Take this lump of sugar bay-beh,
You know you want it.
Father Dougal Maguire - My Lovely Horse (rejected lyrics)
Always wanted to start this gibberish with a song lyric. Just needed to find the right song. God bless the internet. Girls request your friendship out of the blue then put up picture of the bare boobs and butts like roseleonard. What a world.
My dreams kick ass. Couple of nights ago it was the seventies (in my head, not literally but if you know otherwise). Egg was caught up in a teenage girl-gang rumble. He with them were taken to this underground complex where the 'upper class' watch an alien serial killer pick them off in an underground swimming complex via CCTV. The death were pretty fecking grisly however Egg was actually this undercover cop working for me trying to root out 'upper class' corruption and he faces of with the alien serial killer monster ala Predator vs Arnie style and crushes a spear in it's face to kil it. Then he blows up the mansion and I lead an assault crew with driving skills into the 'upper class' alien serial killer factory. This dream kicked so much ass I didn't get up until 11:30 the next day thus bollocking up an opportunity for some optional overtime. I rule.
I would have done the same this morning (It's the seventies again. I'm a gunrunner who got caught double-crossing this kingpin and I'm being tortured but the bonds are not secure so I break out and kick some ass until these Japanese women nudist ninjas show up and we fight through this opulent castle and because my skills kick so much ass they defect and we take down the kingpin's operations although he calls in the heavies when I woke up) but I had to work and would have got my bollocks stomped into a gooey mash if I didn't show up. I'm a professional.
Shit on the balls of software companies that claim they're free but demand you install spyware (they said it wasn't sypware... lying toads). Blasphemous scum should be strung up and teabagged to death by the Iron Giant. This machine my be a chundering wreck of a computer but it's clean. Well according to AdAware it is and that's the way it's fecking staying.
Time to find something to do for three hours before the NFL because I'm wrapping this literary drool up. Until then, take it away...the Scories.
God bless the Shetland lingo. 'The Scories' is way better than 'The Flock'. Don't ever say I don't bring culture to this here cyberspace. If you do you'd be lying. Shame.
You know you want it.
Father Dougal Maguire - My Lovely Horse (rejected lyrics)
Always wanted to start this gibberish with a song lyric. Just needed to find the right song. God bless the internet. Girls request your friendship out of the blue then put up picture of the bare boobs and butts like roseleonard. What a world.
My dreams kick ass. Couple of nights ago it was the seventies (in my head, not literally but if you know otherwise). Egg was caught up in a teenage girl-gang rumble. He with them were taken to this underground complex where the 'upper class' watch an alien serial killer pick them off in an underground swimming complex via CCTV. The death were pretty fecking grisly however Egg was actually this undercover cop working for me trying to root out 'upper class' corruption and he faces of with the alien serial killer monster ala Predator vs Arnie style and crushes a spear in it's face to kil it. Then he blows up the mansion and I lead an assault crew with driving skills into the 'upper class' alien serial killer factory. This dream kicked so much ass I didn't get up until 11:30 the next day thus bollocking up an opportunity for some optional overtime. I rule.
I would have done the same this morning (It's the seventies again. I'm a gunrunner who got caught double-crossing this kingpin and I'm being tortured but the bonds are not secure so I break out and kick some ass until these Japanese women nudist ninjas show up and we fight through this opulent castle and because my skills kick so much ass they defect and we take down the kingpin's operations although he calls in the heavies when I woke up) but I had to work and would have got my bollocks stomped into a gooey mash if I didn't show up. I'm a professional.
Shit on the balls of software companies that claim they're free but demand you install spyware (they said it wasn't sypware... lying toads). Blasphemous scum should be strung up and teabagged to death by the Iron Giant. This machine my be a chundering wreck of a computer but it's clean. Well according to AdAware it is and that's the way it's fecking staying.
Time to find something to do for three hours before the NFL because I'm wrapping this literary drool up. Until then, take it away...the Scories.
God bless the Shetland lingo. 'The Scories' is way better than 'The Flock'. Don't ever say I don't bring culture to this here cyberspace. If you do you'd be lying. Shame.
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and poi should be a laugh once we get shit sorted lol