Friday, July 29, 2005

Memoirs of High School (pt.2)

Well peepsies...if you've felt the magic, and you've heard the roar...Check out THIS utterly ridiculous short story...What the hell was I thinking?!...




An Ass to the Second Power…

Beyond the puny existence of mere mortal men, there reigns a donkey. Yet he is no ordinary donkey, he has a wisdom greater than that of a bowl of corn-flakes, and is surrounded by a mystical aura so powerful, that he is recognized as a cosmic being of unlimited power. His true name is unknown to all under him. He is known only as “OOOO!”. He was appointed High-overseer of the known universe, by the all-powerful MOO, guardian of eternity, all that exists, has existed, and ever will exist. OOOO! took his job very seriously. Sitting upon his throne atop a mountain of fetid asses, he surveys the known Universe with a watchful eye.

Every 4000 years, the unbearable need for power would plague his very essence. On this journey, he would need to acquire sustenance. There were only two things that would appease his craving: the remaining energy of dying stars to satisfy his lust for power, and the wonderful taste of cheese, the sole source of his actual diet.. The stellar energy would be absorbed through every pore in his body. The more energy he obtained, the more powerful he would become. However, there still remained the “Hunger”. After consuming mass quantities, and various flavors of the delicious and often porous substance known as cheese, he would once again sit atop his throne, in a satisfied sense of omnipotence. For a period of about 500 years after the journey, his all-powerful stomach would bulge and become gaseous. This period of time was the “Galactic Flatulation Period”.(and you thought solar flares were bad!) This, contrary to the majority of scientific theories, was the event that both created and destroyed galaxies and their respective Solar Systems across the span of known space.

As far as the events in the universe go, he would only interfere if he deemed it completely necessary. Most of the time, he would let things happen as they may, completely impartial to the hustle and bustle of lower beings. Most of the happenings in the universe were insignificant in the mind of the Great Donkey OOOO!.

Occasionally an intruder from another universe would challenge OOOO! Knowing his power to be far superior to that of his opponents, he would toy with them and make them think they were capable of overthrowing his rule. After he was thoroughly amused with his little game, he would turn around and give the “Cosmic Mule Kick” , sending his adversary into eternal nothingness of oblivion. During the periods of Galactic Flatulence, he would use to his advantage, the unstoppable power of the “Ass’ ass”. He would disperse the opponents atoms across the cosmos. Surly, an ass to the second power, cannot be stopped.

Although he was a cosmic being, he did have his weaknesses. Most of them, however, were unrevealed to anyone except Moo. One of these faults was the fact that he tended to overlook the insignificant things in the Universe(humans included). Knowing this, a young farmer named Samud Nave decided to take advantage of this particular flaw. Samud needed fertilizer for his farm. None of his crops were growing correctly. His wife, formerly known as Gillian Anderson, was becoming very angry because she and their 97 children were running out of food. They didn’t have meat or vegetables because the cattle were not getting proper nutrients, hence not adequately fertilizing the soil rich enough for the crops to grow. And what better fertilizer than cosmic POO. His plan was to get some of the highly potent and omnipotent poo of OOOO! If he was going to do it, it was the perfect time; during one of the “Galactic Flatulation” periods.

One thing still bothered Samud, How the @#$%& would he get to the Mountain of Fetid Asses? Knowing that long distance space travel hadn’t been invented yet, he began to think. He spent approximately 3 months thinking, all the while, his family becoming more and more hungry with every passing moment. Apparently all this thinking and waiting had driven all of them crazy, because when Samud finally came up with a solution, it came out somewhat like this: “I’ve done it! I know how to get his attention, I will destroy most of the known world and make him come to meeeeeeeeeeee! AH HA HA HA HA AH!!!!!!!” At that point his whole family started cheering “Dad is great, he give us the chocolate cake!” Now, to normal people, that statement would make absafrigginloutely no sense, but you must remember, they were dreadfully insane.

