Top shape.

Look, guys, the internet IS the only place to freely express yourself and what you want to say. It's the ultimate first amendment...place... and there should be no question about that.

but there is a line not to be crossed.

DON'T.TALK.SHIT.ABOUT.BRODIE.

Don't mother-fucking EEEEEEVER talk shit about brodie. EVER. It's about respect. IT'S ABOUT RESPECT.

A tale of the Tail of Fail

There once of a tail of fail,
it just couldn't do what was untailed!
So it went to the bay
and stumble on hay,
Without fail the tail went "KepBaaaaaaaail!"

But seriously, folks, I haven't not unforgotten about this blog. It's actually one of the few things that I actually do when I'm bored! As for what is expected of me for this blog... well...
Screw you! Let's see your Blog, huh? I'm trying, okay!? It's very difficult!
It's not like I can draw anything other than Luigi and Mew! Perhaps That's all you want!? Mew's and Luigi's until the day I die? You want me to be a one trick pony? Hopping around on my fracking two legged pony ass playing tricks for your pompus, fat, unrespecting, obese, zitty, over-wieght chirldren???!!!

SCREW YOU!

I'll do whatever I want on MY BLOG (hosted, for free, by Blogpsot.com! The greatest free blog site in all of the internet! Join today and share in the fun!)This is my bastion! My Fortress! I'm only letting you in 'cause I'm ballin' like that!

I'm the forth grade king, Baby!

Water man, you heard the man!, WATER!

Relief from sexual discorse

SO! some of my readers have been asking questions. This isn't so bad, PER SAY, but one questioneer in particular had this to say:

"Dear SIGNIFIGANT OTHER,

How do I cure my sexual discorse? I WAS on track but now I'm off track and my HONEY is suffering because of it!
Wat should I doooooooooo???6!

With love,
Charlie Hansen of the Fruit Frugg Fliers"

Well Charlie. The cure for sexual discorse is simple. As simple as eating a pear.

If you eat one pear(no share!) there'll be no problems!
And ploblems are the only things holding you back. That and Hugo the monster bulldoùzer.

HERO TABS

Honey hens

U go up 2 a hony an U say "hoooonney U wanna b my honey??" an shes lik "Tsch! i ain't wannin 2 b ur honey! U uuogly!" and U say "come one honey i no u wud mak a good honey for me an u no i treat u right!" an she gets all up in yo gril an shes lik "U dont no me! ill be hoo evrs honey i want 2 be!" an shes all steamin an shit an ur like "honey please! u ant nedin 2 b so sour" an she storms of an is all lik "shut ur uogly stupid, face!"
but u know u hav her hart.

Camcorder shenanigans

What's up suckas? This is me, comingatcha with my new.... blogspot blog!

So I've recently repaired an old RCA VCR Camcorder. Indeed. The games are affot now, my firends. YES

Tales of the Habitual Dissin

Colonel Digital_W0rld stood at the ready on the front lines. His brow was sweating with sweat and his digits were quite at the ready. His buldging, far-seeing far-seers saw farly, but they could not still see the seeings (which, quite ironically, were, IN FACT, not as far away as the the Seeings would've hoped.)
"ZonDS!" and "CA-DOOSHIN" as the branches flew! The mayham arrived with such quickness it was quite unstoppable to attempt to stop!
But Cl. Digital_W0rld found a way.
The seeings were defeated for the day! Their troops withdrew and the spoils of the victory on Colonel Mustard's victolly were joyous and plentiful.
...but all was not well. For The Seeings brooded on their defeat and they SWORE that they would return....with an AVENGENCE!!!!!!!

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--O-- o-- é -. -. -. X---- X ------D
----UUU-- ---P------D
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whaaaaat

looooooooooolo

WAtwtatawa

Gabrioola bars are the worst things ever. They shouldn't even have chocolat in them, it's not like you can even taste the "Belgium" chocolate.

I love them.

Cent-Wise.

Nothing new has happened.

