What's all the BUZZ about...

Vuvuzela. SUCK MY DICK.

Anyone been watching the holy grail of football; or the World Cup?

Oh yeah im pretty into "soccer". Anyway one thing has begun to annoy me as well as most of the world who aren't shit enough not to own a television.

FUCKING VUVUZELAS! NOMYGOHD.

What kind of fucking mentally fucked cunt thought of that shitty creation...like come on...it makes 1 frequency...and its a shit one at that...its louder than a large drum kit....and the obnoxious cunts that purchase them seem to be able to blow those fucking giant dildos' for a long god damn time. 90 minutes actually...

I have no idea why they are not banned and every person that owns one is to not gassed.

Not even joking i have a plan to replicate watching a world cup match:

1. Obtain 1 large bee's hive

2. Steal some of their honey and proceed to hit their nest with a bat.

3. Cut 2 eye wholes into the bee's hive to make them more angry.

4. Print a soccer related picture.

5. Place bee hive onto your head and stare at the picture.

There you go...INSTA-WORLD CUP.

JESUS, WHY HAVE YOU FORSAKEN US WITH THIS DEVILS TOOL.

(PS. Throwin' a shout out to my peeps' My Wife, Jacki and Aunty Shaz).

For lack a better word...

Life is what is happening when your busy making other plans.

FUCK OATH.

Stop fucking crying about, "omg i just want school to be over with ehh ehh ehh im so fucking important" and that everything great is going to happen when you leave. ITS NOT. School is, im most positivity sure, one if the best times of your life. And your all sitting there QQQing about how great your life is going to be. NOBODY GIVES A TOSS! YOUR LIVING A LIFE NOW, AND YOUR NOT GOING TO START A "NEW" ONE BECAUSE YOU STOP YOUR HIGH SCHOOL EDUCATION.

pathetic.

Everything sounds better in Portuguese.

Eu fiz alguma coisa no fim de semana que eu pensei que eu nunca faria. Fiquei muito nervosa.Eu pensei de desculpas, eu não era mais tanta certeza. Ela estava cruzando uma linha imaginária, uma linha que eu tinha baseado alguns dos meus costumes e as decisões anteriores sobre. Uma citação que era muito prevalente foi "foda-se, você sabe". É verdade, nesta vida você não vai criar experiências, se você não dar um salto de fé em primeiro lugar. Se você optar por concentrar em seus medos que você vai ser preso naquele precipício, desejando que você teve.

Lulwut...

Oh and here's this...She was the funniest slut I've ever met...

Bec Freeman

You are my hero, EYE LESS THAN 3 YOU.

I speak the truth my friends. Our picnic shall be one of joy and flannelet rugs with an essence of cane baskets and yum food; (Y) it shall be loish. Oh, and you can't come.

Last night was one of the best nights i have had in a while. I fucking love you guys.

How funny was this blog, probs should have bludgeoned some cunt to death...

NOT IN THE DINER ALF.

Sup cunts, im a fucking winner.

Well 40th post. Who though i would make it. Well not me cause im a shit cunt but anyway lets get a cunt tally happening. Alright.

Well what funny has happened in my life. Well, i spose i could tell you about the time some year 8 cunt got my ball slashed by a slightly turrets teacher but it would end up getting boring and yeah, summing up my ball got fucked over because i had nothing to do with an argument surrounding the dominance of the local school oval. WINRAR!

Everyones seems to be pressuring me to get my P's. You know what. GET FUCKED. I STOMP CUNTS WITH MY BOOTS. Not even joking stop giving a fuck, i don't. Ill get them eventually. Anyway what the fuck does it matter to you. Im not going to waste prestigious petrol on you, look at you, seriously, clean you self up, your embarrassing us all; plus, that girl is so checking me out...

Oh well, sorry this wasn't any good. Wait what do i care, your all cunts anyway.

Where was everyone today...

Hey fags.

Experimental music;

There is such a genre as, Experimental music, this is how i see it -

Instruments:

Hardcore singer mixed with Opera hero - Sounds like Stevie Wonder before he went blind...

iPod on a chain - often used to be smashed against a wall to create smashing sound.

