No more reality shows for me, from now on im only watching quality scripted shows ........ "Next up ..... Law & Order...... Elevator Inspectors Unit" .....Damn it
LiveJournal is the devil's handbook
So i guess that makes me the devil.... or would it just make everybody in the world that has a livejournal a devil; but can there be more than one devil? Then we go into the question of whether or not there is a devil. And should Devil be capitalized? These are questions that nobody really cares about, or do they; you know who you are! You sit there with your ironed shirt, european pants and fancy shoes. You're a slave to the system, but the system needs you to survive, so in a sense the system is a slave to you. And by system i mean time, and by time i mean existence and by ...... etc. Which leads us to the conculsion that man is nothing more than a tap to a keg. Some are born great, some suck; some are macguyvered into a work of art; not only that but..... wait, thats not right. Man is nothing more than Easymac, i think thats about right,... just enough to get the job done.... and tasty! But what about about mankind? To me electric football is a metaphor for mankind, aways shaking, always moving around, never quite knowing where its going and ..... wait a minute!.... mankind is nothing like electric football!... its just a stupid game that doesn't work!...get the hell outta of my livejournal! ...........
you heard me!
GET OUT!
Jerk!
Bitch!
I don't need you, i got better things to do than talk to you
okay that was a lie, i don't
sorry about that jerk comment,........ but i think the bitch comment was accurate
So i was plaing my gamecube the other day when i realized that i never learned how to play the tuba, .... i cried for the next two hours. I mean think about it, i don't have a tuba career to fall back on. What happens 20 years down the line when i get laid off from my job and there is a demand for tuba players; i won't be able to fall back on tuba lifesytle, i'll forced sell off parts of my body and join the army; and by then the army would have joined with abercrombie & fitch; god knows how much my standard army clothes are gonna cost, but at least i'll be up to date with all the fashion. And then i'll die, not because i got shot, but because the world will be over come with giant mushrooms that throw nuclear cell phones at you. I would originally try to make an alliance with them, which would eventually fail because i would double cross them and steal all their gold. Then they would kill me with a pencil.......a Giant pencil....that eats people and watches Will & Grace. (Sigh)..... I am not looking forward to my funeral... what a grim future. Matt kelly becomes president,.... Joe owns the largest distributor of bumber cars in the world,..... steve-o is lost in space,..... Pat finds out the cure for every disease in the world, but only use the profits to make his movie about Pepto-Bismol,.... TJ becomes the king of France,... Rui is the only basketball player left in the world, BJ has an underwater city, and Bry and Chris fell in a hole,..... Mr. Sica colonized Mars, but doesn't have any washer and dryer services.
Well i just looked outside my window and i see that there is snow all over my water, plus i just realized that i am thirsty and i have to pee, so i'm a little confused on what to do. Also, if i stare at my pencil sharpener, i think i can see the center of the universe, wait!... does that mean that the center of the universe is right there!...I'm gonna put my sharpener in my pants, that way when girls come up to me and ask,"Hey Jon, wheres the center of the universe?" I can be like, "You'll find out later babe." (Wink) Its a win win situation.
Where does the time go, it feels like just yesterday i was shooting that guy in th back for looking at this girl that one day i might go up to say hi and ask her over to my place for some tea and time travel (and by time travel i mean sex) ....but anyway, now i have some work to do, there is no more time for the causal killing spree; fucking democrates,.... that reminds me,...... im not wearing shoes. Oh wait, ya i am.
Oh no!.... its tuesday..... you know that means don't you.....don't you! It means i didn't do my work...... or did i, when you weren't looking?
Think about that one
Yea... Weren't expecting that were you
So i guess that makes me the devil.... or would it just make everybody in the world that has a livejournal a devil; but can there be more than one devil? Then we go into the question of whether or not there is a devil. And should Devil be capitalized? These are questions that nobody really cares about, or do they; you know who you are! You sit there with your ironed shirt, european pants and fancy shoes. You're a slave to the system, but the system needs you to survive, so in a sense the system is a slave to you. And by system i mean time, and by time i mean existence and by ...... etc. Which leads us to the conculsion that man is nothing more than a tap to a keg. Some are born great, some suck; some are macguyvered into a work of art; not only that but..... wait, thats not right. Man is nothing more than Easymac, i think thats about right,... just enough to get the job done.... and tasty! But what about about mankind? To me electric football is a metaphor for mankind, aways shaking, always moving around, never quite knowing where its going and ..... wait a minute!.... mankind is nothing like electric football!... its just a stupid game that doesn't work!...get the hell outta of my livejournal! ...........
you heard me!
GET OUT!
Jerk!
Bitch!
I don't need you, i got better things to do than talk to you
okay that was a lie, i don't
sorry about that jerk comment,........ but i think the bitch comment was accurate
So i was plaing my gamecube the other day when i realized that i never learned how to play the tuba, .... i cried for the next two hours. I mean think about it, i don't have a tuba career to fall back on. What happens 20 years down the line when i get laid off from my job and there is a demand for tuba players; i won't be able to fall back on tuba lifesytle, i'll forced sell off parts of my body and join the army; and by then the army would have joined with abercrombie & fitch; god knows how much my standard army clothes are gonna cost, but at least i'll be up to date with all the fashion. And then i'll die, not because i got shot, but because the world will be over come with giant mushrooms that throw nuclear cell phones at you. I would originally try to make an alliance with them, which would eventually fail because i would double cross them and steal all their gold. Then they would kill me with a pencil.......a Giant pencil....that eats people and watches Will & Grace. (Sigh)..... I am not looking forward to my funeral... what a grim future. Matt kelly becomes president,.... Joe owns the largest distributor of bumber cars in the world,..... steve-o is lost in space,..... Pat finds out the cure for every disease in the world, but only use the profits to make his movie about Pepto-Bismol,.... TJ becomes the king of France,... Rui is the only basketball player left in the world, BJ has an underwater city, and Bry and Chris fell in a hole,..... Mr. Sica colonized Mars, but doesn't have any washer and dryer services.
Well i just looked outside my window and i see that there is snow all over my water, plus i just realized that i am thirsty and i have to pee, so i'm a little confused on what to do. Also, if i stare at my pencil sharpener, i think i can see the center of the universe, wait!... does that mean that the center of the universe is right there!...I'm gonna put my sharpener in my pants, that way when girls come up to me and ask,"Hey Jon, wheres the center of the universe?" I can be like, "You'll find out later babe." (Wink) Its a win win situation.
Where does the time go, it feels like just yesterday i was shooting that guy in th back for looking at this girl that one day i might go up to say hi and ask her over to my place for some tea and time travel (and by time travel i mean sex) ....but anyway, now i have some work to do, there is no more time for the causal killing spree; fucking democrates,.... that reminds me,...... im not wearing shoes. Oh wait, ya i am.
Oh no!.... its tuesday..... you know that means don't you.....don't you! It means i didn't do my work...... or did i, when you weren't looking?
Think about that one
Yea... Weren't expecting that were you