now we wait for paras to delete my messages.

Sweet, it worked! Nobody sets ME up the bomb!!! woo!!!

argh. It only HALF worked, although it was nicely destructive. Maybe this will work, otherwise I think it's safe to say that this webpage has set ME up the bomb.




NOW I SET YOU UP THE BOMB!!!

Maybe because I'm just tired, or I'm just stressed about my exam tomorrow, but I'm getting damn sick of you, whoever the fuck you are. At this point I really don't care, at first it was all in good fun but now it's getting to the point where I'm getting pissed off with this entire charade. Once upon a time the profanity was hilarious, but now I'm just getting mad, maybe it has something to do with the lack of respect you have of certain recent events to so blatantly "talk" in such a manner, especially with the flow of the conversation.

Anyhow, I'm getting mad… and if you know me as well as I think you do… you don't want to get me mad.

I'm going to bed.

Fuck Off Asshole.

BOOM BIZOUNCE!!!

That's it. I've had a enough. I'm officially setting this webpage up the bomb. BEHOLD:



FEAR THE FACELESS WRATH!!!

...and from Paras, I quote: "That was lame! It wasn't even a real baby. And she didn't get a touchdown!"

Didn't get a touchdown? Hello? Everybody knows that "Olay, trobachov!" means "fuck yeah, I got a motherfuckin touchdown with that baby!" in Swahili-creole. You idiot. And it wasn't a real baby??? You think it would be funny if it was a REAL baby!?!! You SICK fuck!!!

I suggest you watch it again, you child-abuse-condoning bastard. Some granny should set YOU up the baby-kicking bomb. Then we'll see who laughs!

DOUBLE-YOU-TEA-EPH!?!!! Idiots!!! I just gave away the answer to the mystery person, as did Paras! HELLO!?? It's CLEARLY not MATT.

And no, you weren't in my social class, so shut the fuck up before I set you up the bomb.

Yeah, I learned about Kari on Tuesday, didn't know what to think... just one of those things that hits you like a ton of bricks. Never saw it coming...
Had quite a few classes with her throughout high school, talked rarely with her though.

I too was in Kari's Grade 12 social class.... I think, memory's a little hazy. Crazy Wallace and his surfing on the web for fishing stuff sitting in his crazy chair...

As for our mystery person... Matt Lisac?

"the price is WRONG, bitch"
now my tongue got an itch
goin off without a hitch:

here I start, the end to impart
the identity of this secret entity:

Tongue-lash into whip-lash
and he's jigglin' up the big-brash
kuz all the layed-"EEE!"s love it and they covet
They shove it and they shake it for him
sh-sh-shake it like a polaroid
gettin so paranoid they got hemWHOREoids
kuzza the chronic in the positronic brain
shootin dope up in the blood-rope
like a speeding bullet in the head
get in his bed bitch kuz his tongue got an itch
an' it be goin off beneath yo britches
so bring yo sistahs and yer bitches
kuz momma teaches sharing equals caring
and on the beach devil-daring is his santa maria
get on board we'll be seein-ya
when his sea-fairing vessel
wants to get ya all undressed you'll
sail his jolly roger an' sing th' high-C:
'yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum drank with jin'n'juicy'
go low, hos, walk his plank make him cum
on yer chin iz his juice see as ya shuvit in yer loose catch
shiverin his timbers wanderin fingers
spyin the snatch with his eyepatch as he whispers
"Yer bling is my bling and my bling yers."

Who this fucked up, sucked up,
drugged up, thugged-up buccanneer be?
Bees knees, bitches! his sticky white still lingers on yer stingers!
we be talkin bout the captain- the captain known as cromulent
and cromulent meaning Ngerz!