show up on a drug test?
My mum has gone through so much in her life. Here are a highlights of her life. 1. Her sister died in a car crash when mum was only young. She left behind two children, and was pregnant another. The baby inside the woman servied and was the first australian baby to be born from a dead mother. -The grandparents were ill and the father had re-married. The kids were going to go to foster homes, so my mum as a late teenager moved to the home we still currently live in (shes been here for 30 years)and raised the kids. She had met my dad at that time and he moved with her. My dad was an abusive alcoholic, who unfortunetly would be very violant towards them all. Mum had my sister and I to him. He was also violent towards us. In one of his drunk rants, he burnt down a shed that was once in our backyard. alot of damage was done to our house on his behalf. in 1992, when we're all young, my dad was walking home drunk from a pub and couldnt perseive how fast a car was travelling and he was hit and killed. This was traumatic for all involed. A few years later debt collectors came to my now widdowed mum (single income family) and mum was now reliable to pay off all his debts. a few years after that I was diognosed with epilespy and duplux kidneys. I spent most of my time in hospitals, at neuroligists and with surgeons to fix the problem. (this was between the ages of 5 to 8). This was all fixed due to my mums kind nature and wanting to see me happy that she spent more money then she earnt on making me better. Jenny (one of the three kids mum adopted) was often moving in and out of home whenever her relationships would fail. Another person for mum to take care of. At the age of 13 I was deeply depressed and put in sycology, this again, was paid for by my mum. I became suicidal and developed a drug addiction that caused me to loose a significant amount of weight rapidly and I would run away from home weeks on end. No one ever thought I was going to come good, mum would never give up on me. She got me through it. unforutnely this meant ringing police, arresting me and admitting me to hospital for help. I am not on anti-depressents and still working with my sycologist (still at mums expense) As I had made such a mess of school, they asked me to leave at the end of year 10. My future wasn't looking very bright. I'd picked up a part time job at a coffee shop and had now replaced drugs with alcohol. I was diognosed as an alcoholic (a nightmare as you can imagine for mum). I am now working through this A few years later and Jenny (the middle daughter mentioned earlier) had moved to america with her new husband. mum had taken mortgages out against our home so we could go visit her, TWICE as she had post-natal depression after having her children. We flew over to see her (at mums expense) and had to prepeare ourselves to admit her to hospital. luckly, from the help of mum, Jenny pulled through and being admitted was not needed. She still sends $100s of dollars worth of presents to the family overseas to make them feel like we haven't forgoten them. Mum helped me get into a business college in 2007 so I could do something with my life. She paid for text books, weekly train tickets, uniforms etc all to ensure that I could attend each week. It's the best thing I've ever done for my life. She is now 56 years of age, and all she wants to do is retire. She is still single and can't afford to. She has lived in this same house for 30 years and im sorry to say it but its getting old and run down. We have half an achor of land in the backyard that if i had the money to do it up for her I would. unfortunetly we can't even afford a new lounge that we ever so despritley need. We really live off the bair minimum within this time, although I have put my mum through alot, she has let two of my friends live with us due to domestic problems of their own as she would hate to turn her back on a needing person. thats just the kind of person she is. Pleasssseeee think of my mum, she's the most amazing woman you wil ever meet!
I nominated my mum for domestic blitz - do you think she'll get it? read her story?
There is an individual who has a mental disability who has to have income from the government in the UK (DWP Benefits). But the benefits do not fund enough money to get them a decent property after cuts that had occurred. So they have had to move out of the large property they own, into a smaller one. They suffer from tachy-venricular-arrhythmias (fast irregular heart beats) and do not like enclosed spaces. The heart condition which makes them panic, that feeling is significantly enhanced by enclosed spaces. So when they had to be moved to this small property, they were admitted to the E+R 2 hours later complaining of severe palpitations. Everything that was attempted to deal with their cash flow was undertaken, but this failed; and they were told that they had to get used to this, because this would probably be like this for the foreseeable future (probably the rest of their life). They then were taken to the E+R 14 times in one week; then they were admitted to a psychiatric hospital for a week. When they came back, they had to go to the E+R another 25 times, which was followed a month in the psychiatric hospital. Then they was admitted to the E+R a staggering 176 times in the next month they lived at this house, and they could not go to the psychiatric hospital anymore on the grounds that nothing could be done. They were then found dead in a shopping mall, next to a drinks machine. The autopsy showed that they had died from carcinogenic shock, meaning that their blood pressure decreased until and then their heart rate slowed to zero; which is said to be when the heart is exhausted. What should they have done to prevent this problem? FRANK
Mentally disabled person dies of shock in a house too small?