Fully Automatic Nail Gun - Provides a backing track with an essence of danger.

Keyboard - Everyone needs a keyboard, makes shit hectic.

There you have it, the experimental music. Ill tell you one thing, it will sound better than Justin Faggier, oh and also i bet there will be less "baby"s in the lyrics and less pre-pubescent boys attempting to seduce girls that are about 5 years older.

OK, randomly that shitty song my Jason Mrazdaddy came on my iPod and here is the opening line:

"Well you done done me and you bet i felt it".

WHAT THE FUCK DOES THAT MEAN?!?!?!?!$#$%#!?

I pretty sure this attempted chilla' got raped, and got raped hard, because he felt it...and decided to write a song about it...man...i bet he got a lot of money from it as well.

I think i've stumbled onto the key to success...get raped! Then be sure to write a song about it...

So next time you get raped, get a nice pen and little bit of paper out and start writing ;)

Oh and finally, i almost missed the bus this morning...WOW BET YOU GOT EXCITED THERE...

Baby Grab your Glasses, Its Going to be a Bright Day..

In primary school,

Kindergarten actually,

I wasn't allowed to play kiss and chase,

I wasn't cool enough.

Their opinion mattered.

Yours doesn't.

Faggots Gonna' Fag.

MS PAINT ON YODNM!

My house got rolled.

For about the last 2 days my house hasn't had power. DO YOU KNOW WHAT THAT IS LIKE! Its fucking terrible. poor old siolowandarinawonina in the republic of Congo, im giving you props for your shit situation.

On Saturday morning at about 4:30am i was woken by the sound of my windows about to throw in the towel of life. I got up and realised there was a cyclone happening and i was all like....

So anyway, my table tennis table decides to fly awa, so me and my father have to stop it from doing a Merry Poppins and fucking off with its umbrella, fucking non-committing bitch.

When the sun rose we flipped the motherfucker over and that was that. Oh its broken too....

For the rest of the day i complained about not having power, but no one seemed to hear me because the wind is a fucking loud and obnoxious cunt. Then one of the tree's is all like later, so it decides to tilt at a 45' angle for about 3 hours while the only thing holding it is a small concrete path. After we realise that when it falls it could destroy the water tank, releasing 1000L onto the building site on the block below our house shit starts to get hectic. So long story short the tree falls and misses everything that it could possible hit by about 2 centimeters and basically breaks nothing... except the fence...which my father fixed in about 5 minutes. So what im trying to say is if that tree was with Al-Qaeda and was on a suicide mission, it failed severally. On ya!

The End.

Tickle Me Silly Love Biscuit

I'm cool because i can slander people on Facebook.

Snide.

When I Evolve.

Im Sorry.

...for being a supa-cunt to you aye, with that snide shitty status and comments...

Fucking love you man.

You know who you are ;)

AHHH Origin is on currently. NSW are losing. OHHH i can look back upon this and be all like really? They were losing? That must have been an illusion because they end up winning by a massive margin.....ITS VERY LIKELY!

Oh and in funny news, i used a proxy to log on to Facebook at school, and when i got home i had a message left by Facebook that informed me that i had logged on through an American server when i was on the school bus on the daily afternoon trip to my house! FUCK YEAH for password changes! YES.

Ah i have nothing interesting to say except for my throat feels like Vietnam after a rather large Napalm attack which killed a couple of civilians and some Vietcong supplies. Oh it destroyed some crops as well, but not to many, i think it was corn, but im not that sure....

4101.

Hey all,

AH, i should be studying for English but im just resting before the storm i think...

I was reading through my previous blogs and am now hoping people took the time to look at the little things i did to prove a point. If you didn't, makes me still smile so doesn't really matter.

im so tired all the time these days, people get all defensive when i don't entertain them or act stupid, im fucking tired yeah? Just relax and go back to your own shitty issues.

