Yeah first post of the day... well these are going to be a few hellish last day... One more big lab report then I'm free until I have to start studying for finals. Try to keep sane and hopefully will all make it through alive.

Talk on here is gettin so damn old
I swear it's got vericose veins.
I'm feelin pissy (truth be told)
so I'm hitchin up bellicose reigns.
Foot planted in stirrup upon my warhorse
tongue planted firmly in cheek;
galloping now en route to your course
and a whip of the tongue slays the meek.

Okay, to reiterate (well, to quote it actually) from my last message: "They [vice] KNOW it's not a swastika." Jeez people. All of you are missing the whole fucking point; so why don't we just drop it now anyway?

And Percy... for the love of all things good stop being such a pussy and click the fuckin link already. I clicked it the second I saw it and it was even better than tub girl! Panzy-ass-Percy... step up already!!! I know you've got it in you. Oh yeah... and go tell your mom off while you're at it. Tell her to go kneel in the basement for a few hours every day until she smartens the fuck up.

It's all about BALLS my friends. And before you get all "CHAUVINIST!!!" on my ass (I'm the best feminist I know... and humble too!)... you don't have to have testicles to have BALLS. BALLS is a state of mind. BALLAGE is a way of life. The lesson in all this? Why, I'm glad you asked! So I'll tell you: stop living in fear and ignorance. If your balls get stepped on they get stepped on. Life goes on. But the moment you start worrying about your balls is the moment your life grinds to a halt. Life doesn't go on for the man (yeah, yeah... or woman... it's just a fuckin metaphor) who can't take his hands off his balls.

The SEX PISTOLS knew it all along: NEVERMIND THE BOLLOCKS.

tonight's gonna be longy
all night bonkers gong show gongy
no sleep song songy d'ja mean lulaby
nas said life's a bitch and then you die
gettin' high is what i have in mind
i mean marks just look at the charts of my kind
the stamina of keepin' this A+ i will just have to find

The Juno's in Edmonton!

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And in other news my cat barfed on the stairs. Back to you...

Sorry no rhyme - just rants

FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK

ok i think that's enough

Dam you Tay!!! AGAAHAHGHAHHHH!

Pass da scat? No thx,
I'd rather chat, tit fo tat,
with any otha villainous cat,
play Mortal Kombat on a table mat -
anything but that. What u say?
T.U.B.? I can tell ya fo sho
she ain't no B.U.T. That girl needs
ta cap the gap befo it gets chapped
cuz I don't got enuff saran wrap.

or does you really mean Ali?
get grilled like Foreman, pally

OooOooOoo, barfed. Which reminds me of an incident on the bus a ways back when Paras and I used to be on the same route....