Wait, Fish Tacos are real??
...shit, I always kinda assumed 'fish taco' was some form of derogatory slang..

The Urban Improv group I belong to is gonna stage a watergun fight in Victoria Park in London on August 17th (That's a Sunday) All you have to do is show up, wear either Red or Blue to show which team you belong to and then run amok. Walk around the park nonchalantly, pretend to be a regular person and then you whip out your watergun at the ( Read more... )

I seriously wonder how people can believe in ghosts if this is the best proof they can put forth ( Read more... )

You know something is wrong when the dream you've just had contains the phrase 'noodly appendage' more than 50 times ( Read more... )

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See more funny videos at Funny or Die...After watching this I get to wondering...whatever happened to that cart after we left it? We did our best to help the cart in it's journey back on towards home, Ashley even risked her own safety, riding the skittish cart to reassure it...And ( Read more... )

Just for the record I can't hang out today ( Read more... )

...It's not like I've never before realized that I think some pretty freaking weird things over while filling my time, but meh, this time I happened to be online and not doing much in paticular so I might as well write it down as my journal entry for the day. Not that I need to post to my journal every day, but I enjoy looking back over past ( Read more... )

I keep feeling a strange need to inflict the results of my odd fanfiction journeys upon other hapless people that would probably be a lot happier (though doubtlessly more bored) if they never had to read the things I stumble across in my travels through the realm of badfics.
So onto tonight's entertainments!

( Warning! The excerpts under this cut may cause seizures. )

I fly fleetingly through fields of pancakes that wave wistfully and I whistle past. The sea below screams of the tormet of happiness and engulfs the sun as it sets into the evening tide. The clouds pay homage with sorrowfully melodies upon harps made of gold and caramel, it makes me think of Tuesdays. 'Enough' I say as I pass beneath the waves, ( Read more... )

The writing boards wail streams of music as they charge into the fray amongst the masses of broken dolls and stranded dreams. The current moves fast and soon the notes pile upon the backs of others, and the burden grows until the veritable damn breaks and calamity the colour of the sky washes down to drench the emotions of the unprotected that lay ( Read more... )