4101 is written on my hand. I have no idea why and no recollection to it getting there. ITS JUST THERE, CHILLIN' WITH ITS LITTLE FULL-STOP. 4101.

Call me Ishmael. Thats not even a good line. Call me 4101; that would have been better. (Oh, and thats how you use a semi-colon [;] in a sentence fags).

Ive decided your a rock, because you act hard, but you get smashed very easily. Unlike me who's a diamond, hardest substance around. FUCK (Y)!!!! I AM AWESOME WITH THE CALLS!

Ok, over this.

:{/

Brutal Screams and Soft Choruses@#%

Here's Johnny,

Well, my previous prediction about somewhat getting an illness was true. In medical terms i was fucked from Friday night to some time yesterday when my body suddenly began to give a toss and raged against my whore of a illness. ME:1 Illness:2

Im coming for your first born child you bastard.

Oh so wise, i shall spill some of my ever growing wisdom onto whoever shall grace their eyes onto their screenz.....

1. ALWAYS replace S's with Z's on the end of wordz; looks supa cool.

2. ;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;; STOP DOING IT.

Ok paragraph time. I am so sick of these god damn semi-colons that everyone seems to be using in more that moderation. Ok, i used to use like bucketloads, but, that was like when it was in vogue, nevertheless ITS NOT FUCKING CREATIVE.

The more ; you add at the end of blog titles, Facebook statuses, Facebook titles etc, it doesn't make things sound cooler or more alternate...

Also, its grammatically incorrect. This is an actual valid point on why not to use them. You may as well use @, # OR EVEN %, OR you could do all 3, @#% at the end of your fucking creativvve works.

Here's an example of your failure:

Dead Puppies;

Dead Puppies;;

Dead Puppies;;;

Dead Puppies;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;

It doesn't matter how many fucking ; you do, the puppies are still fucking dead!

Now your killing puppies, great work;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;

Shes like forever.

Related :3

:O

Not even close to being fiction.

ANNOUNCEMENT: 4 week in a row that i haven't to a party...

THIS IS A JOKE!

Im so cold right now, like shaking cold. I think im getting a cold as well. Hey, with a cold, i wonder why they called it a cold; was it because it purely makes you cold, or does it stand as a metaphor for the reactions other people give you when they find out you have a cold.

Holy shit gymnasts on the TV, there hectic.

Everyones so angry these days, or sad, or have rage mode turned on

Something made me angry today that probably shouldn't have. I just kinda...got jealous, and reacted like a knob. Strange.

Rage Mode

[on]-off

Interesting fact 1:

Your not cool for smoking.

For your next instalment of Interesting fact see my next blog. ! WHAT WILL IT HOLD!

ahhhh my head feels like its going to explode.

Picka Related.

This guys head should explode. Do the world a a lot of good.

"There's a storm coming"...

Yeah i have Myspace!

You better watch the fuck out Norton, because Samuel "The Slayer" Buchanan is coming for you. Oh you think we don't know your dirty plan; but we do.

We have a secret weapon.

A bath of unlimited knowledge. YES, you know the one we speak of, he has returned, but only with more wisdom, we call it the bath 2.0.

YOU BETTER BE FUCKING FRIGHTENED! (alliteration).

Did you know the more you swear, the more hard you become. If you swear enough, sometimes you can cut down on your concrete milkshakes, i only had to have 4 today. (Y).

HEY, for anyone interested in tasteful music, you should check out this rad band,

There called Abandon all Ships. ;) personal favorite.

"Take a swing".

:3

Seriously, like rawr-rawr status.

I see what you did there.

School again tomorrow.

Im keen to see people again that i haven't seen in a week. No doubt half of them wont have realised i was gone but hey, at least im not centipede. FUCK YEAH!

On Facebook today regarding organising a party someone commented,

"How about we accept that this thing has been doomed since the start and give the party scene a rest, fucking alcos"

To that i say, get fucked, why say it? This person needs to be informed, THE PARTY SCENE NEVER RESTS! As soon as the party scene dies, gravity will die, do you want that? huh! YOUR NOT HITLER SO STOP TRYING TO COMMIT GENOCIDE YOU FUCK! If this was a popular blog, like world-wide, i would get people to sign a petition admitting that the party scene will never die. Then this one person would realise that McDonald's adds are fucking shit.