Samud went to the nearest Nuclear Missile Silo, and with his phenomenal intelligence, broke in, and secured control. He then hid in a safe bunker, and with his remote launch capability, fired 175 nukes at various World Powers. So as to go out in a blaze of glory, the other countries then fired their own nukes. When all was said and done, Samud emerged from his bunker with a smirk. Then he realized that all the life on the planet Earth was gone. Naturally the Great OOOO! came down to Earth to confront Samud. He asked only one word, WHY?! With great exasperation Samud related his amazing story feeling mighty proud of himself. When OOOO! explained that now he had no family to provide for, no farm, no people to trade crops with, no animals left on earth to fertilize anything, and with the sun blotted out by the impending nuclear winter..no hope of growing crops to begin with. Samud replied only with “D-OH......”

Samud grew hungry and was exposed to excessively high degrees of radiation. Needless to say, he died an agonizing and painful death. From under the crust of the seemingly lifeless planet, the ground began to stir, and billions upon billions of cockroaches emerged. Being the only species on Earth able to withstand the high levels of radiation, they then took over the world. Viva la cucaracha!

Thursday, July 28, 2005

Memoirs of High School...

Do I need to go into how pathetic the whole education system is? No, perhaps not, I would however like to bring this to your attention...

The following is one of many papers I wrote in High School. Most of which for a class called "Mythology and Modern Literature." Normally, you'd think this would be a really cool class. However, this class was "taught" my a woman known as Ms. Buckley aka "The Foot". The reason for this was because her right foot was enlarged with a tumor or rolls of fat, or god knows what...at any rate, it didn't fit correctly into her shoe, and spilled over the sides. I believe John refers to her as "shoe-loaf"...ewww... She is perhaps the stupidest person I have ever met...and yet she was responsible for teaching impressionable young adults. This is the lady that told me that "integral" was not the correct word to use in a sentance showing importance, but merely a word used in mathmatics in reference to integers. At any rate, this is a paper that I actually passed in, more than likely for a good grade. It went right over her head, which really...is just sad.


The Many Tales of Sir Gunther: Slayer of the evil C-Men

I woke up early this morning as I looked around, my world came crumblin’ down. What I saw I couldn’t believe. “Who are you? What might I be?”

“Wait a minute, who is this woman beside me?” I thought to myself… At that very moment I feared I was a man trapped in a woman’s body. No wait… a woman! Perhaps a lesbian! As I had previously been dreaming of the unequaled form of the nude female body. “NO! That can’t be right either”, I thought to myself. I must be a one-legged street mime, the very mime who has been terrorizing the city with his inept ability to make urban dwellers carpool with the wrong people, each of which going to different locations.

“Well, I am off to my daily duties.” I threw on my glistening night coat, put on the Gauntlets of Elasticity, which I often found to be too tight, and impenetrable mukluks are slid gently over my stockings. It was another day of slaying the evil minions of E. Jack and his loyal servants the “C-Men”. “Still no man has come to clash swords with me on this fine day. E. Jack, you’re late!! Come and face me, thou dirtiest of the C-Men.” A man silently walked by caressing a one eyed snake. I went to pet it, but it reared up and bared its enlarged head. At that moment, the man gave a bellowing yell, convulsing, as E. Jack sprung forth from the eye with many of his minions following so close they seemed to be as one, yet they came in spurts. Immediately without hesitance, I released the Enchanted Cloth of SMYR from my satchel. With that I wiped out many of E. Jack’s soldiers, but E. Jack had already fled. I knew that he would come more often and with greater forces of C-Men.

I retired to my humble abode. Nestled myself in the padded berth above my basket factory, and as I dosed off, the thoughts of E. Jack and the evil he can bestow upon unprotected, innocent youth faded from my mind.

A psycho driver twisted in my head, silence broken, but there is nothing said. I got a nightmare from a fantasy. “Will the voices ever set me free? I can hear them, I can hear them, someone wake me when it is over. I can see them, I can see them, I can see them over and over again.” I saw it happening like deja-vu. They tried to tell me, but they couldn’t get through. In my head, I hear the voices scream. “I need someone to tell me what it means.............”

