The People Must Know

If anyone reading this ever has this error message appear on their computers, call tech support immediately. Then find the nearest bomb shelter and wait 12 years for the background radiation to die down to a safe level.

On a slightly less serious note, there are some things I wanted to say that are of little importance to anyone who isn't me. Which you aren't. As opposed to the usual mind vomit, I suppose this post could be classified as something my mind had recently eaten then regurgitated before it had even entered the stomach.

...I may have to draw a picture of that later... Something for you to look forward to when I'm not posting at 1:50am!

First off, for the few of you who will understand this, anyone subscribed to the Silly Mind Vomit Happy World feed might... not... be... anymore. Google appears to have eaten the website I originally used, and in the process, seemed to fuck up my feedage six ways from sunday.

TL;DR: If for some reason you actually clicked that link on the left and subscribed to this shit, you might have to do it again for it to keep working, I dunno. Not being on the receiving end I'm not sure.

Secondly, my school is better than yours. We watch movies every Friday, play Xbox 360, LAN stuff occasionally, and do battle with each other with Nerf Guns. Any actual work we do involves fucking with reality by means of 3D animation. Occasionally there is chocolate. In short:


Thirdly, Senator Censorship Conroy will be appearing on Q&A on Thursday at 9:30pm I think. For those of you who don't know:

• Senator Conroy is the one trying to put that stupid nation-wide internet filter in place, and, for lack of a better defense against the overwhelming amount of evidence that shows just how badly that would fuck things up, states that anyone opposed to the filter supports child pornography.
• Q&A is a show on the ABC where the general public can submit a list of questions directed at the guests which they will then answer then and there.

Let's see how long he can last before being crushed by an armour-plated tank of reason.


Fourthly, "Howl's Moving Castle" has got to be some of the trippiest shit I have ever seen. Google it if you don't really value your sanity and you have a large supply of WTFs on standby.

Fifthly, Finally, Conclusively, and Lazily...
G'night. Remind me to stop staying up this late... *dies*



- Squirrel245


"Snake... When I was a little girl -"

*punch* "Amazing. Let's go."

- Metal Gear Awesome 2

Silly Mind Vomit Happy Omniblog No. 1

Oh, hello there internet. It's been a while huh? Long time no see and all that.

...My god you've gotten fat since I last saw you ANYWAY, The reason I haven't bloggerised for a few weeks isn't purely because of laziness. No, part of the reason why is because I've thought of something to blog about, then realized I would have said everything I'd have wanted to say in about 3 sentences, which just doesn't justify a blog post around here.

You heard me. Even this pitiful excuse for a blog has standards. Be silent, infidel.

So then I was watching some old Ask a Ninja podcasts on my iPod, when I came across a podcast where the ninja answered a good 15 or so questions, instead of doing his usual "1 question per episode" thing. The answers he gave for them were much shorter and much less involved than the answers he normally gives for the questions he gets.

He called this particular episode "Ninja Omnibus".

"That gives me an idea!" I thought to myself. "I could do a blog post where -"

If by this point, you still can't see where I'm going with this, put a light bulb in your mouth, stick your head in a microwave, set the microwave to "noodles", videotape the results, and send the video to your parents with the words "I'M A BIG KID NOW" scribbled across it with a green crayon.

And so, it is with great pleasure and mild intoxication that I present the first of what will surely be a couple of omnibus-type blogs, each containing 3 or more miniblogs, which I shall call:

SILLY MIND VOMIT HAPPY WORLD
OMNIBLOG NO.1

Miniblog 1
Subject: Them's Fightin' Woids!


You know what I like? Creative threats.

It may just be because I'm a sick, twisted, and generally horrible person, but I truly think that the creation (or just improvisation) of unusual, snappy, painful sounding and mental-image-spawning threats is an art form. Or at the very least, an amusing skill to have.

There's the threats that are completely absurd and couldn't possibly be followed through without having magic powers, like "I'm going to sodomize you with the Eiffel tower! AND I HAVEN'T DECIDED WHICH END WILL BE INSERTED FIRST!".

Then there's the threats which are actually possible to carry out, but are delivered in such a way and with such detail that they're much... Zazzier, like "I'm going to pry apart your ribcage with a crowbar then stick a cherry bomb in the wound!"

But there are also the threats that try to sound creative, and end up failing spectacularly. Either they're dragged out so long that anyone listening gets bored and kills the person making the threat, or they're just way too simplistic and boring.... or both.