Fucking over this blog right now, i cant think of anything to talk about or pay out, is this writers block, or do you have to be a writer before you can get writers block, because i don't think im a writer, you need talent for that. That begs the question, when do you become a writer? Because i writing right now, but im not considered a writer. Anyone who considers themself a writer, who purely blogs and writes short stories is a poser, and thus not a writer. lulwut?

I missed Underbelly again, i actually haven't watched one episode on TV...what the fuck am i writing now, even im fucking bored and im the one writing about it. Seriously, shut the fuck up.

:#

Abandon All Ships [love]

Work Experience = finished! :)

Hey, you know how there is a mothers day, and a fathers day...WHY THE FUCK ISN'T THERE A OFFSPRING DAY?!??!?!?

I mean come the fuck on, we only get our birthday and Christmas. Rents get Birthday, Christmas and Mothers/Fathers Day. Thats not cool. I'M NOT OK WITH THAT!

I say we rise up and create a revolution. Take government control, make Australia one state, remove HSC exams and make it compulsory partying each weekend, oh and add an offspring day or some shit.

Jaz sent me this. I laughed.

Cat committed suicide and I am being blamed?

I was visiting my neighbour who stopped by my car window to chat when I pulled into their driveway. After a few minutes I pulled ahead and parked the car. My neighbour and her daughter walked over to the back of my care and I opened my car door, got out and faced them. I noticed their cat was lying very still on the driveway behind them, and then it would flip in the air, and lie still, and flip in the air, and lie still, and finally it flipped in the air and lied completely still. While the cat was jumping I said...look your cat is doing tricks. Only to realize that I had run over the poor beast and snapped its spine with my tire. The cat died as we watched. The family is blaming me for killing their cute kitty cat.

Here is my question...should I get a free pass on this cat death since it was truly an act of cat suicide when it layed in front of my car tire. If it helps any, the cat seemed to be depressed according to the family.

Additional Details

1) I did say I was sorry.

2) I would hope that someone would have noticed a toddler crawling under my tire or perhaps would have been watching their toddler to prevent the kid from parking his diaper in a dangerous way. And, what are you suggesting anyway that we do a sweep for toddlers and cats anytime we move the car?

3) I offered to get them a new cat, only not quite as flat and still breathing. They turned this down as they had many cats already.

Say hello to your beautiful world m8.

"Grandma makes pancakes the best, i check my Myspace i got a lot of friend requests, Yes!"

Sup world-negro!

Living is such a strange thing. We exist to eventually die; paradox? rhetorical question? repetition? alliteration?

Like think about it, we live our little lives, doing everything we are made to, maybe helping someone or even yourself every now and then, always striving to change the world; always out of reach, but you always knew that. You try to make a difference, maybe for the thrill, but the most you can come up with is an insignificant blog with your shit metaphors that get so fucking boring to read that you scroll to the bottom and go,"yeah, what a great blog, i wish i could right like that". YOU CAN, here is my three step program.

1. Position face over keyboard.

2. Mash face into keyboard.

3. Blog results with a question mark (?) after every unintended full stop.

There you go! A lot of non-sense that people wont really read but like anyway.

Snitches get stitches!

:%

You better not bite me you ugly cunt.

Careless Timewasting;

Everyday i seem to become a slave to this fucking computer. I need to get out. Not like out for a "duck" like cricket, but like leave the house, to move into new worlds of....oh fuck im doing it again...

FUCK YOU, YOU ENGLISH CUNT!

Note to whoever created English, you have a tiny dick and no one likes you.

I'm sorry, just jksing, your alright. Goes hard sometimes, i mean, if the dood didn't make English, how could i fail at it and write AW3SOM blogs.

AHHHHHHH! If i was a fat ranger i think i would kill myself.

I have a new inspiration, David Thorn; hes a ML. (and go look him up if you want a few lulz.)

