Word out comrades. The FFG is back in da blog for another fresh injection of humorous anecdotes and juxtaposing discombobulatary rhetoric and we are pointing our satirical sword of Damocles at office life. We here at the FFG have a fairly informal office atmosphere. Trousers are banned, we only eat cheese and everyone has to change their name to Percival. These are the only rules that we recognise as existing in a passive fashion, but do not adhere to as we don’t play by anyone’s rules not even our own.
Twitter group cuases stir and marrys NHS…
It has recently been brought to the attention of the FFG team that there is a campaign running on twitter, #welovetheNHS which is filled with people declaring their love for the British National Health Service. We here at the FFG are strong supporters of the NHS however we would never say that we ‘love’ the NHS.
We are still not unsure how that actually works. The NHS is a bureaucratic leviathan providing health care to an entire country of 72 million people and what if we did love the NHS and the NHS loved us and we wanted to get married someday…
Top Five Things that Need to Be brought Back From 20th Century
In our millennium post 9-11 credit crunch mentalities many of us have forgot where we come from. With our fast-food disposal present, we have forgotten our routes and all the embarrassing things that generations before gave to us as valuable resources to ridicule and taunt. Of course not all humour is about poking people with the large stick of shame and basking in other’s abject misery, only all of the humour at the FFG.
You Got Served!!!
Have you ever seen a bendy teen on the dance floor of your local nightclub throwing some shapes up and thinking they are pretty loked out? Have you ever wanted to step up and given them damn good serving to the point where they did not wished to be served in such a severe fashion? Once again the FFG has done a spot of swooping to the rescue with our five best ways to serve people on the dance floor.
I had a dream. Spoons… that was my dream, just spoons. – Dr King
There are so many troubles in the world that seem so unnecessary. The next time someone gives you a dirty look or bumps you in the street, forget retribution just grab them from behind and start spooning you until they submit to the sweet, warm spoonyness.
Spooning is always taken out of context as some lazy sexual position, but a good old plutonic spoon is one of the best things ever. There is nothing like spending a hungover Sunday morning on the sofa or in bed, spooning like you’ve never spooned before.
The bass lines are phat, the booty be shaking, we all know we want to be involved but really, what the hell are you talking about?!
If you have found yourself asking this question when listening to the dope styles of any rap artist then the FFG has once again swooped to the rescue with the standard diligence of people who are not that interested and drink far too much which makes us slow and somewhat flatulent ‘of a morning’.