"I'm going to punch you in the face, and then I'm going to kick you in the legs!"

"I'm going to run you over with my car until you're dead, find a way to bring people back from the dead, bring you back from the dead, shoot you until you're almost dead, then cover you in acid til you die, bring you back from the dead again, stab you until you're almost out of blood, then..." etc.

I'd ask people to leave some of their favourite creative threats in the comments section, but the only person who reads this anymore is the same person who writes it. So I'll use Google to find some later when I feel like lolling at them.

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Miniblog 2 Subject: I am a Fucking Snitch


It's a known fact that the police sometimes decide to crack down on speeding when they've noticed that it's become a serious problem in a certain area. They send giant battalions of patrol cars, pursuit vehicles, tanks, gunships, and Vikings riding T-Rexes to this location and enforce the hell out of the speed limit until the people start to tremble in fear about going down a hill, because of the possibility that gravity may tip them over the limit for even a split second.

I thoroughly support these kind of anti-speeding blitzkrieg operations. They make the road safer, the lights on the cars look awesome (flashy light fun happy make!), and they actively fight the overwhelming stupidity of the human race. Unfortunately you don't really see many of these crack downs. Most people will tell you that they're reserving their man power and cars for murders, rapes, robberies, and reports of people watching Big Brother.

I think they're just not sure where to look for hotspots of driver-based idiocy. So today, a very rare thing will take place. I'm going to be a good little vegemite and tell on the bad people.

In fact, using highly sophisticated mapping technology (*COUGH*googlemaps*COUGH*) and hours of observing and plotting areas of concern, I am able to present the Australian Federal Police with a detailed map that displays each individual area I feel is worthy of their attention.

If you will kindly direct your eyes or scroll wheel downward...

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Miniblog 3 Subject: OH SHIT! FANGIRLS!


There's a long list of shows, bands, books, movies, characters, etc. that have developed armies of rabid fangirls who enthusiastically support anything and everything about them. If you're unsure about what I mean when I say "rabid fangirls", Frank West and his zombie friends volunteered to create a visual aid to make explaining it a lot easier.

The zombies represent rabid fangirls, and Frank West represents the object of the rabid fangirls' deification. The zombies really did their homework on rabid fangirls before they got together with Frank to create this shot:



For the most part, I've been Switzerland about rabid fangirls. My opinion has basically been "That's kinda pathetic, but whatever, there are more annoying groups of people on this planet."

So anyway, a movie based on a book came out recently, and there were rabid fangirls attached to both. Yeah, I heard that exasperated sigh from here, and I fucking agree.

I hadn't heard about the books until the ads for the movie started invading every single webpage I decided to visit. Now after finishing the quick wikipedia search I did out of confusion, I came to the conclusion that I personally hate Twilight for it's pussification of vampires, but decided to just ignore it and let it and its rabid fangirls pass into mercifully distant memory.

Then a couple of weeks later, I start seeing threads appear in some of the forums I visit entitled things like "Holy shit... twitard rage" or something similar. I thought they'd just be posts complaining about the unwavering support for the books that seemed to have swept the female teenage population of the western world.

But no. These threads were about rabid Twilight fangirls who had actually attacked someone because they said something like "I hate Twilight". Crazed teenage bitches who'd thrown bricks at people, or attempted to put their eyes out with a pencil for not liking Twilight. I've only heard of this kind of extremism coming from Twilight fangirls, but I'm sure as humanity gets stupider and more decadent, there will be many more incidents like this involving some new object of "worship".

I am only going to say this once, so if you're a rabid-fangirlism prone teenager then listen the fuck up. I may detest mankind as a whole and not give a rat's ass about strangers, but if I ever see one of you attacking someone because they don't idolize the same things you do, I will drag your ass to a dark, secluded place and, using you as the example, demonstrate just how much bodily harm someone can endure before they die.

You crazy bitches.

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Well that's it for this omniblog. It feels good to be able to get a bunch of stuff I wanted to say that was unworthy of a blog post off my e-chest. It's almost therapeutic really.

Now if you'll excuse me, a very old and very nostalgia-ridden game is sitting on my hard drive that yearns to be played. And even if you won't excuse me,
FUCK YOU IT'S DELUXE GALAGA TIME!



- Squirrel245



"...You want your Grey's Anatomy back Kenny?"

- Stan Marsh

I'm a Video Eddidur!

