The Musings of a Professional Moron

"The only way to achieve success is to believe in your impending failure. Whether you are successful or not depends upon your commitment to your successful unsuccessfulness. The path to this success is only limited by the failure to foresee the success of your unsuccessful successfulness." Mr. Wapojif, circa 2012.

Exclusive Invention: The Lazy O’Meter!

This “ride” at Wonderland in Canada is called the Lazy River. Apt, eh? However, we bet if someone dropped a GREAT WHITE SHARK into the Lazy River things wouldn’t be quite so lazy!

If, like us here at Professional Moron, you’re insanely lazy, then it would be wise to have some sort of implement around to give you a borderline psychotically violent jolt back to reality. This is important as laziness is one of the worst afflictions to grace humanity since indifference. Indeed, at least with indifference you know where you stand. With lazy people… well, you know they can just do so much better! This is why Mr. Wapojif got deep down and funky and decided to INVENT a device which tells the holder how lazy someone is being. All one must do is point the product at a person of choice and hold down the “LAZY” button. Thusly, the Lazy O’Meter will feedback information on a person’s current mood. Expect results such as; “Subject is working to within 50% of their abilities”, “Subject isn’t working, they are perusing over Facebook”, “Subject is planning how to pick their nose without being spotted – work rating at 70%”, and “Subject is hungover and can’t be bothered doing anything. Indeed, subject believes it is a miraculous endeavour that they simply made it to work.” So, as you can see, it’s a great tool to keep your scumbag employees in order. But, wait, there’s more! Onwards to the next paragraph, comrade!

The Lazy O’Meter is made out of the finest plastic, semtex, and electronic wizardry bits money can buy (it will cost you roughly £1,000), and it will be able to tell you just how lazy others are being, with laziness ratings including; Lazy, Rather Lazy, Very Lazy, Extremely Lazy, Supremely Lazy, Prone, Indolently Off Beat, Laid Back, Too Laid Back, Sluggishly Languid, Lethargic, Morosely Slothful, Idle, Eric Idle, and Not Lazy. Anything below the “Not Lazy” barometer would be open to the Lazy O’Meter’s secret weapon – a condensed version of an electric cattle prod. Suitably charged, this thing extends out of the machine and, with a violent jab, you can thrust it into the lazy person to rouse them from their lack of effort. The downside to this thing is it has a habit of making some people wail uncontrollably (the electronic shock is, admittedly, shockingly excessive), and others have been known to foul themselves. “This is but putrid effervescence in the glorious winter of our discontent!”, as the advertising on the side of the product’s box will generously explain. So, as always, we expect your support (and accept it). Go forth and purchase, wretched maniacs!

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Beans The Chinese Dwarf Hamster Update!

“Why’s she pulling a funny face?” She’s in her manic cleaning process, which involves all sorts of unusual expressions

We thought we’d update everyone on the current situation of our office pet Beans, who turned 1 back in March and has been toodling along nicely ever since. We have discovered recently she is fond of fresh vegetables; broccoli, tomato, carrot, a kidney bean (YES! Beans ate beans!) and she is also rather fond of blueberries. She seems indifferent about grapes, for some reason. We don’t know why. Anyway, other activities we’ve noticed from her include scratching her ear (with her right rear “paw”, it’s that’s the word), and having far fewer temper tantrums. Indeed, she’s almost entirely stopped flipping her wheel over at the end of her night shift, and her “nipping” has decreased enormously. Is she mellowing as she gets older? It would seem so.

However, we remain disappointed due to the lack of any talking ability, and she has, as of yet, not shown any streaks of Mozart styled genius. We’ve given her an ultimatum; have at least four concertos written by the end of this year or you’re going to have a severe reduction in your pumpkin seed rations. That’ll teach her. The furry little git. Elsewhere, we’ve also noted she has a habit of jettisoning her food whenever she’s been held for around 10 minutes. We can’t fathom any reason for this, but she deems it necessary to eject any food stored in her cheeks. Beans – the enigma continues!

