Have it cunts
8.12pm Wednesday June 23
Blowins name heads up every comment on every forum topic displayed on the homepage.
Is it any wonder that people get sick of his shtick.
My dog was a complete shit stirer, my biggest worry was that he’d stir a bear up then come running back to me....”thanks little buddy”.
Poor little bugger died of a tiger snake bite back in WA. RIP Winston, never a finer black mongrel. Sorry for my out pouring but that dog was a fucking legend. Even done 6months in Mexico with us.
"Give them an inch an they’ll use it against you."
'Ya fuck one goat', hey Blowie, ya poor old fragile bigot, you?
Beer muscles aren't cutting it...
Pour my heart out about my dog, and nothing.your still obsessed with Blowin facto, I’m sure you secretly want to have sex with him.
I’m with you soggy.
That was straight up disrespectful of facto.
Thanks Soggy, you've just made me shiver...like a shitting dog.
Old Blowhard is one sad and creepy unit. I mean what is it with his strange sexualised nonsense?
"Poor deluded , cum- stain , fuck bag ,pen pushing clown."
RIP Winston. Please don't tell me you named him after THAT Winston (like John Howard's dad did with him)!
Nah, rescue Dog from Hinton AB. Came with that name. Never changed it.
After expressing her view that the Seattle protest zone represented a “summer of love,” Seattle Mayor Jenny Durkan has ordered police to dismantle CHOP following two shootings in the area.
“The continued disorder, the violence, and the impacts on residents and businesses are not just at odds with a message of justice and equity, they cannot continue to occur,” said Durkan. “We are working with the community to bring this to an end. Capitol Hill belongs to everyone in the city.”
"It’s not tall poppy , Indo .
It’s a case of Facto is such a relentlessly, stupidly , irrationally partisan fuckstik that he feels he must oppose anything if the other fake- left hand wringers suggest that it’s “ right wing “ .
Rather than investigate for himself and place faith in his own discernment, he immediately jumps on the bandwagon that it’s unacceptable viewing despite not being able to point to a single opinion of Rogan’s as being unreasonable.
That’s the hallmark of a proper fuckstain , Indo."
I also think it's an old school punk type thing for him, i use to be like that too.
If Rogan was some unknown with 2K views per interview he would love him, but because he is now big, he writes him off.
Ive noticed him do it with lots of things, music is the obvious one that people do it with as i did for a long time, cant like a band once they get popular.
But he does it with other things as well, for instance South Park, i bet he loved it before it got big, but now writes it off, but something like Big Lez Show(which i also dig) gets his tick because its lesser known.
He does it with words too, right onto these cool new words that i assume young kids use now, but you watch six months to a year, he wont use them and will bag you out if you do. (the whatever "Boomer" the whole "grifter" thing two words that come to mind)
in his mind he needs to appear ahead of the curve and cutting edge, but in a punk type way.
I know it well because i use to be exactly the same, only difference was i was in my 20's, ive kind of grown up now, and just judge things on there merit rather than popularity (but its a hard mindset to break, especially wth music, im still held back by it in a sense there)
Edit: ha ha thinking back some of my mindsets were pretty funny, i wouldn't eat Maccas etc because i was anti big business, i remember having to go to Macca's with friends hung over, so hungry so wanting to eat, but id be no im not eating this crap, not supporting big business, have to wait an hour until i get home and eat some crappy sandwich with a few days old bread.
ha ha not always easy being edgy and alternative cool
People don’t have ideas,
ideas have people.
You’re obviously all cat people.
Whats your thoughts on this one Vic Local?
Get told to stay at home and not travel interstate and what do these people do straight away? Wankers.
Glady B dropped the ball with the Ruby Princess and now shes done it again, I cant believe they arnt even testing people flying into Sydney from Melbourne
Come now, no need for the low blow, Soggydog.
RIP Winston. There are few things as rewarding as the unquestioning adoration of man's best mate.
Was reading a biologist recently who said that if we want to make the best choices now, we have to look at the choices our ancestors made and repeat them as they increase the odds of good health.
He was largely speaking about diet and family relationships, but I also note that humans have kept dogs for 50,000 years, that there's no outwardly obvious reason to do so, except that they provide company that humans can't.
