DamGuy, you got some 'splainin' to do!
After an entire afternoon lost in my own thoughts, I have come to the conclusion that I, the Mad Musician, have become the target of my very own internet stalker. It's flattering, really, and I do invite her into my blog with open arms (albeit holding a switchblade and a plank with a nail in it), because she tends to agree with every damn thing I say... and that's the only think keeping me from dusting off the ol' ass-kicking boots.
That, and she's over 1,000 miles away. I'm being targeted from Illinois, people.
Surely it must be some kind of elaborate sceme set in motion by the National Federation of Trasvestite Nazi Prostitutes (NFTNP) to shut down my bigotous operation for continually exposing them and their plans to construct for themselves a new world order - a sickass transsexual fourth reich, if you will - by means of systematically pissing on public toilet seats to cause a nationwide distraction (think in terms of everyone simultaneously sitting in a puddle of piss and bitching about how gross it it for the next fifteen minutes, and you'll have a good idea of the scope of this distraction).
There's just no other explanation for it. I've been targeted by an agent of the NFTNP.
Or maybe DamGuy's just sending smurfed-out pictures of me to all of his girlfriend's friends up in Illinois.
Yep. That's it, we're throwing down. I'm calling you out, DamGuy. After we see "Click," we'll thumb wrestle for the privelege of staying in Palm Coast. The loser... must leave.
But regardless, welcome to the fold, Bnd_Nrd01. As long as you agree with every damn thing I say, there shouldn't be any problems.
The Mad Musician
That, and she's over 1,000 miles away. I'm being targeted from Illinois, people.
Surely it must be some kind of elaborate sceme set in motion by the National Federation of Trasvestite Nazi Prostitutes (NFTNP) to shut down my bigotous operation for continually exposing them and their plans to construct for themselves a new world order - a sickass transsexual fourth reich, if you will - by means of systematically pissing on public toilet seats to cause a nationwide distraction (think in terms of everyone simultaneously sitting in a puddle of piss and bitching about how gross it it for the next fifteen minutes, and you'll have a good idea of the scope of this distraction).
There's just no other explanation for it. I've been targeted by an agent of the NFTNP.
Or maybe DamGuy's just sending smurfed-out pictures of me to all of his girlfriend's friends up in Illinois.
Yep. That's it, we're throwing down. I'm calling you out, DamGuy. After we see "Click," we'll thumb wrestle for the privelege of staying in Palm Coast. The loser... must leave.
But regardless, welcome to the fold, Bnd_Nrd01. As long as you agree with every damn thing I say, there shouldn't be any problems.
The Mad Musician