Whinge,Minge,Binge These Are A Few Of My Favourite Things.

This is for the ladies in the hoose, do ya wanna catch my night fever?

Andraste you're the gurl, you make my sail unfurl,
you weigh my anchor though I'm a wanker,
and my poetry makes you hurl.

For those that haven't been reading me religiously everyday, fuck thanksgiving and your children's birthday, you're sick? excuses excuses, well ok you missed fuck all, I went on a history kick, I love history, its all about the past and thing, as the saying goes,'those that don't know history are stupid shites' or is it doomed to repeat it? no its 'spoils the broth'.
I'm a big believer in Karma, except the evil bad fuckers never get touched fast enough for my liking. God said to me, "Knudsen pride comes before a fall" and I said, "have you been drinking again? oh no, not another global flood its off home for you" .
Because I took glee in the destruction of Pamela Anderson and Kid Rock's marriage my sidebar got pushed down to the bottom of my blog.

I like looking at my own blog, I can sit and just admire it, so it bothered me when it happened, Andraste in her wisdom pointed me towards the pictures having pushed it down, it was on the right track but changing them didn't work, it was the excessive links I had in that foul baneful post,
so I banished the two of them to the past where they belong, fucking has beens, they now live in November 22nd, there they can rot and I can gaze at my blog, Thankyou oh wise one.

Tiahae asks
Dear old knudsen.
You are my favorite of all bloggers so i wanted to know - why is your face like that?

I welcome questions from my young firm fellow bloggers and I feel it my duty to educate them.
Years ago when I had full use of my legs and my bowels I was a Muff diver, I could go down for several minutes at a time getting the job done to my satisfaction, what really left a bad taste in my mouth was the rules and regulations that was enforced on the rough trade known as Muff diving, do this do that, well the older I got the less Muff came my way and I must admit I wasn't too strict about the quality of the bearded clams I went down for.

The great clam not for the weak.

Near the end of my Muff diving days I came upon what I thought was an urban legend, something to scare the young virgin soldiers. I found a bearded clam with teeth. It sucked me in and messed me up pretty bad, the smell that came from that stench trench of doom caused me to vomit which made the clam release it's death grip on my face , that's how I got away, in my dazed confusion I didn't even lift the £10.00 from the side table.
I sometimes smell the aroma in my sleep and wake up in a fevered panic and for some reason I always have a pube to pick from my teeth.

I hope that answers your question young lady.