I type this as a great ball of blonde fur is curled up fast asleep against my legs. When he wakes up I'll warn him about snakes.
Agree Mike Hunt.
I saw some interesting stats re transport in Melbourne vs Sydney. Melbourne is only at 66% of base line journeys. Sydney is at 88%.
The increased numbers in Victoria are largely centred around a few big families, so while Melbournians are behaving better than Sydneysiders on average, the stupidity of a few families can really blow out the figures.
If I was Gladys, I'd stop the flights. Airlines don't take note of the home postcodes of passengers, and if people have caught Covid 19 in Victoria due to their poor hygiene and lack of social distancing, it's not like they will suddenly become sensible in NSW.
Our local caravan parks have just announced they won't be hosting people from the 6 Melbourne shires where there are hotspots.
Can you warn my dog to stop eating the cat shit out of the litter tray while you're at it Stu.
Do you use that for warming your hands as well?
I’ve got a great dog story to go with Stu’s post.
Again back in the “Great White North” I was having a beer at a mates on the front stoop.
There where a few people around and I struck up a conversation with a guy staying next door. He was a surveyor for a tree planting company and he was taking a break , visiting friends on what he told me was stress leave.
His story was that whilst out doing his job in a quite remote location,which he had arrived at with his dog by 4 wheel motorcycle, he had set up and was concentrating on what he was doing when there was a sudden crashing of bush and scrub from behind him.
As he wheeled around he watched as large black bear charged at him from not very far away, at the same time his heroic mutt who was more aware of the impending danger charged the bear, heading it off and taking the brunt of the attack. My new drinking buddy then explained how the dog put up just enough fight to allow him timeto scurry up the nearest tree. The dog got fucked up by the bear and the bear moved onto the tree planter climbing up the tree in pursuit.
The tree planter then explained that the gum boots he was wearing where the second life saver in his story. As the bear climbed up behind him he was able to kick it in the face but the bear obviously being the hungrier of the two was able to bight onto the sole of the boot, but in its attempt to pull him out of the tree it just pulled the gum boot down but not old mate. The bear would realise there was no foot coming with it, release it’s grip and go for a better hold, giving the tree planter a chance to pull up his boot and give it a few more kicks In the face. He explained that this went on for quite some time. Grab slowly pull the boot,release, get kicked a few time’s,repeat. Eventually the bear decided that trying to pull him out of the tree wasn’t working but he’d eventually have to come down sooner or later so remained around the bottom of the tree.
The bear, needed to have a little nap after expending a lot of energy in the initial attack while the tree planter bided his time all the while seeing that his chance for escape was while the bear appeared to be asleep near by.
Needing to get out he explained that he pretty much jumped out of the tree scooped up his dog jumped on the quad and got the fuck out of dodge before the bear could react.
I was blown away.
The next day Winston and I where back at my mates place waiting out the front for him to go mountain biking with us. From the house next door appeared the tree planter then very gingerly his scrappy little mutt. The dog was a fucking mess, stitches all over it’s body like....... well like it had been fully mauled by a bear. There was no reason to disbelieve anything the tree planter had recounted no matter how many hot ones or cold ones we’d consumed
That dog saved his life and it was a scrappy little mutt, with like most dogs, Big balls and unconditional love for his mate.
That’s my story, go pat you’re dog, maybe take him for a walk without a leash, he’s your mate not an ornament
Sorry to hear about Winston Soggydog. RIP little fella. Amazing bear story BTW. One of the hardest things I’ve had to do was make the call to have my dog put down, then drive him down south to my oldies bush block (he loved it there) then bury him in a special place . Have since got another very loyal mate, female this time & she is such a great companion! No roaming cats in our backyard either, just birds & other wonderful creatures....
Cheers Info. Another interesting insight...into YOUR mindset.
Jeez, you Rogan bogan's are worse than Oprah's apposite gang.
No disrespecting Supreme Leader™!
Same demographic, age wise?
As I said to Velocity Johnno, he's the Alpha Oprah!
Where is VJ, BTW? Trust he's OK.
(ps South Park has always been toss...and McDonalds IS cancer!)
Cool story, Soggy.
It'd be cool to have a dog called Winston, just so you could use this endlessly, I reckon.
