Oh yeah.

I have to comment on the Twitter shit.

First of all, what the fuck is it all about?
I do quite understand that internet is for twats these days but what the fuck is Twitter for?
Telling people you just got dressed and ready to go to work?

Some things are acceptable but not Twitter.
Complete and utter bullshit.
Worst, it's on the news.

I guess we are slowly dying upon stupidity.

Skinner

This probably one of the reason people turn to clinical 'illness'.
It's a catchy tune though, but I'm not saying it's good.
Liking it does not mean you have to preach the goodness to a blind man.
I'm not in any position to take away a persons' hearing.

The first time I heard of this, I was shocked when I misheard him singing 'I think you are really thick, you're thick but my gosh don't you know it'.
I would marry him if he did sing it like that.

He could be the thick one but I know lots of people who happen to like him.
The song perhaps but who knows.
People are a bit weird these days.
They believe we come from alien which again they believe to have been abducting them.
It's like breaking a news to a kid that lollies are made from their own shit.
That wouldn't be good, though kids have the most impressive digestion system.

Yes!

" If climbing is a sport, then chewing on a straw is an exercise"

Banana

She's out now and I'm in.

I'm hit and you're it!

Sorry love for what has happened.

I'll send you the picture of the invincible dog that you adore.

DM talks about necrophilia?

You are his match even if you are thousands miles away.

;p

.......... and you keep coming back, thank you love"

"Hate is more lasting than dislike."
- I shall not disclose the name


No one can escape the indulgence of hatred and rage.
Those who denounce it are the one enjoying it the most.

18 and life.

By:

One - The ability of dragging myself from one room to another has astonished others.

Two - My mum realized kids should not be taught to speak at such early age.

Three - I am quite sure I did something idiotic yet adorable.

Four - I can read lines on the telly, which caused a huge sum of money donated to the

playdoh coperation.

Five - Reading newspaper was the in thing for children. At least for me it was.

Six - Jealousy of curly-haired bitch took away my 'could-have-been' first trophy.

Seven - Who needs education when your *now-late* pre-school teacher loved you.

Eight - The imagination of absolute power forced me to humiliate myself.

Nine - I could skip a grade? That's nonsense!

Ten - People around me made their first appearance in 'Let's take a year out of your life'.

Eleven - The thoughts of division and multiplication scared the shit out of me.

Twelve - I learned how to lie to avoid suspicion on my absence from the class.

Thirteen - The door to hatred first opened.

Fourteen - Now they're telling me I am different!

Fifteen - A day before you (everyone else for that matter) anticipate for a scrumptious cake was defeated by the loss of a lost one.

Sixteen - Pretentious scummy was forced to like me, again.

Seventeen - Yes I am a year younger than all of you.

Eighteen - Shall we not bring up all of the above again?

Perhaps in the next ten years I could look into this just to make me feel thick.

Or let others be baffle by this ingenious activity.

To make myself feel better, I have a trophy now.

To make myself feel like a shit, no one thought I could write about this.

Forget about Cambridge, I have the t-shirt and that's good enough.

"It just goes to show, you can't be too careful"

Yes David, how brilliant is that.
You had just successfully created a whole new way of spamming.
How about don't leave a fucking idiotic comment at all.

It was fun for a while until it annoys you.
For every video that you are in, I have to face the terror or moving my eyes from one text to another only to realize they're the same shit.
Don't get me wrong, I am actually very fond of you but your order has delivered some sort of wisdom to twats, which is appalling.

How about don't register at all if you are only going to say nasty things.
Like many entities, I had contracted a disease where I would indulge myself in reading comments on every damn sites, maybe it's just me.
But thanks to you the joy of laughing at the comments made has now perished.
I thought no one could take that away from me and I was wrong.


: Incase anyone think I was serious, it just goes to show, you can't be too careful.
:l

Tounge Brushing.

Complete stupidity.
Never brush mine because it doesn't need to be brushed.

Marionette

I just got one of that.
Not sure if I can pull it off.
At least I will not be THAT lonely.

I want to be like Miroslav Trejtnar.
Heh partially like him.
Woodcrafting and a puppeteer.
:)