B3TA fixes the world
Moon Monkey says: Turn into Jeremy Clarkson for a moment, and tell us about the things that are so obviously wrong with the world, and how they should be fixed. Extra points for ludicrous over-simplification, blatant mis-representation, and humourous knob-gags.
( , Thu 22 Sep 2011, 12:53)
Moon Monkey says: Turn into Jeremy Clarkson for a moment, and tell us about the things that are so obviously wrong with the world, and how they should be fixed. Extra points for ludicrous over-simplification, blatant mis-representation, and humourous knob-gags.
( , Thu 22 Sep 2011, 12:53)
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Oatfor Fucksake
I tried that Oatso Simple stuff once. The worst part is the way you measure out the milk. According to the instructions, you;
1) Open the sachet
2) Pour the sickly-flavoured oats into a bowl
3) Fill the now-empty sachet with milk
4) Pour the milk into the bowl. This will be the correct amount.
Fucking WHAT? I've just woken up. My eyes are still trying to focus on something I saw upstairs five minutes ago. I'm shambling around the kitchen in a grubby dressing-gown, bumping into things, knocking over other things and swearing at the survivors. I have the motor skills of a shelf. And yet you expect me to manoeuvre a hulking great four-pint container over a tiny paper envelope, and pour milk into it? And actually get some of it in? Without the milk doing that thing where it comes out slowly for a bit and then suddenly gushes out like an unconvincing money-shot? Or the poxy little sachet collapsing and dumping semi-skimmed all over the floor? Or a flimsy paper envelope acting anything like a vessel for liquid?
Porridgey wankers.
( , Wed 28 Sep 2011, 0:12, Reply)
I tried that Oatso Simple stuff once. The worst part is the way you measure out the milk. According to the instructions, you;
1) Open the sachet
2) Pour the sickly-flavoured oats into a bowl
3) Fill the now-empty sachet with milk
4) Pour the milk into the bowl. This will be the correct amount.
Fucking WHAT? I've just woken up. My eyes are still trying to focus on something I saw upstairs five minutes ago. I'm shambling around the kitchen in a grubby dressing-gown, bumping into things, knocking over other things and swearing at the survivors. I have the motor skills of a shelf. And yet you expect me to manoeuvre a hulking great four-pint container over a tiny paper envelope, and pour milk into it? And actually get some of it in? Without the milk doing that thing where it comes out slowly for a bit and then suddenly gushes out like an unconvincing money-shot? Or the poxy little sachet collapsing and dumping semi-skimmed all over the floor? Or a flimsy paper envelope acting anything like a vessel for liquid?
Porridgey wankers.
( , Wed 28 Sep 2011, 0:12, Reply)
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