Monday, March 01, 2004



Ok the crazy thing of this whole story is the way that it started rather the way that is encompassed so many dimensions of jene say kwah-esque attributes that there was no alternative than to name it utmost baddest to the bone level 83.

Just imagine like a car chasing you down this alley and it’s red and sleek and with chrome rimes and shining new paint job and fykn styll a piece of shit, knawwatahmean? Sure you do. It’s so obvious that it’s almost jurkstorred, wait, I promised the bird people I wouldn’t utter that utterage. But well, that which must be done is done and then you know that your name is mr. alphabet. Wait, why, why, wait.

Muuuuuuuthafuckin jurk storr knows mad avenues to bust through that shit without a moment’s delay.

Fukn files. They are available for perusage, don’t make lenny send over the Korean krime kartel to put the kibosh on ken kenifff’s power ab machine enhancers. Whaat the fukc ever that’s like retarded with a capital arded.

No you are.

ok i won't sell out and have that be the end of this shit, um, no. fukc, everything soudns so durrrr what the fuckever and i'm just like well my last names' kids library is seriously locatated across the sxtreet at the jurkk storre, yah that's ths italian version of it.

okey dokey uno mas paragropho, hmmm, i have an idea, wait, whut the fuck? dang i keep fukn forgetting what the fuck it was i was gonna muthafuckin say and i keep thinking that it is the most retardated thing in the land to be feeling that way, not with the state of the gray nation. i mean if you're into keeping the peace in all the five realms of parrallax, then i think you oughta be ready for a little coat smurf snail related incidents.