Monday, January 25, 2010

Banterography Competition Update/Reminder!

Greetings, banter fans!

Just a quick reminder that the Banterography competition is up and running and we are accepting submissions RIGHT NOW.
That's a hint people, take some twatting pictures already, look it's simple:

I (Charltzy) took those 2 with the camera stuck up my arse, so I know you lot can do better.

I got one idea for anyone in the UK, what I'd love to see is the poster stuck on the back of an electric wheelchair, you get extra points if it's outside a jobcentre while the owner is freely walking around inside cashing a Giro.

Good luck Banterographers!

Get the image download here

Sunday, January 17, 2010

Charltzy's Rant Of The Cheeky Week: Social Networking

Get strapped in for everyone’s favourite feature here on the BanterBlog, another look at my C.R.O.T.C.H.

Today we have Social Networking or "I will disguise my pathetic excuse for a life by constantly telling everyone how interesting I am, but actually sounding like a complete twat in the process”



Digs at Social Networking are nothing new on the BanterBlog, heck we created Twatter before it actually turned into the real thing, and let’s not forget poor old Barry Twinklemire.

I guess it all started with Friend Reunited, or as we call it “Retards United” which was a well-meaning website that, officially, was trying to bring people together that might have lost contact, but in reality was a reason to boast about how you went to University compared to all the others in your class who are now smackhead McDonald managers.

At least that had a purpose, compared to what came next – Facebook. Now this is not even pretending to have some well meaning agenda, this is basically a list of everyone you’ve ever known/met/passed in the street.

This is how the FriendFace virus spreads: You say “Hi” in a pub to someone, they’re on your Shitface friends list.
They upload some pictures of you with your knob out, and they tag it with your name, before you know it 20 people have commented on the cock in question, so you add them as “friends” too.

The sickening thing is that now you feel happy that you’ve upped your friend count by 56 people from one night of naked wang-swinging.
Now of the 89,956 friends you have on your list, the 2 people you actually know will see not only your dick, but that you have a football stadium amount of friends.

Well, a round of fucking applause, you stupid twat.

Remember that dickhead you used to work with who boasted about how much they went out, a thinly disguised way of telling you how popular they are?

Arsebook has made it possible for EVERYONE to be that twat, not only that, but you don’t have to be at work, or even in the presence of an actual human fucking being to boast about it.

Don’t even get me started on Twitter, which is basically a simplified version of TitHeadBook for people with Attention Deficit Disorder.

Time to write something truthful on your next status update:
“I’m sat here all alone, I have no actual close friends, so I decided to lie and exaggerate about what I’m actually doing to make it look like I’m really busy and popular”

See also:
FaceBook Friend Saves Man From Suicide, Two Weeks Too Late
BanterCast Teams Up With Online Service "Twatter"

Monday, January 4, 2010

Charltzy's Rant Of The Cheeky Week: American "Football"

Today we have the first of a new regular feature here on the BanterBlog, Charltzy's Rant Of The Cheeky Week, or C.R.O.T.C.H for short.

Today we have American "Football" or "a classic example of the Yanks not getting something the Brits invented then fucking it up like some kind of mentally-reversed sports fanatic".

Football, lovely football. You know what I'm talking about don't you? The game where you use your FOOT to kick a BALL around a PITCH.
It was invented back the them olden days, apparently King Arthur or whatever used to dig two holes either end of the courtyard and played a game where you kick an inflated pigs bladder into them there holes. (must be true, saw it in a movie/history books)

Fast forward a couple hundred years, now there are nets and rules and we named it "football", because of the previously mentioned Foot+Ball combination that was involved.

Then in 1869, the Brits had the decency to show some American university lads how to play football proper, they had a whale of a time (even though they were a bit shit), so we showed them this other game we'd invented called "Rugby", that's when it all went downhill.

The first American "Football" team - the "Snatchweiner Retards".

Soon as they left back to the old UK, those American college boys started pissing around during football games, picking up the ball and throwing it around willy-nilly.
Then some professors came in and said; "Well if you're gonna throw it around y'all, why don't you play by them ol' Rugby roolz dagnammit?"

That's when it all just got mental.

They we're throwing the ball forwards, sideways, kicking it, trying to mount it, running headfirst into each other and the goal posts. There were half-conscious bleeding Americans strewn across the pitch. It was a bloodbath.

Before you knew it, they'd wrapped them all up in lots of padding, made rules to stop the game every 15 seconds and padded the goal posts.
They also agreed to make it more like Rugby as they preferred picking up the ball and running with it, (kicking it was a bit too hard for them) only allowing them to touch the ball with their feet when it was in a controlled situation and nobody was in the way.

Now it came time to name this bastardisation of a sport; it looked like Rugby, but they were padded up like mentally disabled people. The rules meant the game was so slow paced there was hardly any running involved and they only touched the ball with their feet maybe once in a whole game - "Hmmmmm what should we call it?" they thought.

"I know" said one idiot - "FOOT-BALL"

"But don't Europeans and most of the people on the entire planet already play a game called Football?" said one guy chewing on his shoulder pad.

"Well I'm fresh out of ideas" said the first arse-tard.

"I got it!" said a huge obese guy writing in his own shit on the floor, "Let's rename THEIR game to something stupid sounding"

Arse-tard quickly thought: "Suck-ball!"

Obese shit-face blurted out: "No, SUCKER sounds better"

From that day onwards, that's how the Yanks stole and fucked up 2 sports to make a stupid retardation of a sport that only they play, yet refuse to call it something different than an already named sport that 95% of the world play and already called - FOOTBALL.

A modern Yankball player

I'm currently writing rules for a new sport that involves bouncing a ball around a wooden court, you win by throwing balls through a basket.
Everyone has to wear padded armour, because all players get to carry Samurai swords.
It's like that sport they play in the US, what's it called - Hoopball?

Now, what to name MY new sport...