I went to ze South Park site a few minutes ago, and decided to finally see what the scene mixer was all about. Surprise surprise, IT MIXZ SCENES!

The selection of South Park clips you could add to your visual not-masterpiece was... limited, considering there's OVER FOUR THOUSAAAAAAND minutes of South Park footage... but, out of a slightly alcohlolic mixture of boredom and curiosity, I perservered and stapled some clips together to form a retarded mini-scene about Paris Hilton.

Should you wish to view my work of shit, go here and search for "Paris Hilton?" and click the one that's by Squirrel245. And no, that's not a typo, that's a fucking question mark.

In other news that no-one will care about, another round of flash based midget ninjotics is in the production queue, right after the stampeding wildebeest launcher. If you'd like to volunteer to lend your voice to a character in the aforementioned ninjotics, send me your larynx.

And now, my nightly coma awaits me. It's 2:15am, and it feels like someone's trying to jack my eyes off with a piece of sandpaper. Shortest blog post ever? Almost, methinks. Goodnight, intarwebs.



- Squirrel245



"Dean, what the hell are you doing in there, I need to take a shower!"

"I'm practicing being a boyfriend, Pop!"

"...Nevermind, Dean."

- Dr. Venture and Dean Venture

19th Year of the Squirrel Plague

So 2008 has thrown in the towel and fucked off. 2009 has climbed into the ring and is nervously glancing around at the billions of people watching it, while at the same time making sure it can see its opponent, Life, at all times.

It knows it's doomed to lose; Life has been in billions of fights like this before, and has never once lost or even stepped out of the ring. It's more of a challenge to see how much dignity you can leave the ring with when you do eventually get the shit kicked out of you.

With that said, after reading blogs and lists like this one I decided to see if I could make one of my own. A list of things that happened in 2008, good or bad, things I achieved, and... If I can think of any... Some goals for 2009.

So without further ado, LET'S MAKE A FUCKING LIST.


2008
In order of "Oh yeah I remember that..."

• Early on in the year I went to Sydney with two of my friends. We bought wingasmic headphones, ate Turkish food, then saw a shitty band play for a good two hours. Then NIGHTWISH came and curb-stomped the time wasting fuckrags into nonexistence, and proceeded to unleash wave after wave of epic and win upon the audience until everyone's ears came. Then we had Turkish food again, and got a taxi ride back to our hotel with one of the world's most awesome taxi drivers. Then we went home.
  

• I got my P plates in mid-January, then got rid of them about 6 months later.

• My body lost its KFC dependency right around the same time KFC lost its "train new employees before letting them work" policy.

• I became an adult. Legally at least. Mentally I'm yet to reach age 10.

• I got a Cert II in Screen and Animation. The result of the final "group" task I took part in can be seen here.

• I was introduced to the wonderful world of Metalocalypse.

• I bought an iMac (which I then turned into a Windows/Mac hybrid), a PS3, an Xbox 360... again... and a small surround sound system. As a result of this, I completed my room.

• I attended my Graduation, which I strongly regret doing, seeing as how I had the option to come into school the following day and simply retreive my shit then. Instead I had to sit through 2 hours of "You people are smart. We like your shirts. Well done. We are proud of you. You are the future, make it delicious."

• I learned to treat 99% of mankind the same way I treat children. No big words, don't present them with overly complex problems, and stab them in the face with a boat anchor as soon as they start making loud and irritating noises.

• I made the biggest, most painful, most story driven, most gruelling, and most time consuming Flash cartoon I have ever worked on, and met a deadline with it too. It was shown to an audience, they seemed to enjoy it, I'd seen it too many times to appreciate it anymore.

• I voted for the first time. It was really boring. Hopefully come next election the Australian Sex Party will still be in the running.

• I got accepted into the Academy of Interactive Entertainment. More on that in a month or two, I guess.

• I made a deviantART account. I'm surprised I haven't been banned for internet-pollution or something.

• I found an actual term for that thing that most teenagers seem to love, and I don't see the appeal of: Social Drama.

• I was given a barbeque minutes before I left for school on a cold and boring September morn. It confused the hell out of me. Turns out Mum had ordered it.

• I learned that when you are over at someone's house and everyone else is drinking, you should drink a lot less. The reason? It's a hell of a lot of fun (and incredibly easy) to trick/convince your alcohol fueled buddies to comically injure or humiliate themselves for the amusement of the non-pissants.