“What is this? A rhyme? Perhaps there is a method to my madness. Though I doubt it, I have been this way for many a day and many a night.” Then came a rumbling, no a ringing, possibly a summoning from the almighty lord. “Gunther, we need your help. There was a big party last night and the floors can prove it.” I took this as a plea and proceed to help my lord in distress.

I walk in with the same garb as the previous morn. Expecting to see E. Jack, I ready myself for battle. With E. Jack nowhere in sight, I removed from the castle, the decrepit husks of the mighty C-Men. It was as if they had dried up overnight…Stuck to whatever they spent their last earthly moments on. Yet at that moment, an elder, who often visits the castle, by name of Dr. Jonda P. Nizstroka produced a larger snake than ever was seen in my day. Bellowing and moaning came deep from within his lungs, and E. Jack came forth bearing greater numbers of his henchmen. Still on my guard, I deployed the Enchanted Cloth of SMYR, and with one swipe annihilated the C-Men. But where was E. Jack? A noise in the distance, “You can destroy my C-Men, but I, E. Jack, will live on to the end of existence.”

Tired, I trudged back to my shelter of solitude. Now all I can do is wait, for today is the day that The Loyal Knights of the Unwavering Cardigans to come take me away. All the while, thinking to myself, “There were no E. Jack-ulations today! I have done well.”





I'll have a couple more to show you, but first, I want you to soak that one in...

UncleHerpie

Tuesday, July 19, 2005

Fuck the Week


Guess what bitches? I don't feel like racking my brain to come up with ways for you to be like me. So, instead...I'm just going to bitch/comment on things.

Who amongst you has seen the Fantastic Four movie? As such, how was it? Leave comments, and I'll make my decision to actually see it or not. I've heard that it's o.k., and I've heard that it can suck the balls clean off a donkey. At any rate, this comes courtesy of http://www.ctrlaltdel-online.com









LIFE:

Man, all this doing stuff really takes it's toll. I had almost forgotten what it was like to use the muscles in my body that aren't required to get me out of a chair or to lift food into my face. Helping people move, hitting the Driving Ranges and the Batting Cages, tearing up/fitting/and laying down carpet on an enclosed outside patio in 90 degree weather, playing catch, cleaning koi ponds and lifting/moving fish tanks...all in a matter of a couple days. I think I've sweat more this week, than in the last 6 months combined.




WRESTLING:

Looks like Matt Hardy is making his presence felt again. He's showed up twice on Raw, interfering with the whole Kane/Lita/Edge fiasco. Not quite sure where this one is heading, but it has me interested, which is more than I can say for MOST of the Wrestling scene right now. One thing I'm really looking forward to is the impending return of Brock Lesnar. In my opinion, which is pretty much gospel at this point, he is sorely needed. He is the full package..he's got the look, the attitude, and the straight up skills to be at the top of the mountain again. He never should have left in the first place, but that is water under the bridge as far as I'm concerned. Hopefully the WWE won't fuck it up and have him feud with Nunzio or some shit...For Fuck's sake, he needs to feud with Ba-friggin-tista.



FISH:

Well folks, there's some bad news too. I have to get rid of 3 of my fish tanks. Tanks in which a lot of time, money and effort went into. My landlord had a sudden panic attack as to how safe the tanks are. I've had them for months without any issues, but I gotta do what the boss man says. Sadly, I'm breaking down my first and only saltwater tank. I'm gonna all the stuff in Andrew's tank that we set up tonight, so it'll be an amalgamation of his and my stuff. The majority of the tank will be his, but at least I'll have access to my two remaining fish "Mellow Yellow" and "Purple Nurple", my crab "Crabob", my starfish, my sea squirt, and my live rock. Crabab on the other hand is going directly into the atlantic ocean, whatever happens, happens...unless Todd wants him. I also have to break down my breeder tank, with all 7 bajillion babies that I've bred, I have no idea where the crap all these will go. Finally, my South American Cichlid tank has to go...which includes my Oscar, Flowerhorn, Convict, Pictus Cat, TriMac, and Jack Dempseys. Thankfully, I get to keep my African Cichlid tank going and my Brackish tank. These are the ones that have received the most effort. They are also the largest of the tanks. Don't ask... I'm trying to get my mother to inherit my South American tank...I'm hoping she comes around...I'm offering free maintenence to ease the transition.