Rabbits68 gotta agree with you. Lots of hard obstacles in life but being with your dog at the end, is by a country mile, the hardest thing to do. We had an Australian Terrier put down a few years ago. Long story short they started the process but couldn't find decent veins so she was half under when the vet told us to leave. That was the most traumatic experience of my life and still haunts me today. As happens in life with ups and downs we now have an 18 month old Airedale Terrier who basically rules our life.
Hey everyone, over here! We’re telling dog stories, no smack, just good dog stories for the rest of the the day. “Have it $&@“‘s”
'Man reluctantly gets into pond'
Man reluctantly gets into pond. pic.twitter.com/1YVaWitfMz
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Who's a bad boy...
"Do you use that for warming your hands as well?"
Nup, usually stone cold by the time i get to them. But the cats? All the time. We have 4 cats and 2 dogs.
BTW, that vid above is gold. So funny.
Great story soggy.
Ours are rescues. One was dumped (Brittany Spaniel) and we adopted him. Thick as two short planks but he's a gentle, sweet dope and the other is an older dog we saved from a puppy farm (Mini-Schnauzer). To say she led a tragic life is an understatment. Fuckers knobbled her so she can't jump and her vocal chords have been cut so she can't bark. Spent 10 years in a box, never walked, bathed or felt human kindness. She's petrified of human hands except me and my wife. Man, is she making up for lost love now. Nothing our two like more than a walk up in the hills behind home.
Our cats are all rescued strays too- we're suckers.
I love animal stories. Keep 'em coming.
I'm always interested in hound's names and how they get them.
As a kid, I literally grew up with a corgi called Scotty (the queen's fave beast with THAT name...my old boy's from Scotland and not a fan of English royalty...incongruous much?).
Then their third dog was a fox terrier bitza called...Scotty!
“ To say she led a tragic life is an understatment. Fuckers knobbled her so she can't jump and her vocal chords have been cut so she can't bark. Spent 10 years in a box, never walked, bathed or felt human kindness. ”
That’s very sad zen. I’m sure she’s very happy now though.
Wouldn’t you love to get you hands on the scum that treated animals like that. Just take out all your day to day frustrations on them with a golf club.. ahhh now we talkin
"I'm always interested in hound's names and how they get them."
Knew a sausage dog called Hoover cos his belly scraped the carpet.
When I first moved to NZ I had a cat come and visit my house every day. Stayed a few hours and had a nap, then sauntered off.
One day I wrote a little note and tied it to his collar, saying my name is so and so and how I enjoyed the visits. Next day the cat came back with a note saying "Hi, my name is Fergus".
my grandfather called every dog he ever had sheba.
seems a little disrespectful, unimaginative...and sheba is a cat's name, right?
island...add a few more notes passed back and forward via the cat, and you've got the basis of a solid plot for a booker-award wining novel, i'd say.
i swear my cat said my name one morning...she had a pretty heavy accent, but it was damn unmistakable. i tell you, when an animal talks to you, it really gives you a bit of a shock.
I grew up next to a German Shepherd called Herman.
There was a bloke in the year above me at school whose nickname was Hoover.
Don’t think it had anything to do with his belly touching the floor though.
I had a dog when i was younger called Aussie as he was born on Australia day.
So with my current dog, we stuck with the theme and called him Indo
Bit corny but were thinking of getting another dog and calling it Neisia, so we just had to call Indo-Nesia for them to come.
But one dog is enough, maybe next dog we will call Neisa.
Had a Dalmatian when i was real young called Duke, not sure why parents called him Duke they weren't surfers, but still a cool name.
I used to work for a couple who had 5 dogs, all border collie-kelpie types. One of them was called Extra!
We had a house dog[red heeler] called Mate. He was trouble maker and got his name yelled so much that he started to cringe even when his name was said normally. So we changed his name to Jason.
Jason liked to dig a hole in the dirt road out the front of the shack to sleep in. Cars had to go round him. Lucky there was a 35km speed limit on the road.
when I was a grommet lid rider I would visit an older mate a couple of towns away to surf. He had a brindle staffi called Brian that he would sometimes dye with henna, he would look like a small tiger.
On surf missions being the grommet if there was a few of us in the back with Brian I would go.
Brian loved the back of the ute(I think) it would send him into quite a state. His favourite game whilst when on tight bush tracks was kill the tree, where he would grab a passing tree/bush And hold on until he came to the ladder rack at the end of the tray. He loved this game.
