Tuesday, September 29, 2009

Ticking off the Tickers

It has been brought to my attention (and verified by statcounter) that Prescotti has tried to spam my blog by using his scoopergen viral email list to promote hate. This act is almost as low as the act of ticking itself.
These tickers are a breed unto themselves. I want to put a cross through every tick they make. To that effect I as a Doctor am performing my duty and qualifying ticking as a disease. Below are the notes from my initial observations;

"Tickers are characterized by qualitative impairment in social interaction, by stereotyped and restricted patterns of behavior, activities and interests, and by no clinically significant delay in cognitive development or general delay in language. Intense preoccupation with a narrow subject, one-sided verbosity, restricted prosody, and physical clumsiness are typical of the condition, but are not required for diagnosis."

If you encounter anyone who you think may be suffering from this 'syndrome' please be careful. I am working on a treatment as we speak and will not rest until I have a cure that is more ethical than a 9mm round to the head. Be alert but not alarmed - some of them are ugly fat bastards who like Nargis Kebabs and have fashioned their hair into a compensator mullet i.e. bald at front, compensating with a ponytail at back. Their own worst nightmare would be to hang out at a Vodka bar with hoards of leery teenagers....

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11 Comments:

Anonymous pint pot paul said...

U really are a lanky piece of piss aren't you? Spend all ur time slagging people off and then run back to oz before u got the kicking you deserve.

September 29, 2009 at 8:27 PM  
Blogger Tim said...

Haha, violence won't get you far. I take it your a ticker and come to the beer diary for help. I am your salvation.

September 29, 2009 at 8:41 PM  
Anonymous malcolm said...

You scoopaphobics make me sick.Get a life instead of this boring twaddle you call a blog.

September 29, 2009 at 9:52 PM  
Blogger Tim said...

scoopaphobic? No not me, I am here to help you people. Get a life? Umm, I am not the guy ticking boxes.....

September 29, 2009 at 10:01 PM  
Blogger Tandleman said...

Glad to see you are attracting such classy readers Timbo. I am afraid I won't raise the level that much except to say I can't imagine you are at all high on Gazza's radar and am surprised that you think he's a man that tries to spam your blog.

In fact I can't imagine he gives a monkey's chuff about you. Doesn't seem his style at all.

September 29, 2009 at 11:08 PM  
Blogger Whorst said...

This is probably my fault. I channeled the demon, Pazuzu directly to the Doctor several weeks ago. Do to his location it apparently took awhile to take hold. What you are seeing now are the initial stages of the complete control of his mind, body and soul. As the possession strengthens, you will probably see him producing albums, recording, and basically going ape shit on anyone or anything that gets his way. I've dealt with this demon before. One only has to listen to the tracks that were recorded by me unconsciously. Word on the streets is that Peter took a giant emotional hit as the demon tried to enter him from the backside. Tracks like "I will imbibe," and "Hess I've Got a Hunch," carried a venom not seen since the middle ages of demon possession. Best to bunk down now, as all hell will be unleashed on the scooper/ticker/beer blogger/beer video review creation.

September 30, 2009 at 12:11 AM  
Blogger Brew Wales said...

Had the misfortune to witness a 'tick' last week as one sad individual drank a cloudy panda pop bottle of some weird beer that was 2 weeks old by the date on the bottle. May have to post the photo I took sometime.

September 30, 2009 at 2:11 AM  
Blogger Gazza Prescott said...

Hello again, Timmy and sonny-boy!

Well, it's been brought to my attention that you've got another picture of me on here. From this I can deduce only one thing, that you find me sexually attractive. This is all well and good but let's just say I'm on the other train! Sorry, cobber, maybe you could grab yerself a sheila around the barbie or whatever it is you do down there? Don't ask me, I've only ever seen home and away and that was a crock of shite.

As for me allegedly spamming via scoopergen, let me explain a few things in words of as few syllables as possible. ScoopERgen is my website (from whence you pilfered that amazingly attractive picture of my and crudely drew a circle on it) - actually, it looks like a child has drawn it, hasn't painshop pro reached Aussie yet, or did you rope in a child to draw it? We'll never know, I suppose. or care.

Scoopgen is the beer scooper's email list and I assume you're referring to that and, obviously, I have no comment other than "maybe". But if you slag off tickers, do you not expect tickers to slag you off in return? If I bleed, do you not bleed? etc.

The quotes you supply are a prime example of Asperger's syndrome which I deal with on my website in some detail. If you'd read that fist it might have saved you some time, all of the ten seconds it must have taken you to come up with this.

And "compensator mullet" - I like that. My hair now has a new name, thanks be upon you sir.

And you've obviously never tried a nargis kebab or you'd be all over 'em like a rash. innit.

September 30, 2009 at 6:15 AM  
Anonymous davie b said...

Ha ha.Little Timmy needs his weirdo big brother to come to his defence.Are you bumming each other or what? And you try to ridicule tickers!

September 30, 2009 at 9:03 AM  
Blogger Tim said...

haha this is hilarious. Gazza, you can take compensator mullet as a compliment

September 30, 2009 at 9:17 AM  
Anonymous Captain Jack said...

"Little Timmy" I like it.Probably a bit close to the crotch,though.

September 30, 2009 at 6:04 PM  

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