ANIME:

We started watching Trigun again, as Affie had never seen it. With 2 episodes to go, I'm reminded of how bad-ass of a series it truly is. Eclipsed only by the almighty Bebop, which I'm hoping will be the next series to be relived. Also on tap is the redux of Hellsing. No, not VAN Helsing...*mumble*fuckin' swinging bastard...*mumble* "If you're ever in trouble, just swing from something, there's bound to be a vine, or a chain, or a random rope tied to the tallest possible structure or branch in the immediate vicinity" Fuck, that movie sucked...and I'm pretty lenient on films...The fucking cartoon that takes place before the movie was 3 times as good. I mean Frankenstien's monster was a reincarnated corpse with minimal cerebral activity, not a ...I don't know...."Retard Scholar"....Anyway, HELLSING is about a vampire hunting agency based on the legend of the actual Van Helsing family, the kick of it is that they employ a vampire named Alucard(spell it backwards) to do the actual vampire/night creature hunting. Biting and lip-licking ensues.




That's all fer t'day kiddies, and remember:

"Don't cut carpet on top of a garden hose..."

Thursday, July 14, 2005

You know you love it...

Up for the highest/sexiest bidder:

1 male human
approx. 6'3"
weighing in at just about 180Lbs.
in good shape, but still a fixer-upper
slightly balding
chipped front tooth
extra hole in ass(although scarred)
generic sense of style
quick wit/goofy comedy style
average penis size (serious bidders can get exact measurements)
size 14-16 shoe(depending on brand)
enjoys both athletic and intellectual things including:

comics/collectibles
movies
books
electronics
anime
baseball
football
reptiles
fish
drawing
being a dink
digital photography
grilling things and eating them
flexing in the mirror
and the nude female body


Any of this float your boat? Let me know!

Place all bids in the comment section. Anonymous bidders are not allowed, and will be deleted. Preferably female bidders only, but I'm willing to negotiate for the right price.

-UncleHerpie-

Friday, July 08, 2005

Of The Week...

Alright, you cock-ay-asses!

Movie(s): The Godfather Trilogy

Sports Player: Johnny Damon - keep those hits coming!

Fish: O.B. Peacock - mostly because it has the word "cock" in it...

Food: The Steak Bomb




Once again, I am injury plagued...I somehow managed to pull my lower back while bending over to pick up a baseball. That's it. It wasn't even a difficult maneuver...but it hurt like a bastard. And on a particularly brilliant move on my part, I agreed to help Andrew move 4 fish tanks on the day following the pull...That was not so comfortable. It was also a miserable, wet-ass, rainy, bullshit of a day. The lady we were moving for thought it would be a good idea to drive up on her front lawn with Andrew's rear-wheel drive van...in the rain...over a muddy mulched area...between two trees. Wouldn't cha know it, it got stuck! I won't bore you with the tedious details..with the slipping...and the hitting trees...and the crushing bushes..and all that jazz. In light of these events, I've been taking it easy for a couple days, so I can hopefully heal up in time for the next activity of mine.

To make things even MORE enjoyable...I apparently neglected to pay my cable/internet bill. SO I am without BOTH cable and internet. I am actually writing this at Andrew's house. Let me tell you, it is remarkably boring without these luxuries. I have however, gooten my read on as of late. Which I suppose is a good thing. Whatever did they do back in the days of old? You know, like the 70's... Those people had to actually go to a store to get their porn...or fuck...whichever was easier...Come to think of it...damn...I wish I grew up in the 70's...

I made a badass music video, and I've been trying to have it hosted somewhere, but I'm getting a lot of guff from putfile.com. It keeps getting it messed up with some bull-riding video. I have like the first 6 seconds of the video...but that doesn't do anyone any good...As soon as I can, I'll have a link to it here. Till then, I can e-mail a 7mb version to anyone who wishes to see it...and you should.