2009
What I may or may not achieve, in order of likeliness:

• Find where the AIE is and successfully make it there in time for class.

• Acquire a small collection of decent PS3 games.
  

• Take slightly better care of myself (i.e. Exercise occasionally)

• Learn some more Spanish.

• I may be forced to actually go out and get laid because Steven Conroy's idiotic web filter will have stolen our porn. Hopefully that won't happen.

• Become a mature and sensible person. (Yeah right.)

Right, that's all for now. For the 2 or 3 people who read this, they'll notice that I actually posted it on the 9th of January. But you must realise that I am the GOD of this blog. I can travel back in time and post it at the turn of the new year. MWAHAHAHA!!!

Happy New Year, bitches.



- Squirrel245


*Is it green?*

"Yes. Very."

- Jeremy Clarkson reviewing the Ford Fiesta

Saints Row 2 Un-Review

NOTE: If you've come here for an actual, sensible review of Saints Row 2, click the "back" button IMMEDIATELY. This isn't even a review. In fact, the only reason the word "review" is in the title of this blog is because Squirrel245 couldn't think of any other way to describe it. It's more of a "Look at this. LOLOLOLOL." type of thing.

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So I've been playing Saints Row 2 quite a lot lately, which has been the source of much amusement. Because of it's unique ability to entertain me for more than 28 consecutive minutes, I decided to take a break from my normal thing (kudos to anyone who knows what my normal thing is, cos I sure as hell don't), and write an alcohol fueled block of text about it.

Brace yourselves, I don't know where this is going.

For those of you who haven't played this game, I'll give a not-so-quick and questionably factual summary of what Saints Row 2 is about.


The game starts up in the medical ward of an offshore prison. As the camera sweeps through the place, you are shown your character. In their current state, your character is a comatose vegetable who's been dressed up like an Egyptian mummy; apparently prior to being put into prison, your character was unfortunate (or stupid) enough to get on board an exploding boat. I never played the story part of the original Saints Row, so I wouldn't know.

You know how you sometimes hear in books, movies, or the news, about people who have been burned in horrible explosions and are rendered unrecognizable? Saints Row 2 takes that to a whole new level.

The camera zooms in on the bundle of bandages that is your head, while a nurse starts to remove them. The bitch must have spent 30-ish years getting those bandages off, because while she's doing that, you're taken to a menu in which you can change many, many things about your character. These include the colour and style of your hair, your ethnicity, and if you have tits or a penis.

After this quick self-reconstruction, a wounded teen named Carlos is placed in the next bed over, claiming to have let himself get stabbed in order to speak to you, the famous leader of the now non-existent 3rd Street Saints gang. His mouth moves for a while and words come out of it, then your character decides:

"THIS PLACE SUCKS! I'm leaving."

At this point you make a stealthy and cunning escape by heading straight to the exit while brutally murdering everything that moves with your bare fists. Carlos follows you, but wisely keeps out of your "complete and utter destruction" space. You both nick a boat and head for the mainland, bringing down a couple of police helicopters, traffic reporters, and pigeons in the process.

When you get out of your boat, your character notices that Carlos is speaking again, and this time he listens. Carlos tells you that after you got on the bomb-cruise and were blown halfway to hell, 3 different gangs spontaneously appeared. This causes the other members of your gang to either become arrested or turn into pussies and disassociate themselves from your purple-clad posse.

Your mission becomes obvious: Commit random acts of violence against these three gangs, kill then piss on their leaders, and go round to any suburbs they've taken over and tell them
"NO YOU CAN'T HAS!" until the city is once again yours.

So that's the storyline in a nutshell, but what about the actual game?



EYE FOOD a.k.a. GRAPHICS

The graphics in this game are amazing. The citizens of Stillwater all have four fingers and two thumbs, cars and trucks look like cars and trucks, the sun blinds you if you're stupid enough to look directly at it, and a satisfyingly excessive amount of blood spurts semi-realistically from people who get in the way of your bullets. There's also an ocean, possibly made out of jelly that hasn't quite set yet.

There's also options in the game to get drunk or high, which affect how your character perceives the world. The amount of change in the way you see things depends on how much of a piss head your character is, but each change makes driving high speed vehicles twice as challenging, twice as hilarious, and also twice as fatal... for everyone who isn't you.

Last but not least, did someone say BRIGHTNESS AND GAMMA CONTROL OPTION?