My finger is infected and my hands are getting quite rough. Rugged some would say. This is a good thing.

Something has happened!

Cookie, cookie, cookie, cookie

Cookies are delicious and slimes are ferocious.

The following may ofend you.

I just wanna play video games.

Soon I start work at Manitou. There are things there. Dangerous things. I will remain resolute in my journey, though.

Confusion unite!

Group life.

Group life is good, blah, blah, blah, all that jazz. Sometimes, though, a guy`s just gotta break away from the mold, you know? Remind himslef that he is an indivdual (such as it's worth).

Slime.

Kivamitak

Hello my adored visitors! I am ont dead! Not yet anyway.

I am, in fact, in Quebec right now. Hanging loose with 10 other peeps.

It's bon. Trè Bon.

Anywho, everything is going pretty good. Not a lot of computer time, so I dont`know how much I can update is bastard.

But I`ll do my best.

WAT,

TUESDAY, SEPTEMBER 9, 2008 Epilogue

So my experiment was a major success!

I discovered many a things about my self and what kind of a drunk I am. I was able to walk and think coherently, my cousin's girl thought I'm gay (and she may still), I was able to think I can do some advance counting... but I can't! I couldn't eat oreos or look at a TV. DS was out of the question! Finally, I got sick and didn't have a hang-over!

Good times

for the first time ever, I am drunk. It's hard to dype and to look at a compurter screen. 

I am writing this blog because I think it is funny. So ha ha ha. 

Also, it feels like a prolonged headrush and many dizzy-ness. I also am able to swear more oftWill I remember tomorrow? ma7be.

Anywho, I don't feel good any Stefan Colbert is on T.V. Fuck his word he can suck off.

I'm tired and Umma beat me at the game of life. It makes sense 'cuase I'm drunk/

everythiung feels like a headrushj

Good night and I shouldn't frink agsao.m.

namaste,

Ricky "(he's drunk right now (sept. 10th, 08))" Flatfuckassbitch.

Surrealism at it's best.

And lo, he did speak.
"Uponith my brow lay the sweetest of nectars, and the bitterest of dark chocolate."
-"but melord" Vassal leid said "What-eth about your hand?"

and verily the Ballin' lord did smote him.
Adn all was forgiven.

Ah! Of butter peanuts & faces!

Today I opened up a fresh new jar of crunchy peanut butter. As due protocols I made sure to check for any life or living organisms. Lucky for me, and the food industry, I found no life. BUT I did find something pretty disconcerting.

A face.


This puzzled me. How did this face arise? What was it's purpose? What significance does this have? Why me??
I couldn't think on such an empty stomach. I needed substance to tackle these lemmas.
So I made a sandwich! A delicious (and nutritious) peanut-butter sandwich.

It wasn't long after I took my first bite that I realized my folly.


Oh well! At least the Sandwich was good.

Some true stuff goin' on.

Fight!?

Lockeappa stared at Michealokou. "Believe in me who believes in you!" John Nappalocke said. "Screw you bo-day" was the steadfast reply. "It seems we are at a stand-still gentlemen," Jingeta said with a coo "Might I suggest.... some sort of face off?".

The air was still.

The only movement was of that of a butterfly struggling to fly, it's flyers were badly damaged by a butterfly gremlin, then, suddenly, Nap-Locka charged at Son-Michealko!




One remained standing at the end of the bout.

An important word from our friend Puff.

The Two Steps to Not Being Afraid

Step 1.
The first step to no longer being afraid is to see things as they really are.

Step 2.
Have the courage to try. You may fail but at least you have made the effort.

Lethbridge Smells Like Meat

It's been very surreal here in Lethbridge the past few days (I live in Lethbridge). I've been smelling a odd, lingering meaty smell. But it's not familiar.

Now, I don't want to toot my own horn here but I am quite the smeller. If I smell something I can usually tell where it came from or what it is. Such is not the case with this new meaty smell.

I will investigate further and report my findings.

To the Max

To begin my Blog I must get something off my chest.

I love egg.

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