Suck my balls, suck my ass...and suck my kiss!


U-Herp.

Monday, July 04, 2005

All Hail Adam..Queen of Bitchery!

For those of you wondering what it's like to actually speak to Adam(Dunbar79)...I have the following for you:




Adam98PC (11:37:00 PM): does halo seriously have variable damage?
UncleHerpie (11:37:06 PM): ahhahaha
Adam98PC (11:37:43 PM): it would certainly explain a lot, but jesus fucking christ...
UncleHerpie (11:37:54 PM): it's not that big of a deal
Adam98PC (11:38:37 PM): I dunno, I know people complain about cheating in halo, but you would think it would be worse in a pc game
Adam98PC (11:38:44 PM): take battlefield for example
UncleHerpie (11:38:51 PM): you don't play enough to know the imbalances
Adam98PC (11:39:04 PM): I have far more bullshit happen to me in halo than battlefield
Adam98PC (11:39:17 PM): I just dont play when you play, I have been playing a bit more lately
UncleHerpie (11:39:29 PM): still not enough
Adam98PC (11:40:02 PM): I have been complaining about the bs in this game since day one, I dont think you need to play that often to run into it
UncleHerpie (11:40:54 PM): yeah, but it's like the difference between night and day now that the update hapened
Adam98PC (11:41:33 PM): when you say update, u mean when they restarted the rankings?
UncleHerpie (11:41:58 PM): yeah, and they had an auto-update to fix bug's n' such
Adam98PC (11:42:38 PM): I've probably played more since the update than I did before it
UncleHerpie (11:42:48 PM): where they changed the balance of certain weapons
UncleHerpie (11:43:14 PM): for instance, I'm no longer completely useless on Midship
Adam98PC (11:43:51 PM): I hate midship
UncleHerpie (11:44:05 PM): as do I, but I hate it far less than I did
UncleHerpie (11:44:12 PM): now I hate Warlock
Adam98PC (11:44:27 PM): I hate midship less now only because I know where to find all the battle rifles
UncleHerpie (11:44:46 PM): how hard was THAT to figure out?!
UncleHerpie (11:45:01 PM): you have a strange issue about where things are
Adam98PC (11:45:11 PM): not very, but you apparantly managed to overestimate the amount of time I play
UncleHerpie (11:45:17 PM): just play the level by yourself, you'll find everything
UncleHerpie (11:45:44 PM): 2 seconds ago I was UNDERestimating how much you play!!! make up your mind!!!
UncleHerpie (11:46:12 PM): it only took me one walkthrough to know where everything was
Adam98PC (11:46:13 PM): I've played more since the update, hence I found the battlerifles and carbines
UncleHerpie (11:46:37 PM): they were there before the update as well
Adam98PC (11:46:46 PM): but I hardly played before
UncleHerpie (11:47:08 PM): you should only have to play through a couple times to know everything
Adam98PC (11:47:34 PM): I never really bothered taking the tour of midship by myself
UncleHerpie (11:47:44 PM): you can ask me any weapon on any mao, and I'll know where to get it
Adam98PC (11:47:58 PM): you cant find everythign in a real match cuz the good weapons are frequently taken
Adam98PC (11:48:10 PM): good for you, some of us have jobs and cant play 20 hours a day
UncleHerpie (11:48:18 PM): well, then you go look for somehting else
UncleHerpie (11:48:29 PM): but you should at least know where they got the weapons from
UncleHerpie (11:48:44 PM): I play probably 3 hours on a good day
UncleHerpie (11:49:01 PM): and I don't play anywhere close to everyday
UncleHerpie (11:49:23 PM): but I knew where everything was, way back in Nov. when I bought the game
Adam98PC (11:49:51 PM): I'll repeat, some of us have jobs and dont have time to dick around in halo maps finding shit
Adam98PC (11:50:07 PM): I'm guessing you played a lot more then than you do now
UncleHerpie (11:50:09 PM): you have no excuse
UncleHerpie (11:50:23 PM): maybe a little
UncleHerpie (11:51:02 PM): and ther eare plenty of people who have jobs, that still play halo, AND know where the weapons are
UncleHerpie (11:51:20 PM): you must just be too slow to get to them in time
UncleHerpie (11:51:45 PM): it's not like they are hidden
Adam98PC (11:52:01 PM): I also have other shit to do with what little spare time I have than play video games
