They Call Me Mr Tumble

Just so you plebs know, because Google is policing itself better these days I've turned my milky eyes to Tumblr   to store my favourite pictures and to influence yon search engines as per usual. I'm still doing this shite just spreading myself about, aye like yer Ma.


Hey Old Knudsen! stop mentioning my mother, she was a very loving and caring woman who died horribly and in pain for months of Leif Garrett's disease.


I'm so so sorry to hear about yer mother, please read THIS   and then fuck off.

Sanity Is Crazy

Old Knudsen's government ordered psychiatrist says that Old Knudsen suffers from delusions of grandeur and mild depression.

Who the fuck is he to say what is wrong with the greatest blogger/lover and alpine gardener in the world?
When the Mothership cums for me to save the universe he'll eat his hat except he is without a hat and thus weak!

He is the one depressed as he is about to lose his job due to state cut backs now he'll have to get a real job.
Ach wouldn't it be great if people paid me to tell them what their problem was? "Yer a cunt now take these pills and pay yer bill on the way out."

The new meds Old Knudsen is on seem to be working and maybe they will work even better when I take them like there is anything wrong with Old Knudsen.

A new segment for my blog, targeting people in the street with a high powered rifle without them knowing and pulling the trigger with the safety on.

This week it was yer Ma............................. I've already had her but I could of had her again Ka-Chow!

No Comment!

Being a fallen angel and the like I've had to know loads of languages in order to tell you monkeys with souls to fuck off. I've forgotten more than you'll ever know.

I used to live in the fertile crescent but thats enough about yer Ma. I spoke Sanskrit as spoken by the Sanskritians of Iran, India, Iasia in fact all of those 'I' cuntries full of crazy wog types. Now its a dead language only spoken by dead people and people who are so boring they might as well be dead.

In England home of the Twat there is this posh school called St James that has put Sanskrit on the curriculum. Yeah thats fucking handy for when you go to Spain on yer hols. Hey why not teach them Latin and Gheylick while yer at it, no wonder kids know fuck all their heads are full of useless junk.

You should be teaching kids the invasion languages. It used to be Danish, German and Russian but now its Arabic and Chinese. I'm done trying to learn languages, I speak fucking English like the beautiful Queen Elizabeth II and still the fucking Yanks don't understand me so whats the point?

You probably all know that the word orange is from Sanskrit which is why nothing rhymes with it. Those cunts had the worse poetry ever. All I can remember in it is how to say 'Which way to the camel station?' and 'how much for yer daughter?'

The next language that I'll refuse to learn is Textsrit, LOL, ROFL and as Jesus said, "BRB".



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The 6 Spots Of Death

You know what I saw in Mongolia? yaks and mongs. No Xanadu, Kubla Khan or even Chakka Khan, Chakka Khan.

I saw a story on the web that was titled '6 spots to see before you die' this panicked me greatly as I had developed several large weeping spots on my penal system.

I pulled doon me gunties and counted, thank fuck there were only 5.

I call that irresponsible writing, scaring an Old man who is in God's waiting room.

I don't get telemarketers making constant phone calls but instead the Grim Reaper " Old Knudsen this is death, I have some important business information for you, please call me back at ************."

Yeah right I will, the Nazis haven't got me, Dog the fucking bounty bar hunter hasn't got me all those weemen with their paternity suits haven't got me and nor will death.

It was a travel site with 6 destinations to go to, well I counted and my maths not being too good since book learnin gave me heart burn I only counted 5, I added the last one to insult you.

Mount Kilimanjaro
Alaska
Mongolia
Antarctica
Atlantic Ocean
Yer Ma's G-spot

I've been to all 6 of these, yep 'all' 6 and they were crap and I'm still alive so fuck yous, ok the last one did give me the clap and spawned you but hey I'm still standing except right now I'm sitting.

At the end of the world it will be me and Keith Richards feeding off cockroaches and maybe if I'm desperate enough I'll make him feed off my cock for that terrible film appearance in that terrible pirate movie he was in.

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