Blinded people need not read
Nor can they, but that's not the point here. The point here is that (I guess) nobody is reading lately (this blog). All people have lost their appetite for posting, even me... for now. I have not, however, lost my appetite for destruction, and that's why right now, as I type, I am violently crushing some boxes. Soon the promised land will be reached, and new postings and pages will be loaded for your and my viewing pleasure. And believe me, their will be pleasure, as I plan to post 20 gigs of porn to a secret location with a secret name using a secret mouse and keyboard I have.
In reality, I do have a few reports to make. I recently talked to the neo-prophet that I was documenting. As we all know, he dropped his theories for the time-being as the pressure was becoming overwhelming. And so it was, because as one might guess, being an undiscovered prophet is a huge burden. It's also the beauty in documentation; the humbling feeling of defeat felt through film. I suppose I'll try to make that happen, upon receiving the money from you for support. Good editing is not free motherfucker. To end this story on a positive note, the model of the theory is still available upon request, and I will explain it in the same manner.
The cold dark winter has taken hold of middle America, and I'm feeling it. It's a nostalgic feeling that goes good with a heavy metal montage, I think we all can agree. These are the weather patterns that metal dreams are made of. I wish I could portray this feeling in film. I'll need extra funding for that, so don't be pull that "I'm thrifty" bullshit. Good times are not free, just like that hooker told you once.
Does anybody watch the Gastineau Girls on the T-V? They're real dumb you know. I don't want to be a condescending jerk (usually), but they're real dumb. They were offered a job at some magazine to write a column, but unfortunately they don't know how to type. Worse yet, they don't even know how to think of phrases to type... or how to spell the work "choked." I'm quite fed up with people who are famous by association (if you can call Mark Gastineau famous) being on TV. Yeah, yeah, we could all go on and on about shit like that, but none if it deserves extra attention.
Now for the codes I promised previously:
Before you enter your garage in the morning before work, stand in the "safe spot" next to the left hand side of the closet door to avoid enemy attacks. Then press up-up-left-down-up on your right-shoe stripes. Now enter the garage and you should have full health!
When the neighbor's cat Damzibar uses his claw attack, use your jump attack. If that doesn't work, run up the stairs and then back down thereby restarting the battle at square one.
Press 733666 on your cell phone at anytime, then hit the menu button. This should increase your magic points by 50%. Caution: this code does not work during 911 calls.
Okay, great. I hope those come in handy. I'm going to watch "Salt of the Earth" now, the only Blacklisted movie ever! Communist propaganda it must be.
In reality, I do have a few reports to make. I recently talked to the neo-prophet that I was documenting. As we all know, he dropped his theories for the time-being as the pressure was becoming overwhelming. And so it was, because as one might guess, being an undiscovered prophet is a huge burden. It's also the beauty in documentation; the humbling feeling of defeat felt through film. I suppose I'll try to make that happen, upon receiving the money from you for support. Good editing is not free motherfucker. To end this story on a positive note, the model of the theory is still available upon request, and I will explain it in the same manner.
The cold dark winter has taken hold of middle America, and I'm feeling it. It's a nostalgic feeling that goes good with a heavy metal montage, I think we all can agree. These are the weather patterns that metal dreams are made of. I wish I could portray this feeling in film. I'll need extra funding for that, so don't be pull that "I'm thrifty" bullshit. Good times are not free, just like that hooker told you once.
Does anybody watch the Gastineau Girls on the T-V? They're real dumb you know. I don't want to be a condescending jerk (usually), but they're real dumb. They were offered a job at some magazine to write a column, but unfortunately they don't know how to type. Worse yet, they don't even know how to think of phrases to type... or how to spell the work "choked." I'm quite fed up with people who are famous by association (if you can call Mark Gastineau famous) being on TV. Yeah, yeah, we could all go on and on about shit like that, but none if it deserves extra attention.
Now for the codes I promised previously:
Before you enter your garage in the morning before work, stand in the "safe spot" next to the left hand side of the closet door to avoid enemy attacks. Then press up-up-left-down-up on your right-shoe stripes. Now enter the garage and you should have full health!
When the neighbor's cat Damzibar uses his claw attack, use your jump attack. If that doesn't work, run up the stairs and then back down thereby restarting the battle at square one.
Press 733666 on your cell phone at anytime, then hit the menu button. This should increase your magic points by 50%. Caution: this code does not work during 911 calls.
Okay, great. I hope those come in handy. I'm going to watch "Salt of the Earth" now, the only Blacklisted movie ever! Communist propaganda it must be.
posted by fiestawizard at 11:44 AM
2 Comments:
great to finally have you back at the helm of Extension 54. those other guys sucked, and i deleted all their fake posts.
cell phones suck. i'd like to try the trick you mention, but my battery is dead. i am out of MP for tonight, also. and 50% of 0 is, of course, zero.
i'll check out salt of the earth.
your funding check, in the amount of 100,000 dollhairs, is in the mail. i'm now the executive producer.
Yes, that's the caveat of the magic point trick. I suggest you find an elixir at some old man's shop.
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