There is an individual who has a mental disability who has to have income from the government in the UK (DWP Benefits). But the benefits do not fund enough money to get them a decent property after cuts that had occurred. So they have had to move out of the large property they own, into a smaller one. They suffer from tachy-venricular-arrhythmias (fast irregular heart beats) and do not like enclosed spaces. The heart condition which makes them panic, that feeling is significantly enhanced by enclosed spaces. So when they had to be moved to this small property, they were admitted to the E+R 2 hours later complaining of severe palpitations. Everything that was attempted to deal with their cash flow was undertaken, but this failed; and they were told that they had to get used to this, because this would probably be like this for the foreseeable future (probably the rest of their life). They then were taken to the E+R 14 times in one week; then they were admitted to a psychiatric hospital for a week. When they came back, they had to go to the E+R another 25 times, which was followed a month in the psychiatric hospital. Then they was admitted to the E+R a staggering 176 times in the next month they lived at this house, and they could not go to the psychiatric hospital anymore on the grounds that nothing could be done. They were then found dead in a shopping mall, next to a drinks machine. The autopsy showed that they had died from carcinogenic shock, meaning that their blood pressure decreased until and then their heart rate slowed to zero; which is said to be when the heart is exhausted. What should they have done to prevent this problem? FRANK
Death occurs in mentally disabled because thier house is too small?
One night I was working at my job at a bowling alley when a discrepancy between a drunk customer and another server started to get physical. I stepped in to try and figure out what the problem was and mitigate, but in turn the 250 lb 6'4" man choke slammed me, the 5'9"135lb girl. He then ran out with his friend and got away. I was really shocked and upset about it. The assistant manager, general manager and district manager all were standing there and pretty much just asked me if I was ok. I really was not in any condition mentally to continue working. I went to work today and found out that we were secret shopped that night and I failed because I didn't help anyone or take any orders. One part of me doesn't care, but the rest of me screams that I shouldn't be written up because I should have been sent home after being assaulted. what should I do?
I was assaulted at work and was written up indirectly for it. I should be upset right lol?
Im sick and tired of these " if you look under this age we cant serve you". I work in a shop and I have to serve cigarettes ( not alcohol) and I am 17, I have to go though all this bleeding paper work about this bull crap,and sign it ( having not been given a sheet to read and sign I am not legally bound by this contract even tho I should be). Its ridiculous, the shop i work in is busy so I have to serve customers swiftly, and Ive noticed the fake Id's are almost getting fool proof making it harder to check thoroughly, from my experience there is, fake novelty IDs that people can get legally off the internet, which any sales assistant with good eyes can point out a fake a mile away, and there is illegal Id's. You may wonder, " whats the difference?". Well the difference is, novelty Id's are purposely made to look a bit different from real Ids so the company's making them do not get in trouble. But illegal Id's are made underground to look identical to real Id's, where I work a majority of persons use a Old provisional driving licence as ID, the problem is I can take them as ID but they have no hologram, and can be faked easy. Its giving me a head ache and it gives me lots of grief at work. It wastes my time because every refused sale I have to log, write down the time, write down the date, and write down a description of the person and sign it, while there is a massive que of people building and me trying to write it all down when it is still fresh in my mind. All it takes is to let one slip and for me to get caught and im out of a job. This Challenge 25 thing is rubbish, its difficult to tell when someone is actually 18 when they could be 15,16,17,18,19,20,21,22. This whole ID stuff does my brain in because in a shop at the counter there is allot of light and it shows every wrinkle and every imperfection in someones face and it is very hard to tell their age from teens to 30s. I Id'ed some lady today who was 36. Its a bleeding nightmare. Its not like this new scheme is stopping younger people from getting hold of age restricted products all it seems to do is hinder people of legal age on their day to day Business. All they do is get a illegal ID, or borrow a friends ID who looks like them ( the pictures on IDs are so hard to make out properly its laughable, in the past ive used friends IDs and ive never been questioned) or get someone to go in for them. It makes me wonder wouldn't it just be safer in the end for underage persons to buy themselves products in the store rather than mess with dodgy ID salesmen and doge people on the street to buy them stuff. I remember clearly when I was younger how simple it was to get my hands on age restricted items, most the shops then operated on a 21 policy, at the most I recall of 2 refused sales of products. Never did it cross my mind that I would give up and not smoke or drink that day. It spurred me on in a strange way. Even if no shop served me I would of just kept my money and got someone to buy it for me, if that failed I would of kept my money to one side, save it, probably end up with more money for booze and cigarettes then buy a bulk amount when I had the chance leaving me with more booze and cigarettes than I wanted in the 1st place. Also soon we will get a new cigarette counter, meaning cigarettes will be on their front facing forward rather than upright to help stop people smoking, this is beond me, it is an alternative the government have come up with instead of hiding the cigarettes under the counter because the shower of B**terds realised that in 80% of all shops it will be impossible/costly/time wasting to do so, surprise supprise, it will cost money for this new counter which my company needs for new things, also it is going to waste time with me fumbling around trying to find the right cigarettes for customers, bloody nanny state. Should shops and the government just admit it is a loosing game and bring back how it used to be in shops when you could just walk in and if you didn't look over 18 or responsible enough to buy alcohol you would be refused sale? people are probably going to whine at me saying " all these yobs, blah blah blah" and " oh these teen smokers blah blah blah", well before you do, did we have this problem in the past with yobs as bad as we do now? its not the products its peoples attitudes that are causing the problem, and you cant change peoples attitudes with petty new policy's and restrictions. What are your views?
