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Monday, July 07, 2008
Abandoned StuffFashion Police Files
Wyrllwynd of Dysfunction
Du Wax Loolu
Single for a Reason
Brave or stupid? You tell me.
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14 Comments:
At 7/07/2008 11:20 AM,
That Chick Over There said...-
At 7/07/2008 11:49 AM, 
Anonymous said...-
At 7/07/2008 12:35 PM, 
Father Gene said...-
At 7/07/2008 3:23 PM, 
Sue Doe-Nim said...-
At 7/07/2008 7:42 PM, 
PamelaJ said...-
At 7/08/2008 9:29 AM, 
Xbox4NappyRash said...-
At 7/08/2008 9:51 AM, 
Love Bites said...-
At 7/08/2008 9:54 AM, 
Xbox4NappyRash said...-
At 7/08/2008 11:09 AM, 
Love Bites said...-
At 7/08/2008 11:26 AM, 
Rassles said...-
At 7/09/2008 4:54 PM, 
Love Bites said...-
At 7/10/2008 10:19 AM, 
Nutjobber said...-
At 7/10/2008 12:50 PM, 
Love Bites said...-
At 7/10/2008 1:43 PM, 
Nutjobber said...-
Hmm.
Totally not sure yet. Maybe some of both?
I like DWL, but she has a tendency to be whiny.
I've bought new shoes for this one.
Oh nos!
I spy three columns, bad writing, puppy pictures and posts that never really get to the point.
Methinks it's gonna suck.
I'm anticipating a blood bath, but I've been wrong before.
does abandonedstuff include the fucking review then...
Apparently, Xbox. Someone had to get a passport today instead of writing a review.
Ahem.
But then, who am I to say anything when I have been slacking the past couple of months due to life?
Unless the passport had to be illegally procured through a whirlwind adventure involving a one eyed Russian and 3 Chinese prostitutes in the back alleys of Prague, there's no fucking excuse.
Frankly.
Well, I know for a fact that the boy in question loves a spanking. Or giving one. I forget which.
Passport shmassport, bring on the slaughter.
I spy blood in the water.
Fuck "today" - it took me three full days to get the whole thing completed... goddamn bureaucrats.
Of course, I was dodging Chinese prostitutes and gouging the remaining eye out of some Russian's head while doing so, but you know what they say: you can't break an omelet without making it with a few dregs.
Christ all fucking mighty - isn't everyone glad I'm back with this fistful of nonsense?
I am so, so glad, but forget the fist, it's your magnificent man meat that I worship adoringly. Tell me more about your adventures with those chinese she-bitches.
Ah, yes: the asian she-beast, the most cunning of the sex-worker-clan, armed & ever-ready with a cavalcade of poison-nailed cat-scratches and underwhelming attempts at oral-sex...luckily, I blinded them with a strobe-light water-cannon that I purchased from a hunchback in Helsinki and sidestepped them as though they were nothing more than ink-spots on the road.
Once again, the day was mine! Sadly, these she-beasts wouldn't accept my victory, and I was forced to blast them with the simple-syrup I had loaded into the aforementioned water-cannon, coating them stickily with sugar-water, and, to my knowledge, they are there to this day, sweetly-stuck to a grimy part on the sidewalk where they attempted to dissuade your hero from procuring his passport.
Let us dance!
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