PEOPLE AROUND YOU a.k.a. ARTIFICIAL INSEMINA - I mean INTELLIGENCE

The people of Stillwater wander around the city like zombies, often carrying newspapers or mobile phones. They will pull you out of your car in a feeble attempt to kill you, should you look at them funny. Fifty percent of the time, they will be walking on the sidewalk. The rest of the time they will be stumbling blindly into the road, eyes glued to a phone or a particularly attractive light pole on the other side of the road, and will expect any road users to wait for them.

Should you drive too fast near one, whether they are in the middle of the road, or on the sidewalk, they will scream and throw themselves into the path of the oncoming vehicle. The ones who have been allowed to drive do so with minimal regard for the road rules, and sometimes abandon the road entirely, speeding away across a park or through a building until they die upon hitting something thicker than they are.

It's for the above reasons that I award Saints Row 2 the "Most Realistic Simulation of Average Human Intelligence" award.

The other members of your gang are just as fascinating, thanks to their more aggressive disposition. Often you will see one of them going for a stroll, minding their own business, when suddenly a random citizen will assault them, completely unprovoked. As the confused gang member recovers from the first blow and gets to his feet, he raises his head to see that several cars have run off the road, his companions have emerged from within them, and are currently beating the shit out of the assailant with bats, knives, crowbars, or AK-47's.

If you find yourself on the receiving end of this kind of random abuse from people, your gang members will immediately (and violently) come to your aid, then enthusiastically run over the crippled body of your attacker for their own amusement.



HOW TO MAKE SHIT HAPPEN a.k.a. GAMEPLAY

Aside from a few basics (this control stick makes you run, the other control stick changes the camera angle, this trigger makes you hurt people etc.), it seems that most of the games controls were drawn out of a hat when it came to assigning them a button. It doesn't take long for the control scheme to start to feel semi-natural, but during that time it feels like you've just been asked to ride a tyrannosaurus down a busy highway during an earthquake and a hurricane.
"WTF HOW?!"

After a few minutes of playing Saints Row 2, you will come to the conclusion that your character is either an undercover alien from the planet Superior, or the Hulk's less gifted cousin. Right from the word go, you can pick up things like fire hydrants and street signs, then hurl them at people with the force of a small bullet train. Your character also takes the phrase "time heals all wounds" very seriously.

"Oh shit! Someone get help! Our gang leader has suffered bullet wounds in his everywhere!"
"Just gimme 20 seconds, I'll be fine."

There is also a substantial amount of weird shit you can do that actually has benefits. Jump on a car roof as it's driving away, and the game will let you launch a mini-game which gives you "respect" if you can stay on while the terrified human at the wheel tries to throw you off. Should you feel the urge to throw someone off a bridge, the game will laugh and award you points depending on how far the helpless fucker falls. Point a gun at someone for a few seconds, and they'll shit themselves and drop their wallets. Unless they're a cop... Cops have no sense of humour in this game.

The missions you do and the cutscenes that are stuck in between them make you wonder "What the FUCK were these people smoking?", and make you want to continue playing, if only to see what else became of their drug fuelled game creating... spree.



IN-KEN-CLUE-SHIN

If you are a lazy, deadbeat parent who dreams of their child someday getting into that most exclusive of educational facilities known as jail, this is the game for you to use as a substitute for actual parenting. It will teach your little mistake many vital life lessons, such as:

1. Throwing yourself into traffic in the pursuit of committing insurance fraud will, in reality, leave you no worse for wear.
2. If one of your friends should become incapacitated in some way, they will jump right back up if you give them some booze.
3. The police will only notice you're acting inappropriately after you've killed three people.
4. If you can get into the driver's seat of any type of vehicle, you are legally permitted to operate it.
5. Be careful when driving at high speeds on highways; cars may materialize within metres of you at any given moment.

To everyone else, Saints Row 2 is both an amusing game and an easy way to confuse yourself, alone or with friends.




Graphics: 7/10 Badgers.

Sound: 9/10 Lols.

AI: 27/100 IQ points.

Realism: 8/8 points of realism avoided successfully.

Gameplay: 9/10 WTFs.

The Ronin: Suck.

Overall: ROFLCAEKS.

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And with that, I'm off. This room is too bright for 12:25am.



- Squirrel245



"He's not, the only one, who can sing, from his heart,
I have feelings inside, and - aww, FUCK THIS SHIT."

