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Well, I reckoned I was long overdue for an update after the exhausting clicking-the-blue-men spree I went on. Felt like I sold my soul to the devil (meaning Guy Sebastian) with that one, and wished he looked like Elizabeth Hurley in Bedazzled more than anything else. But the sight of a lovely lady with Guy hair frightens me more than The Ring ever would, because I would hate to think of what other parts of her body is big, curly, and obnoxious. But then again, it's the devil and he/she's not supposed to look comforting or it goes against the whole "sin or die" theory. How effective would a devil be if its catchphrase was, "Sin! Please, and a cherry on top?" More people would want to do good deeds and we'd have more Ghandis in the world than Bin Ladens. Speaking of Ghandi, I wonder where he shopped for trousers. His were quite stylish, if they only were bigger. Or maybe only he could have pulled that off.
I spoke to Lee earlier because I haven't got much other people's screen names. Tisk tisk. But I promised him I'd write lovely fan-fiction about his arse. I have no clue how these go, but this is just for Lee.
{ O } nce upon a time, the photographers followed famous popstar Lee Ryan of S Club 7 Blue fame. Because his nature was naughty, he always exposed body parts in their general direction. One day, Lee was really drunk and mooned the camera. The following day, a familiar arse graced the cover of The Sun. It was Lee's bum! Soon, the bum gained international recognition and soon started its own website and got its own mailing address. Girls aged nine to thirteen sent in letters of love, while men over thirty sent in messages of another kind of love. One letter caught his attention - it was in a pink envelope. Bum met with the mysterious sender, and to his surprise, it was the other most beautiful bum he's ever seen besides his own. "Kiss my arse," said Bum. "Gladly," said the other and they engaged in the most beautiful but still disturbing bum-rub of all time. They lived happilly ever after on the cover page of every paparazzi magazine. The end.
I ought to have a nap before I write a power ballad song about that, record it tomorrow when I'm at the studio, and it becomes a soundtrack to a famous film. Or the new Neighbours opening theme.
If I frightened you, I apologise.
I spoke to Lee earlier because I haven't got much other people's screen names. Tisk tisk. But I promised him I'd write lovely fan-fiction about his arse. I have no clue how these go, but this is just for Lee.
{ O } nce upon a time, the photographers followed famous popstar Lee Ryan of S Club 7 Blue fame. Because his nature was naughty, he always exposed body parts in their general direction. One day, Lee was really drunk and mooned the camera. The following day, a familiar arse graced the cover of The Sun. It was Lee's bum! Soon, the bum gained international recognition and soon started its own website and got its own mailing address. Girls aged nine to thirteen sent in letters of love, while men over thirty sent in messages of another kind of love. One letter caught his attention - it was in a pink envelope. Bum met with the mysterious sender, and to his surprise, it was the other most beautiful bum he's ever seen besides his own. "Kiss my arse," said Bum. "Gladly," said the other and they engaged in the most beautiful but still disturbing bum-rub of all time. They lived happilly ever after on the cover page of every paparazzi magazine. The end.
I ought to have a nap before I write a power ballad song about that, record it tomorrow when I'm at the studio, and it becomes a soundtrack to a famous film. Or the new Neighbours opening theme.
If I frightened you, I apologise.