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well its been one of those days. I've reached a level of boredom and sleep deprevation such as i can't stand it anymore and I'm driven to keep myself awake to establish a someone predictable and socailly suitable sleep cycle by performing pointless and previosuly despised tasks... aka, blogging. But alas, the times comes (at aparerntly 7:03 PM) when reasons and conclusions are pointless and you just have to do what you accidently clicked on when trying to send justin a message. Well since I'm blogging, let you all revel in the glorious originality that is my life, a life so original that I feel it necesary to share it with you via this message. A life so RIVETING that it produced a blog out of utter boredom.
Today I woke up at around 7. Bleary eyed though I was the 16th century gypsy caravan parked in my bedroom was still apparent and after several hours of staring i thought it was safe to assume I wasn't dreaming and it wasn't a doo-op cover band. SO I wake up, pull off my suit of armor, slip on my OJ one piece, screwed in my monocle and puffing on the end of my burning ferret, gary, inquired of the nearest gypsy (a young sequened lass named "milicent" according to her giant name tag and the angry crowd screaming her name and hurling dining room tables at her) why she was under such an attack, and in my room. I soon found out she didn't speak english. I was very disspaointed, I mean, thats the language I speak and its veyr difficult to communicate ideas with someone who can't understand you so I pulled out a dry erase bored and a marker I had left over from my lunar landing in '23 and played a quick game of pictionary. I coudlnt' think of how to draw my question, and i've never been much of an artist to begin with. Fianlly in a stroke of genius only rivaled by the marksmen behind the "glass bowl" I came up with the perfect illustration. However, in the 3 hours it took me to concieve and produce it (the shading on the elephant alone took at least 45 minutes), she had already been turned into a bloody pulp by the highly improbable and continuous bombardment of seemilngly infinant diningroom tables. Well, just as it is difficult to obtain information from one who doens't speak english it is also, though slightly less, difficult to obtain information from a pile of bloody meat. But thats not from lack of trying. This had gone to far in my opinion. I pocketed my dry erase bored and blue felt tipped dry erase marker. I thre my ferret, gary, to the ground and snuffed it with my foot. I straighteened my onesie and monocal beofre attmpeting to ascertain some sense trhough my most intimidating stance and glare. I soon realized this was a futile attempt as the gypsies were blind... well OBVIOUSLY other wise they woudl have thorwn those tables at something other than milicent.SO I wrote it all out in brail using a peice of plastic and an old woodpecker I foudn in sweeden years back in my camping days. They understood perfectly and mimed back using a complicated interpretive dance. As with a foreign tounge or a pile of gore it is hard to obtain knowlege from a complicated interpretive dance so I simply left the whole gyspsy caravan behind and went out to breakfast....
I found out that at McDonalds though... there is entry fee of 4 blind gypsies and I'd left all mine in mybedroom, so I had to break a five. So yeah that was JUST my luck.
anyway, like I said... third degree burns....thats a b***h.
 LittleTayUrine · Mon Nov 06, 2006 @ 12:06am · 0 Comments |
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The penguins ARNT eating your brains and djfhjf isnt a word. |
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Whats up with all the Random threads out there? Did you ever notice when people are trying to sound crazy...one of the most common things they say has to do with monkies...like...ninja space monkies-and how they talk to them. And then the other thing is random food....usually cheese....
Other Random Things People Say:
-Penguins (and how they are taking over the world/controlling their brains.)
-I'm so crazy. I like socks.
-Toasters.
-Typing randomly. (ex: jsdfbgduigfuiBOO)
Of course, the list could do on.
Then everyone laughs and thinks it's funny and unique...but iiiiiii knnnnnooooooooowwwwwwwww what's what.
LittleTayUrine · Tue Jul 12, 2005 @ 06:40pm · 3 Comments |
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one more time. I promise.
word used.....renob
It Takes A Tough Man To Make A Tender Renob.
How Many Licks Does it Take to Get to the Center of a Renob?
The Renob is Mightier than the Sword.
A Renob Is Forever.
We Do Renob Right.
I'm Not Gonna Pay A Lot For This Renob.
wow...i just had those come up one right after another
and yes...it's boner spelled backwards if you are slow or just that much more mature than me.
LittleTayUrine · Sat Jul 09, 2005 @ 01:03am · 0 Comments |
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