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Sensationalist Sunday: Will Yawning Kill Us All?!?!

Joseph Ducreux, a portraitist at the court of Louis XVI of France, pandiculates his ass off.

Professional Moron’s very own Mr. Wapojif was yawning a lot on Friday, and he thunked to himself, “Just what the hell is a ‘yawn’, anyway?” So, today, on Sunday, he has decided to have a look at all the available scientific online resources and he discovered a startling discovery; it’s contagious! Indeed, as you may have noticed, when you observe someone yawning you often feel obliged to yawn too, and even those scumbag animals have been known to have the same affliction. Although we’ve never seen a giraffe yawn, or a Great White Shark for that matter, it must happen at some stage and, my word, maybe that’s why Basking Sharks always have their mouths hanging wide open. Anyway, yawning is often attributed to tiredness, boredom, stress, and scientific studies link it to the cooling of the brain. Is this why, during the cold of night, we yawn more? Or is it because we know, at say 11pm, we won’t be eating any spam until the following day? Such lack of stimulation could prompt a yawn. Also, if you want to fling a fancy word around this week, “pandiculation” is the art of yawning and stretching simultaneously. So, if you wanted to be evil, you could call your cat Pandiculation and, whenever it stretched and yawned, you could say its name and it’d look at you all confused. Haha! Then you could give it a prawn to make up for being so evil.

“So is yawning a depraved disease which will see humanity fall!?!?” I hear you all screaming. Well, no. We’re pretty sure no one has ever died from yawning, unless they were too busy in the process of it all and walked off a cliff, or something. The simple fact right now is our finest scientists don’t really know why animals yawn. There are theories which attempt to explain the primary evolutionary cause; Mr. Wapojif (using his GCSE Science grade B brain to stir up the yawning community) postulated a yawn potentially being a way of getting more oxygen into the bloodstream, thusly waking oneself up. He also considered the notion a yawn being the indication of a coded message from aliens pertaining to an impending invasion. Either way, contagious or not, yawning’s an interesting human aside. Luckily it’s also not going to bring on the apocalypse. Hurrah!

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In Praise Of Bumble Bees!

“I’m a Bumble Bee doin’ ma bumblin’ stuff bumblin’ away!”

Bumble bees have been in the news a lot recently (well, bees in general – all species) as they’ve been dying out in their billions. Why? Pesticide usage on plants, and general pollution, has made scientists all concerned that bees could go and get themselves extinct. And why would this be bad? No bees would basically mean the collapse of the ecosystem as we know it. Plus, no more honey! And bees, although a bit moody at times, are cool creatures with a very busy schedule. Indeed, hence “as busy as a bee”! Bees have been the subject of everything and anything over the years, including classical compositions (Flight of the Bumble Bee), films (I’m sure I saw one in Jaws), music (Madonna based several albums on bees), TV series (24′s Jack Bauer often dresses as a bee in the show), theatre (Shakespeare alludes to bees constantly in his works, “Is this a bumble bee I see before me?!?”), literature (Ernest Hemingway was always wasted on honey), and in Kung Fu (the karate chop is based on a bumble bee’s sting). Whilst the majority of these examples May Bee complete and utter nonsense, you can get our drift right? Right? Good.

There are actually 250 species of the Bumble Bee, the most famous being the 70ft Godzilla Bumble Bees which invaded parts of Europe during the 17th century (the monstrous beasts later migrated to Mars). Like the Honey Bee, Bumble Bees are bees. Spamazingly, they can detect the presence and pattern of electric fields on flowers (no, this isn’t an act of god, it occurs due to the positive static charges generatned when bees fly through the air – “Atmospheric Electricity”), which then head on down into da ground. They use this info to find out if some other tosspot bee nicked the pollen before them. And you thought they were just mindless buzzy things? Never! The Bumble Bee is; free from prejudice and bigotry, doesn’t care what race or gender you are, and won’t kick off World War III (probably). No, they just want honey, and good on them!

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Professional Moron Wins The “Your Blog Stinks!” Award!

