What a mind job.: September 2005

The Science of Good Chocolate

Tuesday, September 27, 2005

Chocolate manufacturers must think we are fucking stupid. They think we don’t know what constitutes good chocolate. Well, not any more. Here, I present a secret. A big fucking secret. Something you shouldn’t know. The three elements that make chocolate good.

1. Cocoa to sugar ratio
2. Quality of ingredients used
3. Absence of colourings and chemicals

Collectively, these factors dictate how chocolate tastes, feels in your mouth, and makes you feel afterwards. Research you may have heard promising that 'chocolate can be beneficial for your health' needs to be clarified. When that story broke out, fat women everywhere started eating chocolate by the trolley-load, feeling liberated in their menstruation-induced chocolate-fury. But, fuck no. That shit is incorrect and out of context. It’s really the COCOA in chocolate that has any healthful effects. The COCOA contains flavonol’s, which are the mystical phytonutrients that prevent oxidation, stimulate your immune system, and fight cancer. So, let’s look at the top 3 and worst 3 chocolates you can eat, based on these criteria.

WORST 3 Chocolates ever

3. Hershey’s. Nasty chocolate that traditionally has some form of peanut in it, which is invariably sourced from the pits of Kazakhstan. Their chocolate is also packed with stabilisers and pesticides, not to mention colourings. The taste is bland and overly sweet (36%), and they add fuck all cocoa (around 18%). Eat one square a year.

2. M&Ms. Cheap chocolate intelligently enclosed in a sugar-shell full of vibrant colourings and pesticides that will make your testicles shrink, breasts sag, and your emotions messy. These traditionally contain more sugar (68%) than cocoa (17%). The ingredients are also super-refined and trans-fatty. Their consistency is a blend between crunchy and sticky, and the crunchy bits tend to stick to your teeth and dislodge in your esophageus, causing internal bleeding. Inappropriately sweet. Steer clear.

1. Cadbury. Cheap chocolate modelled on the worlds best plastic. Enough chemicals, additives, and colourings to cause your intestines to quiver in a rage of constipation, and possibly make you severely depressed. This chocolate has more sugar (73%) than cocoa (14%). It is made from super-refined ingredients which can only be handled bald men in white lab coats. The consistency is more like cooking chocolate, and tends to invade and stick to the teeth. Inappropriately sweet. Throw away, or give away as a present to some dumb whore who hasn’t read this article.

BEST 3 Chocolates ever

3. Guylian Seashells. Oh baby. High-end chocolate, made with relatively fine ingredients that are sourced from the Mediterranean. The hazelnuts are slow-roasted, and the chocolate is made with Belgian milk. The cocoa comes from real cocoa beans sourced from West Africa – the only place it should come from. Traditionally, has a high cocoa content (40%+), no pesticides, and a perfect blend of sweetness (25%) and chocolate to the palate. Fucking delicious.

2. Lindt 70% Cocoa. Almost perfect. Has very little sugar (10%) and a 70% cocoa. This is REAL chocolate, motherfucker. Very few ingredients, but what they use are exceptional in quality, sourced from eastern Europe and west Africa. Absolutely no pesticides, colourings or chemicals. Texture is superb, velvety and intense. 70% west African cocoa gives you the flavonol’s you need to succeed.

1. Lindt 85% Cocoa. Bam. Perfect. Put simply, the best fucking chocolate available on the planet. Only try this if you are as hardcore as me, and are prepared to cope with an energy boost, booming erection, constant smile, white teeth, and fuckloads of dopamine. So little sugar (8%), so much cocoa (85%), no colourings, no pesticides, pure ingredients. Texture is velvety and very intense and dark. This is the chocolate of all chocolates, motherfucker. Eat, and you will get laid, win a million dollars, and be famous. What are you waiting for, you generic asshole?

Who the fuck are you, cockroach?

Leave me a comment, and tell me who the fuck you are, cockroach.

Do it, generic asshole. Leave a comment. Or I will steal your numberplates and drive past your local police station at 280km/h, or 174 mph if you are stupid enough to live in a country that uses mph. Fucker.

Pseudo-intellectual kernal head

Monday, September 26, 2005

What, are you fucking stupid?

Generic asshole.

I'll fucking king hit you with a microphone stand.

4WD owners need to be bashed

Sunday, September 11, 2005

You know, 4WD vehicles are increasingly popular today. But, there are only two types people who own them: 1) those who live in the crevices of a mountain made of stone, dirt, gravel and manure, and 2) those who live in suburbia on perfectly normal, sealed roads.

So, let’s examine the second group more closely. Yes, the sad, insecure cohort of life-rejects who drive big 4WDs in regular suburbs and cities. Here is a consideration of the statistics:

Well, it looks like inner-city 4WD drivers do need to be run off the road and into concrete pylons. Either that, or bashed with high-quality steering wheel locks. They will always remain insecure, intellectually touched assholes that continue to plough through the suburban roads thinking they dominate other traffic, and everything that moves. Yep, who’d a thought buying a 4WD could turn a softcock jerkoff into a real man.

