Monday, 29 December 2008
The sphincter of reprimanding a thing of measure (not famous amos cookies, that would be weird)
Thursday, 18 December 2008
The Finickiness of Control Panels

Saturday, 13 December 2008
Is the is the is, the bad engrand's is...
I is the painings very the bad is. The chains is the wheres?!!!
And is the pregnant whales is the bites me the is the is? Why is she the bites me the is the is!
And is the Nancy Drew's the mamak is? I is the prevented from the playings the XBOX 360 is because mother is the watches this movies is the is. Is the sad.
Is the prace the goods? Yes, I is the says so, but is the very sads with the potential catchings. I is very feels the bads. Now I is the drown the sorrows with 4 hours of the Space is the Dead the is (Dead Space). Is the necromorph bite my head!!!
I is the feels the pains for the single mothers!
Do we haves the hearts??
No, we is not, but why should I give money to a junkie just so he is the leavings me the alones?
Friday, 12 December 2008
100,000$ cars, everybody got it!

Tuesday, 2 December 2008
I'm a Lead Farmer **********er!!!!

The other day, I received a call from Yelizer. He said he wanted his space clippers back. NO!!!! And then, the mind possession began, and before I knew it, the line was riding up my crack!!!!
Wheres my chains??!!!Wheres my chains??!!!Wheres my chains??!!!Wheres my chains??!!!Wheres my chains??!!!
1 down, 1 more to go!!! Haha, yeah, now you know that you dont mess with the ex-universe trimmer! When will the nano-tyrannosaurus rex win? When it learns to NOT mess with an angry mama T-Rex, thats when!!! Heres a septic attack against you!!! Hahaahahahahahah!!!
Wheres my chains??!!!Wheres my chains??!!!
But then again, ask yourself, why did not big papa rex care? I think its that whole bond between mother and child thing. Rip em' and display em'!!! Rawrrrr!!!! No sizing up for this one!!!
Wheres my chains??!!!Wheres my chains??!!!Wheres my chains??!!!Wheres my chains??!!!Wheres my chains??!!!
I, for one, am a huge advocate of acting demure if you look like you measure your trouser size in hectares. PLEASE dont sit on me!!! And if you cant act, fake!! And if you cant fake, become a lead farmer!! Or fly me to the moon... Is it really that hard? I mean, Laika did it, and shes still ok (although shes dead, I hate dog years!)
Wheres my chains??!!!Wheres my chains??!!!
How is it atrocious? Whence is it not? Will these cretins from the denizen Ooglah ever be excreted back into the sewers whence they came from? Or shall Doraemon do it? Aung Aung Aung, Aung eneh maaney suci, tora ey, maamu!!!