- Spanky Ham

The Snowball Effect (!WARNING!: RETARDED)

Attention mindless human spawn of the world!

I'm here to show you a good example of what happens when i get bored.


Click here to see the effects of the boredom.

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Not-so-seriously though, here's what happens when I'm bored, I'm also in a 3-way conversation on MSN with a couple of my friends, and they are bored too.

On this particular occasion, we had been chatting merrily for about half an hour, when we suddenly became bored and fell silent as we searched our computers and the internet for some form of entertainment. After this failed, one of us said a random word in the hopes that it would spark some sort of conversation. That word was "pants".

THE COMBATANTS:

Christopher. - The one who would bring about an apocalypse of mental death with his utterance of the word "pants".

SPLastic ● надежда - Was creating a small town with the Far Cry 2 Map Editor at the time. Occasionally switched back to the convo and was understandably confused each time.

..:::ДŊĞ®¥:::§qỮ!ЯѓεŁ:::.. - {Misanthropic} - Yours truly.


So here's what happened, beginning with "pants":







Christopher. says (10:44 PM):
pants

..:::ДŊĞ®¥:::§qỮ!ЯѓεŁ:::.. - {Misanthropic} says (10:45 PM):
fish pants

Christopher. says (10:45 PM):
fish testicle pants

..:::ДŊĞ®¥:::§qỮ!ЯѓεŁ:::.. - {Misanthropic} says (10:45 PM):
fish testicle automator pants

Christopher. says (10:46 PM):
fish testicle automator firing pants

..:::ДŊĞ®¥:::§qỮ!ЯѓεŁ:::.. - {Misanthropic} says (10:46 PM):
6 litre fish testicle automator firing pants

Christopher. says (10:47 PM):
6 litre beer fish testicle automator firing pants

..:::ДŊĞ®¥:::§qỮ!ЯѓεŁ:::.. - {Misanthropic} says (10:47 PM):
6 litre beer fish testicle automator firing pants emitter

Christopher. says (10:49 PM):
6 litre beer fish testicle automator firing pants emitter of juice

..:::ДŊĞ®¥:::§qỮ!ЯѓεŁ:::.. - {Misanthropic} says (10:49 PM):
6 litre beer fish testicle automator firing pants emitter of ovum juice

Christopher. says (10:49 PM):
6 litre beer fish testicle automator firing pants emitter of ovum berry juice

..:::ДŊĞ®¥:::§qỮ!ЯѓεŁ:::.. - {Misanthropic} says (10:50 PM):
6 litre beer fish testicle automator firing pants emitter of ovum berry juice flavoured tampon

SPLastic ● надежда says (10:50 PM):
well

SPLastic ● надежда says (10:51 PM):
clearly i missed a lot while i brushed my teeth

..:::ДŊĞ®¥:::§qỮ!ЯѓεŁ:::.. - {Misanthropic} says (10:51 PM):
you did indeed

Christopher. says (10:51 PM):
6 litre beer fish testicle automator firing pants emitter of ovum berry juice flavoured tampon cake

..:::ДŊĞ®¥:::§qỮ!ЯѓεŁ:::.. - {Misanthropic} says (10:51 PM):
6 litre beer fish testicle automator firing pants emitter of ovum berry juice flavoured tampon cake stall

Christopher. says (10:52 PM):
6 litre beer fish testicle automator firing pants emitter of ovum berry juice flavoured expensive tampon cake stall

SPLastic ● надежда says (10:52 PM):
so it's a stall that sells six litre cakes that have the texture of tampons and can absorb a lot of blood, and have a very strange flavour.

..:::ДŊĞ®¥:::§qỮ!ЯѓεŁ:::.. - {Misanthropic} says (10:52 PM):
and it changes with every message

SPLastic ● надежда says (10:52 PM):
and chris just released their expensive range

..:::ДŊĞ®¥:::§qỮ!ЯѓεŁ:::.. - {Misanthropic} says (10:53 PM):
stale 6 litre beer fish testicle automator firing pants emitter of ovum berry juice flavoured expensive tampon cake stall

Christopher. says (10:53 PM):
stale 6 litre beer fish testicle automator firing pants emitter of ovum berry juice flavoured expensive tampon cake stall cat

..:::ДŊĞ®¥:::§qỮ!ЯѓεŁ:::.. - {Misanthropic} says (10:53 PM):
stale 6 litre beer fish testicle automator firing pants emitter of ovum berry juice flavoured expensive tampon cake stall cat urine

