And that is only because it came up automatically with my google address and password in the login box. Had it not been for that, I would still be flailing with email address and password combinations for the foreseeable future.
Anyway yes, the point of that paragraph can be more succinctly wrote as "I haven't updated this shit in a while". I could embellish on the reasons for this by creating an intense regaling of international, top secret black-ops missions that I may or may not have participated in over the summer. But I won't do that to you. And MI6 won't let me.
But yeah, this post is for two reasons:
1. Too prompt me to update and
2. See how well I write when I need a piss very badly
Oh man, I just felt the universal throbbing of the bladder when it wants to empty and it feels like piss is 3/4 of the way down your cock. I say universal, I don't actually know of course. I also wonder if women feel the same kind of thing sans cock but mit minge.
Oh yes, three languages combined to form a coherent sentence.
Right, going for a main vein drain.
Saturday, 22 September 2007
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Thursday, 29 March 2007
An Evening
A hello and long time, no bloggage and the bad news must be spoken. I shall do this without haste as it hurts to even think about; Dominos have ended the 555 deal. This has meant the end to the Dominos Thursday. It has temporarily become "Subway + Ben & Jerry's Thursday" which, is a suitable replacement.
During the hour long period we spent mourning and thinking of gourmet alternatives, I looked out the window in a fluid, yet pensive motion. Gazing down through the pouring rain, illuminated by the incandescent lights that form a perimeter about the courtyard, three Chinese students were playing badminton; two with racquets and the other seemingly refereeing. How they could see is quite beyond me (not because of the "slanty [sic] eyes ", rather because of the light...) but they persevered, in a retard-playing-with-matches kind of way.
Ironically, disregarding the conditions they were swinging (and missing) at 'cocks like pissed off feminists which is very poor for a nation that is traditionally good at the sport. The equivalent of a black man sans 'sass'.
During the hour long period we spent mourning and thinking of gourmet alternatives, I looked out the window in a fluid, yet pensive motion. Gazing down through the pouring rain, illuminated by the incandescent lights that form a perimeter about the courtyard, three Chinese students were playing badminton; two with racquets and the other seemingly refereeing. How they could see is quite beyond me (not because of the "slanty [sic] eyes ", rather because of the light...) but they persevered, in a retard-playing-with-matches kind of way.
Ironically, disregarding the conditions they were swinging (and missing) at 'cocks like pissed off feminists which is very poor for a nation that is traditionally good at the sport. The equivalent of a black man sans 'sass'.
Monday, 26 March 2007
A Scorrick of Information
I walked passed three Muslim girls today, two of which had the 'peep scarf' (Noel Fielding, 2007) on. The other, without the head dress was singing "I can see clearly now..." (Bob Marley - I Can See Clearly). Rather fitting, I thought.
Friday, 23 March 2007
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