Monday, October 26, 2009
Mindphucker


Trust me, I'm a liar.


Cheers~ 12:33 AM




Saturday, October 17, 2009
Puck Man.


I'm just minding my own business, eating my delicious pellets, but no, you stupid ghosts gotta go chasing me around and making me angry. You won't like me when I'm angry. And now you've gone and gotten between me and my cherry. So now you've gotta ask yourselves: Do you feel lucky? Well do ya, punks?


Cheers~ 2:04 PM




Wednesday, October 14, 2009
Internet Ad Convention


Organizer: Settle down people, we're about to begin the ceremony for the 10,000th Visitor Awards.

Mustachioed Game Guy: But the winner isn't here yet!

Organizer: That's impossible. How's he going to claim his free iPod Nano?

Mustachioed Game Guy: He isn't. The guy's nuts. The other day I tried to give him a thousand bucks for winning the "Throw the Banana at the Monkey" game, and all he did was exit out of it.

Organizer: But...but...we put so much money into this! Guess Man's even got his "Celebrity Abs Guessing Game" booth set-up.

Guess Man: If he's not coming, I might as well just tell you guys. It was Eminem, not Abraham Lincoln.

The Protector: I doubt he even got the invite. I gave his computer a complimentary virus scan the other day while he was on some seedy website. Full of malware.

Credit Report: And let's not forget his dangerously low credit score!

Penis Enlarger: AND his dangerously small penis...


Hottest Girl Ever: *bursts into tears* Now I'm gonna have to message some other guy from my country who surfs RedTube. I'm so horny!

Organizer: Guys! GUYS! Calm down. He confirmed the invitation, he'll be here. Hell, he even told us where to hold the event!

Mustachioed Game Guy: Wait, he told you where to set-up? That's a little strange.*Eyes widen* Unless....

The Protector: IT'S A TRAP!

*Ad-Blocker kicks open the door and opens fire with an assault rifle. One by one he picks off the pop-ups. The only one left is a wounded Penis Enlarger.*

Penis Enlarger: You can kill me, but you can't stop natural male enhancement!

Ad-Blocker: Is it really natural if you need a pill?

*Penis Enlarger's head explodes.*


Cheers~ 2:09 AM




Thursday, October 8, 2009
Scorpio Rising


When you kiss the base of my spine
Make my body into your shrine
You give me this feeling deep inside
One that I can no longer disguise
While other snakes just shed their skins
Fucked holes pointing out my sins
Even though I realise that history's not on my side
Even though I realise the pioneer skin still curls up in my eyes

If I don't go crazy, I'll lose my mind
I saw a life before me but now I'm blind
I wanna go to heaven, never been there before
I wanna go to heaven, so you give me some more

Flying high upon the gallows
Too messed up to step out of the shadows
A drugged up heart that knows no sorrow
Rescued from this deep dark hole
Stick on these boots and sharpen the nails
Time is nigh for you leather girls
Maybe we should end this race
Vanish while we cannot leave no trace

If I don't go crazy, I'll lose my mind
I saw a life before me, but now I'm blind
See one-arm film stars on alien beaches
Potted gold and tattooed faces
Harrison murals on the corner, tupperware boxes full of hops
Diazepam dreams there catching streams
Paper dinosaurs flash blue and green
Still I've got a flash-bulb head
Still I've got a flash-bulb head

If I don't go crazy, I'll lose my mind
I saw a life before me but now I'm blind
I wanna go to heaven, never been there before
I wanna go to heaven, so you give me some more

Come along nice, come along dead
Scorpio rising, and paint it red
A psychic equalizer in your head
Come along nice, come along dead
Scorpio rising, and paint it red
A psychic equalizer in your head


Cheers~ 12:53 AM




Saturday, September 19, 2009
Douches


They are prepackaged garbage that is played instead of talented hardworking musicians. They are just a group of good looking teens that Disney uses to promote sex to children as well. I also dislike how they are promoting mediocrity.

What about how huge of a corporate sellout they've become? The fact that they aren't capable of playing their own music and have their backup band play them, while they take the credit. The fact they're more merchandise than musicians. They're marketed and target certain demographics just like any other product. Every aspect about them, from their music to their image is controlled and tweaked to maintain and increase popularity. They are a corporate invention that people buy into rather than a soulful inspired musical artist or band.

Trying to show people that they don't have to work hard is severely stunting the creative growth of the youth of the world.

That's why I personally hate the Jonas Brothers.


Cheers~ 6:31 PM




Saturday, September 12, 2009
Smosh Intros.


It's been a while since I've blogged, so I decided to post up this rant which is dedicated to every celebrity or athlete who has ever won something and couldn’t think of what to say, yet he or she kept on talking.

“I’m sorry… I’m at a loss for words.”

I have some advice for you. If in some way you allow the aforementioned phrase to seep out of your mouth in a moment of mental confinement, will you do all six of us in the real world a huge favor, and shut the hell up?

Walk away from whatever lectern, camera, microphone or reporter you’re standing in front of, and find something else to do with your idle mind. Preserve for us the precious few seconds you’re wasting so we can do something better with them than listen to you think of something to say after you have just told us you have nothing else to say.

Forget a figure of speech, it’s a bad cliché. Can you possibly think of how it makes us feel to know we are wasting away listening to you think? If I added up the time I’ve waited for someone to say something profound after excusing that phrase from their person, then subtracted that figure from my age of 17, I would be, I don’t know, 2?

This is not a gross exaggeration.

The first time I heard someone utter this phrase, I was in primary 2, and too young to recognize figures of speech. I took all things literally. If my father said, "You watch out when we get home, you just wait.", I didn’t laugh it off because he would follow through.

So when someone dare say “I don't know what to say... I’m at a loss for words,” I expect them to stop talking. But, to my surprise, few people do. They take it as an opportunity to soak up as much undeserved attention as possible.

"I...just don't know what to say .... I just want to let you know that accomplishing this was just really, really hard, and it took alot of effort. Thank you."

Really? It took effort to form that simplistic-ass sentence and purse your lips to release it? Would you please just shut the …



... I don't know ... I'm frustrated ... I'm walking away now because I'm at a loss for words.


Cheers~ 2:34 PM




Sunday, August 16, 2009
*insert paradoxial phrase here*


CAPS LOCK IS CRUISE CONTROL FOR COOL!


Cheers~ 3:09 PM






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