Christopher. says (10:56 PM):
stale 6 litre gregarious beer fish testicle automator firing pants emitter of ovum berry juice flavoured expensive tampon cake stall cat urine

..:::ДŊĞ®¥:::§qỮ!ЯѓεŁ:::.. - {Misanthropic} says (10:57 PM):
stale 6 litre gregarious beer fish testicle automator firing pants emitter of ovum berry juice flavoured expensive tampon cake stall deciduous cat urine

Christopher. says (10:58 PM):
stale 6 litre gregarious beer fish testicle automator firing pants emitter of ovum berry juice flavoured expensive tampon cake stall deciduous cat urine neurotoxin

..:::ДŊĞ®¥:::§qỮ!ЯѓεŁ:::.. - {Misanthropic} says (10:58 PM):
stale 6 litre gregarious beer fish testicle automator firing pants emitter of ovum berry juice flavoured expensive tampon cake stall deciduous cat urine neurotoxin waffles

Christopher. says (10:59 PM):
stale 6 litre gregarious beer fish testicle automator firing pants emitter of ovum berry juice flavoured expensive tampon cake stall deciduous cat urine neurotoxin doom waffles

..:::ДŊĞ®¥:::§qỮ!ЯѓεŁ:::.. - {Misanthropic} says (10:59 PM):
stale 6 litre gregarious beer fish testicle automator firing pants emitter of ovum berry juice flavoured expensive tampon cake stall deciduous satan cat urine neurotoxin doom waffles

Christopher. says (11:00 PM):
stale 6 litre gregarious beer fish testicle automator firing pants emitter of ovum berry juice flavoured expensive tampon cake stall deciduous satan cat urine neurotoxin doom cheese waffles

..:::ДŊĞ®¥:::§qỮ!ЯѓεŁ:::.. - {Misanthropic} says (11:00 PM):
stale 6 litre gregarious beer fish testicle automator firing pants emitter of ovum berry juice flavoured expensive tampon cake stall deciduous satan cat urine neurotoxin doom cheese waffles of gondor

Christopher. says (11:01 PM):
stale 6 litre gregarious beer fish testicle automator firing pants emitter of ovum berry juice flavoured expensive tampon cake stall deciduous satan cat urine neurotoxin doom cheese waffles of aragorn’s gondor

..:::ДŊĞ®¥:::§qỮ!ЯѓεŁ:::.. - {Misanthropic} says (11:01 PM):
stale 6 litre gregarious beer fish testicle automator firing pants emitter of ovum berry juice flavoured expensive tampon cake stall deciduous satan cat urine neurotoxin doom cheese waffles of aragorn’s gondor factory

SPLastic ● надежда says (11:01 PM):
jesus christ

Christopher. says (11:01 PM):
stale 6 litre gregarious beer fish testicle automator firing pants emitter of ovum berry juice flavoured expensive tampon cake stall deciduous satan cat urine neurotoxin doom cheese waffles of aragorn’s gondor’s tank factory

..:::ДŊĞ®¥:::§qỮ!ЯѓεŁ:::.. - {Misanthropic} says (11:02 PM):
stale 6 litre gregarious beer fish testicle automator firing pants emitter of ovum berry juice flavoured expensive tampon cake stall deciduous satan cat urine neurotoxin doom cheese waffles of aragorn’s gondor’s goat tank factory

Christopher. says (11:02 PM):
stale 6 litre gregarious beer fish testicle automator firing pants emitter of ovum berry juice flavoured expensive tampon cake stall deciduous satan cat urine neurotoxin doom cheese waffles of aragorn’s gondor’s goat-milk tank factory

..:::ДŊĞ®¥:::§qỮ!ЯѓεŁ:::.. - {Misanthropic} says (11:03 PM):
stale 6 litre gregarious beer fish testicle automator firing pants emitter of ovum berry juice flavoured expensive tampon cake stall deciduous satan cat urine neurotoxin doom cheese waffles of aragorn’s gondor’s infected goat-milk tank factory

Christopher. says (11:03 PM):
stale 6 litre gregarious beer fish testicle automator firing pants emitter of ovum berry juice flavoured expensive tampon cake stall deciduous satan cat urine neurotoxin doom cheese waffles of aragorn’s gondor’s infected goat-milk nitrogen tank factory