UncleHerpie (11:52:09 PM): that's not the point
UncleHerpie (11:52:21 PM): there are plenty of other things I do with my day
UncleHerpie (11:52:30 PM): and I DID have a job when this game came out
Adam98PC (11:55:08 PM): you manage to sqeeze it in
Adam98PC (11:55:16 PM): you cant argue that you play far more than I do
UncleHerpie (11:55:23 PM): I'm not trying to
UncleHerpie (11:55:40 PM): all I'm saying is that you SHOULD know where the weapons are
Adam98PC (11:56:31 PM): and I'm saying that I didnt necessarily know where all the weapons were/are because I dont play the game as much
UncleHerpie (11:57:05 PM): with how much you HAVE played, you SHOULD know
Adam98PC (11:57:53 PM): depends on what I'm doing when I'm playing...I am typically actually playing, not dicking around learning weapon locations
UncleHerpie (11:57:58 PM): you have 850 logged games
Adam98PC (11:58:16 PM): I just checked and it had me at 171
UncleHerpie (11:58:25 PM): that is AFTER the update
UncleHerpie (11:58:45 PM): you have 34 pages, each with 25 games
UncleHerpie (11:58:58 PM): minus a couple on the last page
Adam98PC (11:59:21 PM): ok, now how many do you have total?
Adam98PC (11:59:28 PM): nevermind that
Adam98PC (11:59:44 PM): point being, when I play, I am actually playing, not running around a level by myself
UncleHerpie (11:59:45 PM): more than 850
Adam98PC (11:59:51 PM): and especially not running around midship
Adam98PC (12:00:09 AM): which brings us back to the problem of weapons frequently being taken when you are actually playing
UncleHerpie (12:00:15 AM): you don't HAVE to be running around, that was merely a suggestion as to HOW to find things
Adam98PC (12:00:27 AM): and it makes it rather difficult to learn weapon locations when the weapon isnt actually there, doesnt it?
UncleHerpie (12:00:48 AM): it can't possibly be taken every single time you play
UncleHerpie (12:00:58 AM): depending on where you spawn
UncleHerpie (12:01:08 AM): just commit them one by one to memory
Adam98PC (12:01:47 AM): the problem was largely midship
UncleHerpie (12:01:51 AM): and for the record, I have 2850 games
Adam98PC (12:02:24 AM): and of course, the sniper rifle on containment
Adam98PC (12:02:27 AM): which is a new map
Adam98PC (12:02:34 AM): that I never play
UncleHerpie (12:02:37 AM): and I knew it on day 1
Adam98PC (12:02:47 AM): because I get lagged out of it every time it comes up
UncleHerpie (12:02:50 AM): you were there on day 1, while we were exploring it
Adam98PC (12:03:11 AM): no I wasnt
UncleHerpie (12:03:14 AM): it's user error on this particular instance I'm afraid
UncleHerpie (12:03:20 AM): yes you were
UncleHerpie (12:03:24 AM): I remember it
Adam98PC (12:03:34 AM): I was going to bed at a reasonable hour while you were waiting in line like a tool to get the game at midnight
UncleHerpie (12:03:42 AM): no, you fuck
Adam98PC (12:03:44 AM): and the following day I was at work while you were playing
UncleHerpie (12:03:49 AM): I'm talking about Containment
Adam98PC (12:04:05 AM): I downloaded those maps and didnt touch them for almost a week
UncleHerpie (12:04:25 AM): you were on the map when you down;oaded it, and I was there
UncleHerpie (12:05:11 AM): and the ammount of time you've spent arguing with me about it, you could have walked around each level and found everything
UncleHerpie (12:05:28 AM): or I could have told you where things are
UncleHerpie (12:05:40 AM): or even shown you, as I am logged in right now
UncleHerpie (12:05:46 AM): althoguh not playing
Adam98PC (12:06:22 AM): but I didnt plan on arguing, I just mentioned that I hate midship slightly less than I used to and you had to be a cocksucker
UncleHerpie (12:06:29 AM): hahaha
Adam98PC (12:07:00 AM): so congrats on knowing all the weapon locations in halo faster than I did evan, whatever it takes to make you feel better about yourself
UncleHerpie (12:07:20 AM): whatever you say...slow-ass
Adam98PC (12:07:47 AM): harrass bungie for it, I bet they have variable walking speeds as well
Adam98PC (12:07:49 AM): motherfuckers
UncleHerpie (12:10:24 AM): good lord