Do you think Tasmania would mind if i sent a mob of armed pelicans into their state and take complete power? I would rename it Davetopia and work experience would be banned.

I heard curvy girls are now in. Weren't they always in. Like come on, they have what the boys want. INSIGHT!

Oh hey italics was on!

SILLY!

My blog has now been commandeered by amusing pickas...they are COMING!

Oh yeah, hes my hero... (Less than Three)

:!

CAPSLOCK

Stevie Wonders Typing Efficiency

FARK,

I should be doing some homey-work.

Haha, i wonder if i lived in a low social economic area of suburbia in north America, homey-work would be like helping my homeys role cunts and like bustin' caps etc. Thats my type of homework. If you guys really knew me, you would know that i already roll cunts on a regular and often bust caps, sorry, i'm just not gonna lie.

Today, my friend Jaz decided to "troll" the whole of Facebook by making me and my mate "in a relationship" and you know when that happens, its fucking official. I think if this works, its aimed at how hectic Facebook has become in our lives, like, if it happens of Facebook its the goss.

I am now going to ask you a question, if this keeps going on, GOSSIP GIRL WILL BE OUT OF A JOB.

Wait.

I've just stumbled on a vital problem with gossip girl, she just gets all her information of Facebook, and everyone in that stupid fucking show is to stupid to realise. To this I say TITS or GTFO. If second option is chosen you should head straight to "Hardladtopia", (see previous blog).

YEAH, TALKING SHIT FOR THE BOYS!!!!!

Below are a chosen few picka's, one very relevant.

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1337 (For you that don't know its something i made up)

I LAUGH at you

You think you so alternative, that you are that cool.

YOUR NOT.

What you are, are hypocrites.

You think your the only ones who can be different.

And if anyone tries to be different, there never going to as "different" as you.

So get fucked,

One day you will realise,

That...ITS FUCKING BLASTOISE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

hey, i'm going to put these pictures that are way new and i'm the only one who's seen them,

lulzkthxbi hehe trollzz u hehe :3

:3

:3

:S

(:

D0 Y0() W4NT T0 D4T& MY 4V4T4R? (Nup, Thats It Your Getting Stabbed!)

"Break-up" season, again. Well at least i can be happy i'm not involved. But then again, i would have had something good to blog about in the "Get Together" season, oh well, move on.

I had a funny conversation today, it was about boarding in an all boys school. We agreed that if we did live there, everything would be FTB, or FOR THE BOYS! So, you would wake up to hear "Waking up FOR THE BOYS!", followed by "Eating lunch FOR THE BOYS!", then "Doing homework FOR THE BOYS!", along with "Taking a piss, FOR THE BOYS!", and ended with "Sleeping FOR THE BOYS!". Trust me, if you didn't find it funny, i sure did!

Mabes good chance of a concert this weekend, hoping for the best, but still in doubt.

I've realised that my blogs have become now, more boring that they originally were; meaning that i'm not attempting to insult anyone or anything, but if i'm going to be honest, i really do not give a fuck about the quality of my blog, because really, your opinion does not count.

Heres a Facebook Comment which i found amusing :3

I'll just leave this here...

oh, and this...

Thats all Fokes!

Her.

I want to but i can't.

Why don't i get a choice, or even a chance.

I probably shouldn't but i do,

Fuck the Friend Zone,

Fucking diddly of a pickle,

.

Sitting, Waiting, Watching, Lurking.

ROUNDABOUTS!

"Its getting late but we don't care".

Good times with Good Mates.

They were my last few days. Fucking fantastic.

It all started with an 18th...

And ended with a road trip...

Some will say the second one sucked.

I say that it was great, so many memories.

And also, when your have good mates, you will aways have good times. Hmm, i think i have found my 4th rule!.....

