Wheres my chains?!!!
I think its time for some senseless rambling. Whence for art thineself, Juliet? It is the handphone of destiny, and Ravi the titan shall save us from the plague that is red-butt baboons with his trusty M-16 and his military commando training!
Wheres my chains?!!!
Another issue bothering this chain lover would be the gasses which make bananas ripen. this notorious gas is called ethylene. I dont know how its all that notorious, as said by Mufasa from the Lion King, "Simba, we come from the grass, and when we eat the antelope, the antelope head-butt us, and as such, we go into comas and sing 'Karupu Chattei' with superstar Sarath Kumar and then take on Pakistani terrorist scum with 'vann-mann-yarmy' (one man army, for you non-indian accent interpreters) Vijaykanth whom looks like a puffed up goldfish on fat-roids.
However, note the girl hes dancing with. 100 bucks says shes half his age. Go superstarrrrr Vijaykanth!!!! 
Ahh, the many facets and faucets and what-not-cets of jealousy. Fret not Rajinikanth, through proper training, hair-transplants, and maybe a set of cool sungalsses, YOU too can look like Vijaykanth!
Res ipsa loquitur ya'll, the event shall speak for itself! And for all you Latin illiterates, to quote my cousin, its Jacobus!
Wheres my chains?!!!Wheres my chains?!!!Wheres my chains?!!!
Man, I've got TWO assignments due, and here I am doing this! Ooops, lil' slice of reality slipped in there... This should take the sting outta THAT!
Cheerio!
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