Please practice discrimination

Discrimination, not an easy word to throw around these days. We're afraid of discrimination. We're afraid that someday, someone will discriminate against us or our children. This feeling is completely natural, yet somewhat redundant. Yes, you could say that the use of discrimination when hiring or firing a employee can get you in trouble, but there are certain things that are better off with some discrimination. Firstly, let me establish that there are many forms of discrimination. There is racial discrimination, skin colour discrimination, weight, age etc. Now what I will focus on is weight discrimination. Why weight? We've all heard of racial and skin colour discrimination, so there is no point in bringing up that matter.

Weight discrimination plays a major role in certain sports-orientated activities. For example, a rugby coach will want heavier, bulkier players compared to skinny hippy losers. But on the contrary, ballet and cheer leading have differing requirements compared to rugby. So I will systematically and analytically review what a basic cheerleader and ballet dancer requires.

Ballet Dancer and Cheerleader requirements.

To be a competitive ballet dancer/cheerleader, note that I said competitive, not lazy bum ass ballet dancer/cheerleader, you'll need to have a low center of gravity. This means that you can't be too tall. I'm not sure what the ideal height for a ballet dancer is, and frankly I just don't give a damn.

Next, you have to be slim and light. This is a very very important attribute that a ballet
dancer or cheerleader needs. No fat ass losers.
(A note to potential parents and parents : If you have a fat ass kid, please do not put the dumb idea of her becoming a ballet dancer, it's retarded, plus she'll get picked on. Be a good parent and starve her first.)

You'll also have to be flexible. Not robotic. So unless you can perform the Heimlich maneuver while in the pretzel position, you're just not cut out to be neither a ballet dancer nor a cheerleader.


Here's how NOT to be a ballet dancer/cheerleader:-


What the fuck is this? Who let the elephants out? Fuck!


My God. With that much fat, you could make a bomb. I'm serious.

The bottom line is simple. If you're fat, don't try sugary desserts, diet coke, ballet dancing, cheer leading, any Sloggi products and most of all, please don't try my patience with your oxymoronic comments. I don't care. I'm superficial, remember?

It's highly unlikely that this happens in the near or far future, not even in a galaxy far, far away:-

Fat people should stop dreaming. They should start exercising, dieting, starving, dying or practice nomadism.

p.s. Try living in the real world, stop thinking you're slim just because your overprotective and bias mother said you are. Start changing your life, diet and habits. If you're not satisfied with how you look, do something about it. Everything has to start somewhere.

Rules of the society

To the dishonorable members of Pass Da Bong, here's the updated rules of the society.

Want to join the society?


I don't think so.

One heck of a doctor

I walked into a clinic recently. Upon my arrival, there was an old man sitting at the entrance, behind a desk. A conversation soon started.

Man : Who are you?

Meph : A patient, can I see the doctor?

Man : What's wrong?

Meph : Who the fuck are you?

Man : I am the doctor.

Meph : I cut my finger with a chainsaw on purpose.

(I proceed to show the idiot my cut)

Man : Oh, in my opinion, you should go see another doctor.

Meph : What the fuck are you here for Doc? Can't you bandage it up for me?

Man : We don't do dressing here.

Meph : What's that supposed to mean? What sort of shit place is this?

Man : I am really sorry your highness, but I am a loser, and I can't even tie my own shoelace. Look, I'm wearing slippers.

Meph : Screw you!!


Try mentioning to a family member that you're going to see a doctor. They'll mostly probably recommend you their doctor. "Go to Dr Balls. He's the best. There was this one time, I severed my right nut off, and he attached it together, using only super glue. He's the best." To everyone, their doctor seems to be the best. But there can't be a thousand best doctors. There can only be one best. Where are the doctors who graduated at the bottom of the class? Why do people recommend you their doctor? Because they lived to tell the tale? No. I have no idea myself.

What's worse, is that they'll also ask you to mention their name to the doctor. "When you see Dr Balls, tell him you're Cleopatra's nephew." What the fuck for? Maybe if you mention your relations, he'd give you proper medication. The rest he gives Mentos.

Just once I'd like to hear someone go "You should go to Dr Rosini, he's the worst. Absolutely the worst. What ever you have, after you see him, you'd be worse. He's a butcher." And for once, I'd like someone to take that advice. Go see Dr Rosini. The first thing you should look for is his certificate. If he doesn't have a cert, look for your insurance card. If he does, it might look like this:




I'm sure you can imagine what happens next.

Better things to do

If some of you are wondering why I am so interested in slamming sluts, the truth is, I'm not. I'd rather do something more interesting like watch paint dry.

So, to a certain slut,
eat your own ass, before you try to eat someone else's

Watching paint dry

A slut once said to me "Don't judge me if you don't know me"

I should have replied "Don't know you? Real funny. Who cares? Know your role and shut your mouth."

The solution was simple, I did some research on her background, and found out that she'd sleep with anyone; i.e. drug addicts, lowlife scumbags, disabled dogs, infected pigs etc. No judging necessary. She's a cunt. Period.