• Times with Uncle Naughto and Aunty Shazzzz and brothers Sammy and Danny
• Joshy's Dance Learnt
• Roundabouts
• Car Convoys
• Rape Park
• The Strazburg EXPRESSS Chugga Chugga CHOOO CHOOO!
• Power boxing.
• Attempting to shuffle
• DOOB PATROL
• Well Played
• OI, can you clean this up...
• Irony of ECO Warrior
• Pull Your Ranger Head IN!!!!!!!!
• Raging
• 1337

LOVE YOU GUYS

Oh and...

DOOB DOOB DOOB!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

FUCK LUCK.

Full of Confidence.

No reason too.

My Life Story.

Joking optimistically about my chances the days before to friends, i entered with a slight confidence never felt before. Soon that confidence dwindled and i was in the same position i was always in: Take another drink, act the funny guy, watch as my mates pick up, and be placed in the generic "friend zone". Fuck it i constantly tell myself, move on, "there will be another time", all lies feeding my friend pessimism.

She sure has grown large.

Now i think my future. My optimism tries to make a dash for the light, but is drowned out once again, is it my fault?

How can it be your fault for something you can never achieve.

FUCK LUCK.

Something I found while riding the kegs on the Interwebs!

"Look again at that dot. That's here. That's home. That's us. On it everyone you love, everyone you know, everyone you ever heard of, every human being who ever was, lived out their lives. The aggregate of our joy and suffering, thousands of confident religions, ideologies, and economic doctrines, every hunter and forager, every hero and coward, every creator and destroyer of civilization, every king and peasant, every young couple in love, every mother and father, hopeful child, inventor and explorer, every teacher of morals, every corrupt politician, every "superstar," every "supreme leader," every saint and sinner in the history of our species lived there--on a mote of dust suspended in a sunbeam.

The Earth is a very small stage in a vast cosmic arena. Think of the rivers of blood spilled by all those generals and emperors so that, in glory and triumph, they could become the momentary masters of a fraction of a dot. Think of the endless cruelties visited by the inhabitants of one corner of this pixel on the scarcely distinguishable inhabitants of some other corner, how frequent their misunderstandings, how eager they are to kill one another, how fervent their hatreds.

Our posturings, our imagined self-importance, the delusion that we have some privileged position in the Universe, are challenged by this point of pale light. Our planet is a lonely speck in the great enveloping cosmic dark. In our obscurity, in all this vastness, there is no hint that help will come from elsewhere to save us from ourselves.

The Earth is the only world known so far to harbor life. There is nowhere else, at least in the near future, to which our species could migrate. Visit, yes. Settle, not yet. Like it or not, for the moment the Earth is where we make our stand".

MAPATHY!

SUPSUPSUP?

Today was pretty fun, i resolved some issues, which i'm sure will appear again; thats the way I resolve things. I spose i could use a simile of this...its like putting all the mess in your cupboard. Now, the issues gone but as soon as you need a jumper...BAM! I spose i'll always need that jumper in the end, but for now i think ill stay cold.

GET AROUND ME!

KEENKEENKEEN.

BRB Intersection.

Sup Gangas,

Last Exam Tomorrow.

Pretty Keen.

English After.

Not Keen.

First Party.

Very Keen.

School The Next Day.

Not Keen At All.

Waking Up Early The Next Day.

Fuck Life.

I'll Just Leave This Here...

Tokyoooooooo DRIFT DRIFT

Greetings,

Exams are almost over and i feel like just posting a blog that is anything that pops into my head as i type.

Ahead are 2 parties that i hold high hopes for. how was that alliteration? if i had a gold star id give it to me, selfless right?

Now I had this conversation with a mate today,

Jazza: What is your position on the situation of human rights in Myanmar?

My Response: Fuck Myanmar

Now, as you can see thats a pretty deep statement from me, but its true really. i honestly don't care that much about the human rights in some shit country a long away from everything that matters to me, yeah i know what your saying, "you selfish cunt". well you know what, if you say that you care about human rights in Myanmar in all seriousness, i would say, where the fuck is Myanmar. I know thats self centered, but no one, except maybe Mother Teresa and Jesus, really care about Myanmar or know where the fuck it really is. My take on the situation is that it doesn't really exist but really represents a new discovered continent where all the worlds hard lads are sent to were they can grow their hard lad mullets/rat tails and roll all the "homos" they want and act like the coolest people on earth, which they are... we can always dream can't we...