Hacker's PM Transcript

Check out this little bitch. His name is Woodie47, and he was brought to my attention on the Bungie.net forums. If you review his game data, you will find countless "unreliable stats" As he is a notorious hacker. Without going into detail as to how much a piece of shit he actually is...I compiled the following transcript of or little "discussions." It is astounding, the mindset of these little bastards. Somehow, these freshly pubed little boys find it entertaining to simply muck with other people, rather than play and enjoy the game for what it is. FUN.

Bitch-boys text will appear in RED.




UncleHerpie:

< sarcasm > Wow! You must be awesome! I mean to have ALL those people quit out in ALL those games, that's quite a feat That must have really been tons of fun... < /sarcasm >


cheater.

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Woodie47:


< sarcasm >Your really really good and guess what i bet you could beat me< sarcasm >

screw youself.


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Check your grammar...OH! and you forgot to close your < sarcasm > tag. There are plenty of websites with simple html protocol. You may want to check them out!


hacker.

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You know your a -blam!- -blam!-, right! You have no life becasue you want to get good at a VIDEO GAME! Get a life! And don't correct me -blam!-.

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It isn't a matter of being good or not...it's a matter of NOT CHEATING. You are the one who needed to get to a 45 in Team Slayer. And how did you do this? By making other people's gaming experiences miserable, that's how.

For the record, I'll correct who(m)ever I damned well please.

fraud.

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Hey, -blam!-!

I could give a rats ass about you being good at halo, and MAYBE being better than me, which I highly dought, becasue you know when it all comes down to it, it's all a matter of how far I can shove my foot up you ass!

Oh, and another thing you might want to get your facts straight and maybe even do a little researching before you want to try and tell someone off, OK!

If you actaully want to get good at a video game which will prove absoluty nothing in life, then go right a head, and I hope you have a jolly good time doing it.

And for the record, you will NOT correct who(m)ever you damned well please, BITCH!

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Ha ha ha...you are just BEGGING for corrections on THAT one....but I'll let them be. I never claimed to be a great player, I merely claimed that you were a hacker. Feel free to prove me wrong.

My life goals don't include becoming great at a video game, but I would like to enjoy my time while playing them. Unfortunately, people like you are running rampant on xbox live, making it difficult to do so. Perhaps you should stick to split-screen games. That way you could cheat to your heart's content. And there's always Dance Dance Revolution...you could show off your incredible skills at the arcade, for everyone to see!


As much as I love winning these little arguments of ours...if it's all the same to you, I'd like to make this the last of our "conversations". As, I have wasted enough of my time just to tell you that you are a:


sham.



p.s. consider yourself corrected.

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P.S. You need to get a life KID!!!!!!

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Whatever you say....junior.

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Thank you for -blam!-IN OFF!!!

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No prob. Bob...*cough*littlehackingbitch*cough*

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Thank You.

Also, Congradulations on having NO LIFE!!!!!

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The word is "Congratulations"


-blam!- corrected.

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asshole.

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hahahahaha!





Well, there you have it folks... I believe I can rest my case on this one.

Sunday, July 03, 2005

...Of The Week

Here I go again on my owwwwwnnnnnn...goin' down the only road I've ever knowwwwwnnnn....Like a drifter I was booooooooorn to walk alooooooooooonnnnne....singin' here I go again.....


MOVIE: War of the Worlds - we gave those alien motherfuckers the pinkeye...bitch!