Me, I wasn’t so keen. Not sure if it was the cold uncomfortable bouncing around in the tray. or the getting covered in dog slobber and blood while huddling into a spot where I wouldn’t get scrambled over as he attacked the next passing tree.
Brian surprisingly grew into old age and only passed when his human mate died of malaria in Sumatra, Brian was found a few days after in a local farmers dam. Crazy, the pair of them.
Oh yeah no more cat talk eh’
Our family Staffy was called 'Kevin'.
Just cause we thought it was funny.
Now we've got Bingo and Millie for no real reason.
Knew a hugely overweight Dachsund called 'Bubbles' which pre-dates Little Britain by about 30 years.
By the way, I love cats. Cats are cool according to UK Squeeze.
Had a big golden retriever called Gus,such a character and when he died from a fuckin tick (i thought he was ammuned cause he had that many over the years),i put a eulogy in Tracks magazine for him cause he was really well known in a couple of places we lived at...next came the worlds best dog Simba ,yes funny about that,half lab half kelpie god bless her soul she was faultless, and now we have a rescue dog called Millie whos a border collie cross ....love dogs.!
Cats are cool indeed. But 4 cats and 2 dogs is next level :) Onya Zen.
A couple of weeks ago our old black cat 'Cleo' was euthanized. The last 24 hours was pretty sad. She could barely walk Even though her body was utterly failing, she was still pretty sharp and with it. We sometimes communicated telepathically, so it was re-assuring to know that she knew her fate and that it was time. I can never forget seeing her completely at peace on the vets table and her pupils dilate when she got her injection.
But I've had my 25 years or so of kitty litter, and I'm not going back there anytime soon. AS much as I love them, my next pet is going to be a dog.
That brings me to tears Westy. I bet you gave her a good life.
So easy to get attached to our pets. They're like our children.
Dogs are awesome and great to do stuff with, but if you want to chill and pat something nice, cats are where its at. Relatively low maintenance too.
PS Sorry Soggy, no more cat talk from me.
Cheers Zen. She had a good life. I will deffo miss the nurturing vibe of pattin' a pussy. :)
Ha ha. Won't we all.
My first family dog was a fox terrier called Patch. Hyper as! He was black n white n brown with a white patch over his eye, hence Patch. He once famously got out & bolted across a major road, went under two cars, across two lanes of traffic & made it out the other side unscathed!
Next was my first dog Harry, a red cloud kelpie. Not exactly sure why we called him Harry apart from just liking the name. I remember once walking along the beach throwing the ball for him, with quite a gnarly dumping waist to chest high shorey. The beach had those narrow sections where the ocean would rush up fast & powerful with dry sand sections either side, these sections were quite evenly spaced out along the beach. Anyway, Harry charged into one to retrieve the ball, got instantly bowled over, sucked back towards the shorey & nailed by a solid close out. He disappeared for about 15 seconds & I'm thinking game over. Then all of sudden he bursts to the surface, ball in mouth, sprints up to the dry sand, spits the ball out, performs an adrenaline shake off, then looks at me as if to say, is that the best you’ve got!
Now we have Jade, a kelpie border Collie Australian Shepherd cross. We let my 11yr step son name her at the time. He said he just liked the name but he also had a Jade in his year group who he mentioned occasionally. Epic dog. So affectionate. Hard work in the first few years but that has paid off in spades now. Don’t think I would get another male dog after having a female. Really sociable & friendly but also stands her ground when required.
By the way, it’s only ever a “dog’s life” if the owners are responsible & kind. You will be rewarded accordingly :-)
Good work with the schnauzer Zen, my mum had a mini schnauzer. Great little dogs.
Our current house destroyer is a German Shepard he’s quite big and has always been a really boisterous dog. I don’t think I’ll get another dog after this old guy, he’s 9, passes. Although I do like Jack Russells lately. Mate got one, big dog attitude in a car friendly size.
The big fella has been one of the best dogs I’ve seen with kids. Will rock it with them all day, my daughter the neighbors kids doesn’t matter he’s there for them all.
My mate has had three German Shepherds and my nephew has a Belgian Shepherd.
Brilliant dogs. They don't come much better imo.