NOTE: Take a "hard" look at the name of the country.

IN OTHER NEWS:

I've been used as a scapegoat again which is always a joyous occasion.

Well, i think thats enough bullshit for tonight.

Ill leave you with one of my Favorite PPPikkas.

The Rape Zone; Good or bad?

Bec Freeman's blogs are irrelevant and and do not contain any truth...

who am i kidding, her blogs are awesome.

yewyewyew.

EXAMS = SMAXE

Cool Right?

Now a cool pika that makes me smile.

:)

Note to everyone, Drowning lessons now available:

No one cares how much you studied!

Source A:

Source B:

FUCK OFF.

On another note, i've become pro at using Paint, as you can see by the evidence i have provided for my useless argument.

Math exam tomorrow, ive done 26 hours of study.

FUCK BEARINGS

Note to self: Blogging is shit, stop doing it.

FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFuck i cant wait till exams are over then p to the arty time; shall i add a yewyewyew?

"xoxo gossip guy"

ps. i just noticed a comment which made me laugh "bucket loads". ILY.

Not Interesting Do Not Read:

Things that I think are a little bit bullshit:

1. Girls Complaining about their toilets

2. People being offended by the word "cunt" when they say "fuck" all the time.

3. 120 Hours

4. Hating Hypocrites when you are one.

5. One word Texts, Comments, IM's.

6. Myspace

7. Twitter

8. Analysising "Texts"

9. People picking up Miss-speling

10. Golf

11. "Sea Dogs 4 life"

12. 80km/h

13. The Number 13

14. Getting Rolled

15. "liking someone"

16. Being Fat

17. Justin Bieber

18. The Luge, I mean, lying down takes skill.

19. The word Slut

20. My Blog.

For Those Who Care.

The IT Crowd is possibly the greatest show in the world, besides Hungry Beast.

That is all.

SIKE

AND SKINS IS ALSO GREATTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT

Some People Should Just Throw in the Towel of Life. Exhibit A.:

Reading this makes me laugh, i hope it will make you laugh too.

Justin Faggot just might be, a little bit bullshit.

Me plus you, I'ma tell you one time
Me plus you, I'ma tell you one time
Me plus you, I'ma tell you one time
One time, one time

When I met you girl my heart went knock knock
Now them butterflies in my stomach won't stop stop
And even though it's a struggle love is all we got
And we gon' keep keep climbing to the mountain top

Your world is my world
And my fight is your fight
My breath is your breath
And your heart

And girl you're my one love, my one heart
My one life for sure
Let me tell you one time
(Girl, I love, girl I love you)
I'ma tell you one time
(Girl, I love, girl I love you)

And I'ma be your one guy
You'll be my #1 girl
Always making time for you
I'ma tell you one time
(Girl, I love, girl I love you)
I'ma tell you one time
(Girl, I love, girl I love you)

You look so deep, you know that it humbles me
You're by my side, them troubles them not trouble me
Many have called but the chosen is you
Whatever you want shawty I'll give it to you

Your world is my world
And my fight is your fight
My breath is your breath
And your heart

And girl you're my one love, my one heart
My one life for sure
Let me tell you one time
(Girl, I love, girl I love you)
I'ma tell you one time
(Girl, I love, girl I love you)

And I'ma be your one guy
You'll be my #1 girl
Always making time for you
I'ma tell you one time
(Girl, I love, girl I love you)
I'ma tell you one time
(Girl, I love, girl I love you)

Shawty right there
She's got everything I need
And I'ma tell her one time
Give you everything you need down to my last dime

She makes me happy
I know where I'll be
Right by your side
'Cause she is the one

And girl you're my one love, my one heart
My one life for sure
Let me tell you one time
(Girl, I love, girl I love you)
I'ma tell you one time
(Girl, I love, girl I love you)

And I'ma be your one guy
You'll be my #1 girl
Always making time for you
I'ma tell you one time
(Girl, I love, girl I love you)
I'ma tell you one time
(Girl, I love, girl I love you)

Me plus you, I'ma tell you one time
Me plus you, I'ma tell you one time
Me plus you, I'ma tell you one time
One time, one time

What a douche right.