..:::ДŊĞ®¥:::§qỮ!ЯѓεŁ:::.. - {Misanthropic} says (11:03 PM):
stale 6 litre gregarious beer fish testicle automator firing pants emitter of ovum berry juice flavoured expensive tampon cake stall deciduous satan cat urine neurotoxin doom cheese waffles of aragorn’s gondor’s infected goat-milk nitrogen AIDS tank factory

Christopher. says (11:04 PM):
stale 6 litre gregarious beer fish testicle automator firing pants emitter of ovum berry juice flavoured expensive syphillus tampon cake stall deciduous satan cat urine neurotoxin doom cheese waffles of aragorn’s gondor’s infected goat-milk nitrogen AIDS tank factory

..:::ДŊĞ®¥:::§qỮ!ЯѓεŁ:::.. - {Misanthropic} says (11:04 PM):
stale 6 litre gregarious beer fish testicle automator firing pants emitter of ovum berry juice flavoured expensive syphillus tampon cake stall deciduous satan cat urine neurotoxin doom cheese waffles of aragorn’s gondor’s infected menstrual goat-milk nitrogen AIDS tank factory

Christopher. says (11:05 PM):
stale 6 litre gregarious beer fish testicle automator firing pants emitter of ovum berry juice flavoured expensive syphillus tampon cake stall deciduous satan cat urine neurotoxin doom cheese waffles of aragorn’s gondor’s infected menstrual goat-milk nitrogen AIDS tank factory exhaust

..:::ДŊĞ®¥:::§qỮ!ЯѓεŁ:::.. - {Misanthropic} says (11:05 PM):
stale 6 litre gregarious beer fish testicle automator firing pants emitter of ovum berry juice flavoured expensive syphillus tampon cake stall deciduous satan cat urine neurotoxin doom cheese waffles of aragorn’s gondor’s infected menstrual goat-milk nitrogen AIDS tank factory exhaust gorilla

Christopher. says (11:06 PM):
...

Christopher. says (11:06 PM):
what have we even constructed?

..:::ДŊĞ®¥:::§qỮ!ЯѓεŁ:::.. - {Misanthropic} says (11:06 PM):
the brain destroyer

..:::ДŊĞ®¥:::§qỮ!ЯѓεŁ:::.. - {Misanthropic} says (11:06 PM):
like a tongue twister for the mind

..:::ДŊĞ®¥:::§qỮ!ЯѓεŁ:::.. - {Misanthropic} says (11:06 PM):
but actually fatal

Christopher. says (11:06 PM):
...i have to work this out...

..:::ДŊĞ®¥:::§qỮ!ЯѓεŁ:::.. - {Misanthropic} says (11:07 PM):
i gave up on that

Christopher. says (11:09 PM):
so its a stale lot of beer...that hangs around in packs...with fish testicle pants that automatically fires/emits ovum berry juice flavoured syphillius tampon cake stalls...made of “deciduous cat urine neurotoxin doom cheese waffles” made in “aragorn’s gondor’s infected menstrual goat-milk nitrogen AIDS tank factory” by an exhaust “gorilla”

..:::ДŊĞ®¥:::§qỮ!ЯѓεŁ:::.. - {Misanthropic} says (11:09 PM):
pretty much

THE END

So there you have it.
Boredom³.

Hopefully I'll find some way of relieving that boredom soon. For now, I'm going to go fill a firetruck with mayonnaise and drive around hosing things down with it.



- Squirrel245



"Mother tries to comfort me, she says:
"Here son, have some Eggnog."
But I fucking hate Eggnog, seriously. "

- "Swiss Colony Beef Log" by Eric Cartman

Winners don't use drugs. They just break the legs of every other competitor.

Choose-day, Novembah Eighteenth, Two Thowsand and Eight.

At shix-thirty pm, at "The Kussy's" film feshtival, an animation ish due to be shown to the mashes.

That animation was finished at two-forty five pm that shame afternoon.

The creator shays that in the lasht few daysh of thish procesh, he was really getting an idea of what it musht be like working on a Shouth Park epishode.

When ashked what he wash going to do neksht, he held up a cashe of beer and shaid he was going to shpend shome time with shomeone who he couldn't pay much attention to during the animation procesh: his Xbox Three Shixty.

The animation can now be sheen on YouTube, for anyone who is curioush about what the audiensh was shubjected to.

We'll have no more on thish story, even after shobriety kicks in, we've been told.

- Cecil the Sean Connery Tree