Tuesday, March 28, 2006

The news that broke the internet the other day, brought to you first by TVFR seems also to have broken the bank.

The Sydney Daily Mirror reports Tom (I was a dick for dumping Nic) Cruise has been sighted almost sucking the dick of the new richest man in Australia, James Packer, in a bit to get some funds for the cash-strapped Church of Scientology.

El Graspy Tomaso has suggested James donate his late dad's estate to the church. That's a billion dollars. If it were a billion Polish zlotis, I could understand the size of the request. A billion zlotis wouldn't get you a handjob from a cheap hooker. (Anton told me that.)

So trippy has Cruise become, he has embraced a church which "preaches that alien souls, sent by evil alien lord Xenu, are trapped inside us and have to be removed using an "e-meter"."

I just gotta get me one a them things. Phew, what a bunch of freaks!


Remember we told you about the student unrest in France over the new labour laws enacted there? You don't? Well click here and refresh your 3 minute attention spans, then read on...

The latest developments reported by The Guardian give the impression that whole country is on the verge of civil war.

Civil war in France would be an interesting concept. It's about the only country in the history of the world which hasn't won a war on it's own account. If I were Villepin, I think I'd have pants full of poo by now.

Here's a tip from TVFR, Dominique; repeal the law before they impale you and set your sorry arse on fire a la Joan of Arc.


Just briefly, things in Belarus took a turn for the predictable the other day too. The U.S.M.N.A.(q.v.) is getting on its high horse on the grounds of democracy being abused in that little nation. Here's a tip from TVFR, Mr Lukashenko, quit. Now before they impale you with the stars and stripes and make you listen to Bush sing Somewhere Over the Rainbow in E flat.


Pertinent only to TVFR and it's small but loyal following, Anton was not able to impart his wisdom, observation and razor sharp wit yesterday because of commitments elsewhere. We still love him, obnoxious little show-off that he is. When I sent him my heartfelt compliments yesterday, his reply was unexpected but strangely typical:

"You're proud of me if I take a crap."

I'd be proud if you managed to get it bronzed and put on display in the Smithsonian, other than that, who, but you, gives a shit?