4 Man Wolf Pack

My Fellow Comrades and I enjoyed a peaceful night last night with little to no excitement and story's to tell...SIKE!

Last nights fun could not have been predicted by anyone, let alone the wolf pack itself. Let me entail you a little about my night as if i do not, i will surely forget these unforgeable details...

The night started with little hesitation to open a cold one, and we were underway; off to a flying start.

After a little while we started to discuss drinking games, and i though of a great, and possibly life threating idea. THE JUSTIN BIEBER GAME. The rules were like this:

If the word "One" was said during the film clip Sammy would drink.

If the word "Time" was said during the film clip Guyda would drink.

If the douche touched himself Joshy would drink.

And if his "girl" came into the film clip i would drink.

Summing up Guyda finished 2 drinks in 4 minutes while the rest of us only finished a poor 1.5. Laughs all around.

We carried our on with a journey to Joshy's balcony were Sammy made a wonderful life choice by making a rule that every time a white car drove past he would drink...the white car ratio was approximately 20:1.

The fun continued until Guyda suggested we go for a relaxing stroll down to South. Along the way we met with some other young "Hooligans" who we joined forces with for a short time before they went their separate ways.

The wolf pack changed their direction as they tracked down another party to crash. It gets a little blury from here on for some unforeseen reasons but we ended up inside a house of some people we bearly knew.

Throughout the rest of the night we made new friends and the laughter continued. As we ended back at Joshys house with new members of our Wolf Pack, we were now a 8+ multisex wolf pack.

Joshy's garage was then used as our "crib" as the fun continued.

Then for the next 4 hours as we tried to get to sleep Sammy and "Caroline" argued about sam's cardigan and his sexual orientation. Riveting Stuff. Some of the more memorable quotes were "Your a fag", "Shut up Slut", "Well My Cardigan has pockets".

As we arose the next morning it was met with sly smiles and jokes and embarrassed faces all round.

Saturday the 13th and Sunday the 14th of March were Days that i will never forget and this blog will make sure of it.

one last thing,

ILY 4 MAN WOLF PACK.

Free.

A certain friend of mine just attempted to show me how he could "tune" someone.
Although his attempt clearly failed his confidence was undiminished, as he walked away with a smile on his face that just said, there will be another day.

Im going to break Rule 3 right now with this:
"As far as I know, my computer has never had an undetected error".

WOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW.

What was i thinking?

As another night draws to a close my mind starts to wonder to the weekend ahead. What could the next few days hold in my little world?

This thought then brings me to the my point of how our insignificant our little worlds are. Now lets think for a second; the World is 148.94 million square kilometers wide inhabiting 6,692,030,227 people and climbing, each with a story to tell and "issues" of their own which may very be more interesting that yours.

Now that we have this fact in mind, the "issues" that we have in our little worlds of "deciding a hair cut" or the problem that "she doesn't like me" could be paling inconsiderable in-comparison to the most slender issue of one of those 6,692,030,227 people.

So next time you go to write a blog about your staggering issue(s) think for a second, does it really matter?

Sometimes our little worlds are "a little bit bullshit".

Later.

Plastic Trees.

IT.

Well. Vince has been identifed. It turns out Vince is actually the notorious Holy Alliance of Detrimentality, another shit alias of Daniel "Gaycunt" Allard.

It seems that everyone is joining the blogging craze, including me.

I dont have anything else to say, execpt for everyones hating on everyone.

And a quote from Sammy, "I have three STDs, You have none".

Later.

What the VINCE?

Wanted: Vince.

Dead Or Alive

Reward: 1 Night on the Town with David

Warning: There is no known information on the "Vince". Reward Seekers should be careful of Shit Blogs and being called "Emo".

Information will be rewarded.