ANIME: Full Metal Panic? Fumoffu - man, it was off the wall hysterical this week

BOOK: The Road to Underfall by Mike Jefferies - starts of kinda slow, but it's getting better.

MUSIC: Michael Duff - former lead singer of the band ChalkfarM

FOOD: Chork Pops - otherwise known as Pork Chops





Well, Andrew decided to take a whole other route with his fish tank, one which I fully endorse. He's packin' that bad mammajamma of a 180gal. aquarium with a dozen...you heard that right...A DOZEN Cyphotilapia Frontosa! I know you're all just as excited as I am...because you're pathetic and fish have become your life. But let's keep the intense outpouring of joy and happiness to a dull roar...it's 2:12 in the morning, and you might wake somebody up. Another benefit of him switching gears in the fish Dept. is that I, as usual, reap the benefits of his impulse decisions. I got some of my good ol' boys to come back home, along with some new additions to the Herpie-Homestead. Sounds great right? Well, unfortunately this is ME we are talking about, and things NEVER go my way. Let me iterate as to WHY this particular situation isn't so squeaky clean with soft and plumpy goodness. To begin with, I gave my big-boy Frontosa to Andrew to put in his tank of bad-asses. Here's the hitch...mine was such a badass, that it beat the living crap out of the nice-ass Frontosa that he already had in the tank. Everything seemed o.k. however, when the other Fronts went in the tank, as he had to dither up his agression. He also probably realized that he doesn't run the show. THAT, my friends is because Bubba Ho-Tep(that one's for you Todd...), a gigantic-ass mongoloid of a beastly looking Frontosa with a humongous lump on his head, obviously runs the show. Anyway, while we are dropping the fish off at MY house, I mistakenly drop a small Lamprologus Lelupi into my baby tank...where THEY proceed to kick the ever-loving ba-jeezus out of him. Thankfully, that situation settled down, and there has yet to be anymore agression. Overall, you'd think I made out for the day...but I didn't. Before I explain why, let me veer off for a sec, and let me tell you this:

My friend Eric is up from Texas, and he is hanging out with Adam. I call them up, and we decide to all go to see WAR OF THE WORLDS. Which is quite a feat, considering it's NOT a digital showing. I won't go into how Adam is the most opinoinatedly stubborn person on the face of this planet...or whatever planet those alien bastrads came from, and how basically getting him to do ANYTHING is a painstakingly brutal chore...no, I won't go into that. But, we arrived in good time, and for ONCE...got good seats. They didn't move the curtains back out all the way, so the movie looked a tad small on the big-ass screen, but by the middle of the movie, I had forgotten all about that. I won't ruin the movie, but suffice it to say, I thought it was pretty damn good. Adam....well....Adam is Adam, and I'm afraid there's nothing to be done about that. I'm not exactly sure what he was looking for in the movie...but apparently he didn't get it. Therefore, there is one clear answer for him..."Fucker." I had one of those giant buckets o' Mountain Dew, and had to piss like a Russian Race Horse about 3/4 of the way through the movie. I held it like any true man would, and then high-tailed it to the little boys room as soon as the credits began to roll. All in all, I'd say it was a pleasant experience, especially because Eric paid for the whole damn thing. BONUS!

O.k., now that that is done with..I'll go back to why the whole fish thing didn't work out. I arrived back home and decided to check on the fish situation...everyting looked fine. I gave all the freshwater fish a little food before "lights out" and went to go check on the Saltines. Immediately I notice that I'm a fish short, at least in view. I check on the floor around the tank to make sure I didn't have a "jumper", he wasn't anywhere to be found. So I begin looking IN the tank to see where he may have gone too and I notice that there is a hole in the net that I was segregating my appropriately named clown fish "Spot." So I began the inevitable moving and turning the rocks to see if he is hiding in them or any of the small caves that are formed between and inside them. And wouldn't cha know it, I found him!!....









...BEING DEVOURED BY MY CRAB!







So goes the neverending "shit-end-of-the-stickosity" that is my life. There is only one thing left to say.




Fuck you Crabab.