Friday, October 24, 2008

HOOOLEEEE SHIIIEEEEEET

OOOOOOOOGHUGHUUGGHHThe Swift Flight Form is now available on the trainer at level 71, requiring 300 riding skill, and FligFE

anyway FOOOOOOFOFOFO

Wednesday, October 15, 2008

Millimeters of sanity

Every time I think I'm happy, someone tells me I'm depressed. I insist I'm not, but they insist I am. Then someone else agrees with them, but no one agrees with me. Who do I trust? Can I get a third opinion? I don't know how I am anymore.

Tuesday, October 14, 2008

Sooper dee dooper

Alone in Russia with 2 American dollars to my name. That's the last time I use Travelocity!

Sunday, October 5, 2008

SILANT HOLL SEVEN REVOW!!

SLANT HOLE SEVN IS DA FIFTH IN DA SERIS OF DA SLANTED HOLES CERIS ITS ABOUT A TOWN CALLED SPOOKY HILL!!! ITS WHERE CRAZY PEOPLE IMAGINE GHOSTS AND GO TO THE TOWN FOR REALS!!! I IS FILLED WITH SPOOKY EXISTIENTCIALSM AND OTHER SPOOKYs!!! SPOOKY@!@


GARFIX:E DIS GAME SI DA HD MASTERPIEZX OI GIF DA GAME GODS EVN DA DFRAMERAT SUMTIESM A LITL SLO GAM PRETY GOOD ALR AOUDN AND DA NURSES AR DA HOTTEST OF DA SERIEWS!!! I CAME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!11SEVN

FINAL SCORE: TIMES 56/GOAT

MUSIC: NO MUSIXXK IN DIS SERIS ONLY GOQATS GROANIN AND DA SOUND OF CLOCKS AND ALRMS AND SIRENS!!!! SIRENS!! LOTS OF AIR RAID SIRNESs CAUSE WE AR UDNR ADATAK! AND METAL CLANGIN NOISES

FINAL SCORE: 1/.5

GAMEPLAY: COAMBATS IMPROVED CU Z U R A SOLDIAR!!!112 BUT NOT SO MUCHZ DAT U R ARNT CSCARED CUZ DER IS NO AMMOZ EVR AND DA ENEMSI KWILL FUK YU UP OKAY SO WATCH OUT I WUNRED U

FINAL SCORE: EAZY E/PUBLIC ENEMY

STOREY: IDN DIS GAME U R LIKE A REAL PERSON CAUZ INSTED OF CRYIN ABOUT UR LOST DAUGHTER OR SUM WIFE U MURDERD THAT NEVER HAPPENS U R CRYIN ABOUT UR PARENTS WHO DONT CARE ABOU U DIS HAPPENS 9 TIMES OUTTA TEN IN AMERIKKA OR SO MY SOURCES TELL ME BTW MY SOURCSE ARE MY LARGE TOES

FINAL SCORE: BISHOP/TERMINATOR 2

TOTAL GAME SCORE: Photobucket



So yeah I thought it was pretty good.

Friday, October 3, 2008

The first paragraph from a story I'm writing.

“Well sir it's uhh... like this you see...” Oliver stared at the man across the desk fumbling about with his glasses and the paper he seemed to be attempting to read to him. The man was a sweaty balding man in an ill-fitting black suit and tie with amazingly thick glasses. He took another sip of his coffee, trying desperately not to spill it with his already shaking hands, and finally licked his lips to give another shot at giving Oliver the news. “Your parents are both, well, dead.” This news really bothered Oliver. He didn't burst into tears or grit his teeth though. What he did was snap his fingers and say: “Dang! Mother was going to make my favorite casserole tonight.”