Satiring me out I love satire, me. However, what I'm reading on this group, of recent, is restly unimaginative. I look out for top satirical types all the time but the tired old "I drank a bottle of 2005 Chateau Toilet Duck with my Big Mac yesterday" is the kind of material even the most average schoolboy can pull out of his pimply ar$e. Are you the kind of person who thinks they're going to make it as a writer, and gets together with his mates to compare shallow scripts composed of self-conscious guffawing and backslapping all the time knowing deep down you're a worthless unimaginative puddle of dog vomit? Someone who, whilst you think you are already hilarious, would gleefully go nine rounds in the back of a van with a testosterone-fuelled Mike Tyson after he'd been forced to read startlingly graphic hardcore loveography whilst sitting on his hands for 12 months, in the vain hope of having a thousandth of the talent behind works like the UK's BrbuttEye or the US's Simpsons. Jeez, if wine cognoscenti are flaccid idiots in need of a drop-kick then their critics seem to be lining their ar$es up for a field goal. So, I'm pleading with y'all. Get funny eh? Or else, don't bother. Here's a tip - start with a punchline and then work back from there. Actually - on second thoughts, don't. 
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