As we can’t be bothered thinking up a blog post for today, we decided to invent a Blog Award for ourselves to show off how amazingly ace we are! Then you can all “Like” our post and tell us just how amazing Professional Moron is, and we get a narcissistic high and we can put on our CVs just how much our blog stinks. Innit. Glory be, we might do this every day from now on! Hahaha!

So what exactly are the types of stink you can find in the world? Whilst we could crack on with scatological humour, here at Professional Moron we consider ourselves above such puerile behaviour. Wee wee poo poo. So we’ve considered such luminaries as; horse manure covered in BO, cigarettes sprayed with rotten egg perfume, and Eau de Toilet *giggle snort guffaw*. So, you’re no doubt jealous now. Very jealous. Seethingly jealous! SO! How can you replicate our Blogging stench? Well here at Professional Moron we’re lazy, stupid, moronic, daft, verbally abusive, and we only wash a few times a year. And why? As we like to save water for the environment. The downside is we stink. Bad. And we hope it wafts on out of the internet to win us further stink awards! Hurrah!

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Exclusive Recipe: The Cigarette Cake!

“Cancer Stick, my dear?” – “Oh, Charles, how romantic! I do love your foul smoker’s stench! But if only someone could fashion a cake from these wondrous things!”

Smoking. You like to smoke smoke? Then start smoking! Of course, if you do decide to go for it, you’re going to have to deal with the foul Smoker’s Stench smokers get. If you’re a smoker you probably don’t realise it as you’re around the stuff all the thyme, but you really do stink like a slice of foul old cheese smeared with marmite and covered in horse crap. What’s worse is smokers tend to be incredibly arrogant about their addiction, demanding breaks at work, demanding Smoking Shelters, and (in the UK, anyway) expecting free healthcare when a myriad of smoking related diseases kicks in. Selfish or what!?!? They also litter the place up big style with cigarette butts which are usually just tossed to one side as if this weren’t littering as, you know, smokers are just too special for such petty deviances. It is littering you stupid gits! Find an ashtray – duuuh! Or, even better, mail them all to your nearest restaurant as our latest piece of cooking wizardry is about to shake up the cooking/smoking industry. Hoo yeah!

Indeed, the Cigarette Cake is a cake made out of used cigarette butts, tobacco, chocolate, and tobacco flavoured ice cream. What’s better is cigarettes can be used as candles – they’ll be stuck into the cake facing upwards (like your average candle) and will be lightedened up to make the glorious spectacle! The cake itself can also be lit (as it’s, you know, primarily tobacco) and you can consume it merrily as it smoulders away. Obviously it will make one of the most feck awful stenches you can humanly imagine (and it’ll probably set off a few fire alarms whilst it’s at it) but at least it’ll keep the streets clean, the smokers happy, and it gives anti-smoking folk such as ourselves something to grumble about. Huzzah!

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How To Approach Bono.

Bono brings the latest tour to an early close. Drat and double drat.

Bono, lead singer for the popular band U2, has been a constant in the news for around three decades now. He’s famous for his Irishness, bouncy hair, frolicking stage presence, some (admittedly) pretty damn amazing songs, and the occasional burst of almightily pretentious behaviour. Clearly Bono is a complex beast and, thusly, one must wonder how fans go about meeting and greeting their hero. Do they, for instance, approach with caution from a distance of a mile away, or do they just “accidentally” bump into him when Bono is out eating his lunch in McDonald’s? We’ve given these questions some thought and, thusly, today’s post is dedicated to Bono’s fans and their need to get near him and be recognised by his Bononess. Indeed.

So just what is it about Bono? What draws people towards his particular brand of celebrity? For one he has done a lot of work for charity so he’s raised himself the heights of a deity in so doing. He also has the general aura about him of a man possessed with the need to supply the world with free Pot Noodles. And good on him as, frankly, we’re getting ruddy sick of having to fork out, or steal, Pot Noodles from the local supermarket. So, yeah, this guide is as much for ourselves as it is for you lot. Happy Bono hunting!

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