Crazy frog – New age drug dealer

Wednesday, September 07, 2005

Would it surprise you that the crazy frog concept has raked in over $24 million dollars since it began? Absolutely not! Look at the market the creators are exploiting! Teenie dumbfucks … to drill down this demographic more specifically, I suspect they are predominantly female virgins under 15 years of age who own colourful mobile phones. Don’t forget, they have rich parents who will buy these fuckin’ brats anything they whine for.

Now, these fucksticks will consume anything! Anything that is perceived as ‘cool’. They go through stupid phases like wearing g-strings at age 13, getting a tattoo on their ass crack, and wearing ¾ length bike pants. Now they suck up every fuckin’ variation of the original “ding ding” ringtone – which, incidentally, was recorded on a shit microphone by some European heap of shit who decided to imitate a scooter. Now if this doesn’t give you some insight into the intelligence of the creator of the crazy frog, I really don’t know what does. I can see it now! Euro trash creator of crazy frog gets a phone call, “heyy, let’s go out man, big party tonight, pussy everywhere”… to which he replies “nooo man, I’m real busy here, I’m imitating a scooter and recording it on my shitty computer! ding ding!”. You get the idea, what a fucking jerkoff.

Man, this shit is more profitable than drugs or a hardcore mafia business combined. It will soon be worth $100 million. Where else could you make profits like this, with so little effort, and do it legally? This mobile phone craze has to come to an end. Perhaps when these stupid little fucks learn the art of piracy, and learn how to use Bluetooth/wireless/data cables to transfer their own shit and ditch the scamming companies that charge them $5 per gay ringtone.

I hate Kirstie Alley

Tuesday, September 06, 2005

What a fat, sweaty, worthless drug-fucked whore she is. She appears on my TV screen every lunchtime and dinner, screaming out “fat chick” mantra’s while bouncing on a trampoline. She harasses the viewer like a true nutjob with her trademark™ cocaine-induced husky voice.

She raves on about how Jenny Craig allows her to eat “chocolate cake!” and “fettuccini!”. Perhaps that’s the reason why she’s still a fat fuck. There is no doubt she is the mascot for all fat whores the world over, who must feel a jolt of liberation to see a fat woman on TV finally making waves.

In fact, this bitch openly admitted to using cocaine in the 70’s to ‘shed pounds’. It induced hardcore psychosis and paranoia. No shit. Watch her on the Jenny Craig ad’s. She appears to have no greater cognitive functioning than our friend Gilbert Grape - however, to her credit, she may actually be a pretty fuckin’ good actor (anyone in Hollywood looking to cast a psychiatric patient please contact Kirstie Alley's booking agent).

PS: One of Kirstie’s quotes from the 70’s you won’t see on the Jenny Craig website - "One great way to lose weight is to become a hopeless drug addict. I've tried it and it really does work”. Well done Kirstie, you have cemented yourself as the most miserable fat druggie dropkick to have struck a deal with yet another scientifically-warped multinational weight loss company.

How to beat fuel prices

Roof method

Class: 7, Skill required,: 9, Risk assessment: 9.8, Impression: 10.

DIRECTIONS: Pounce on the roof of a passing car. Secure your propeller hat, set it to “fly”. Gain enough momentum before the asshole driving the car gets caught at a red light. Leap into the air before the car loses momentum. You should find yourself gaining altitude rapidly, indicating your propeller hat is fully functional. Steer yourself with skyward head movements. Hover directly above your designated location, remove hat. You may find yourself plummeting at a speed of 2800ft/sec. This is normal. You may report a loss of vision and/or consciousness. This is also normal. You may want to ignore pre-recorded pleas from the hat to “pull up, pull up”. Perfect for making a grand entrance, and impressing that girl you want to fuck in the ass. Just don’t die doing it, idiot.

Refried Beans method:

Class: 5, Skill required,: 3, Risk assessment: 4.5, Impression: 7.

DIRECTIONS: Eat several cans of Refried Beans. Wait for gastic pressure to rise to approx. 400psi/kg. Seat yourself in an assless chair. Take the helm, and fart until you feel the earth, move, under your feet. Soar, up and above, baby. Soar high, and take your chair to the highest of heights.

You may run out of gas needed for your journey. This is normal. Simply steer over Europe, and inhale recycled diesel fuel. If this fails to reignite your gastric flatus, proceed to emergency landing procedure: Land in Afghanistan while screaming out “Allah is great”. Several men in white sheets will break your fall.

Rickshaw method

Class: 10, Skill required,: 0, Risk assessment: 1, Impression: 10.

DIRECTIONS: Eat at various fast food chains until you are 400lbs. Hire a Rickshaw for 8 cents a day. Bounce your fat ass around in an attempt to make the famished driver go insane. Realise, however, that they have been trained to cart around fat, lazy, over-liberated western fucks like you, and will not be phased by any 'whiteguy' stunts you may pull. You may eat gourmet meals while riding in the Rickshaw, however, under no circumstances should you share any portion of your meal with the famished negro that is carting you around town. That would be unethical.

What a mind job.