Challange 25 in some shops for age restricted products...ITS A NIGHTMARE!! (uk)?
pleease read me! i have a crush on this guy, we're not heaps close but i see him like every weekend/every second weekend (not planned) and we basically hangout every time. when we first met he wanted me made it really clear but i was into another guy and then i ended it with that guy (lets call him loser) and saw hottie(my crush) like basically right after and yeah it was perfect timing. so this would be like 2 months fast forward and he remembered who i was, where we met everything! and we were pretty much chatting along the whole night, he saw all his friends try and get with me and failing (i rejected everyone that night.) and then at some point i was sitting on the floor(i was drunk) and he was right in front of me, we were looking at eachother and he starts curling his finger and mouthed out "come here" but i didnt. i dont know why. so i saw him that week as our school did the same sport and he promised hed actually participate and show me his skill. he was the first one on and my friend said there was no chance he didnt see me coz he was staring at me and he didnt even notice my friend watching him but he didnt say hi. i kind of rejected him though because he kept trying to bump into me and id just dodge him and pretend like he wasnt there (I AM AN IDIOT) and then i saw him the week after at the shops, i sat down with my friend who was next to him and he like looked away? his friend pointed to him and then me and all his mates were staring at me. they all knew who i was i dont know them and even when his friend said hey to me (im frineds with him) he didnt look at me so yeah i dont get it. my friend said he was looking at me when they were all leaving and saying bye and i saw him looking at my leg but for the most part i was non existant to him or something. whatever, so i went overseas for almost 2 months and saw him the weekend i got back at another party where i was completely wasted. i hung out with him and his friends practically the whole night, when i didnt he would be glancing back at me ever so often and he teased me and flirted heaps it was a good night. at some point he was like okay so youll be on the ground and therell be a massive line of guys waiting for their turn with you blabla and he looked kind of nervous but every time i see him he opens up more and more than before. i saw him the other night at another party and my best friend (well call him meanie) pushed me right into hottie. like i actually fell on him!! it was so embarrassing but he was like smiling at me when i looked up and i was trying to apologise and then my stupid friend pulled me away like he has some mad crush on me its so annoying, so he was like trying to chat with me and hottie just walked off i was liek !!!! and when meanie saw me he always gives me like the fattest biggest hugs ever and i was like omgg im dying! coz he picks me up and squeezes me and then we went off to talk about his girl and hottie was just like glancing back every few seconds haha and then i went into the hall (of the party) and i was with my two friends and they kept saying hes looking hes looking every few seconds and then wed move around and theyd say hes looking for you opp he found you hes looking hes looking and when i walked past him and his friends his friends like nudged him and pointed and then they were all staring it was so embarrassing when we walked past eachother at some point he was pretending not to see me so i nudged him and then he had like some mass smile on and went to hug me but then stopped mid way and was like :o youre not on the ground! (thats like an inside joke he made up) and i was like yeah im sober! balbalba and then we walked away and it was just looking at eachother the whole night. i dont understand. my best friend meanie said hes just shy, hes not the type of guy who would just take advantage of some chick you know and my other friend said he hardly ever goes for chicks and when he does hes really subtle about it i commented him on facebook after the party and this is the convo starts with me to him, ends with me helloooo did you have a good night? i hardly saw you :( ps. I swear I was sober this time!! -haha yeah it was alright hay how was yours it was weird casue your usually like on the floor blind drunk ive never seen the sober side of you. yeah it was okay, it was good while it lasted haha what did you end up doing after ? omg that is so true! but was it a good thing or bad? haha :s x -just went to a mates for a few hours then headed home hay what did you do? haha i went to SOMECAFE, called my mum and she came straight away so i went home. I didnt even get any SOMECAFE :( haha are you going away in the holidays? -haha unlucky yeah im going up to HEY bay with some mates tomorrow actually hbu? ooh sounds heaps mad :) where is that? hhaa nope i am staying home this time. -ahh like near RANDOM bay i think haha aw lucky, have fun and maybe see you when you get back? ha :) x -haha mahaha maybe, but youll probably have gone back to your old ways of being sloshed and lying on the floor. x omgggg I will not! haha I promised my mum I wouldnt drink anymore as a matter of fact so i think you should say goodbye to "on the ground" BLA and say hello to real BLA :) i was talking to my best friend and he said i dont show it at all that im into him so i have to work on that.. my question is more do you think i have a chance? and how should i show him and dont just say tell him coz you know you wouldnt just go up and say it! and i have to take it slow.. yeah i dunno what to do. please help !omfg. whoever just wrote that you are the biggest effing idiot ever. SERIOUSLY I HAD MY HOPES UP AND YOU F&*&*(NG KILLED IT. arghhh stupid bi ch
