i'm back.
after a long and noticeable absense, i'm back. i suppose.
apologies for not writing about gimp's uncle. i felt my blog wasn't the appropriate forum. letters (real ones) containing my condolances have been sent to the appropriate parties. i hope they're received in a timely fashion. that's all i have to say about that.
so, hanukkah came and past, and it was most joyous occasion. i hope ya'll enjoyed yours as much as i enjoyed mine.
this december was quite annoying. i've been planning a snowboarding trip for 8 months, and for some reason europe decided it didn't want to snow this year. quite rude i felt.
where the hell is tossers blog?
hungarian christmas is on the 24th. go figure.
i ate bad gyros saturday afternoon. saturday night, i threw up all over the turkish baths.
pioneer school for two weeks in st. pölten, austria in 3 weeks. yay.
know anyone who wants to sublet my apartment for two weeks?
i have a dvd player but a noticable lack of dvds. anyone wanna help out in this regard?
i miss drinking beer and grilling with certain folks who's names rhyme with limp and drainhastle.
i also miss the lovely melodies of drainhastle's father. rock on, dude.
is dexter still alive?
i haven't urinated off a porch in ages.
BORK BORK BORK! (a prize to anyone who can name the author of that quote without looking it up on the internet)
i want an XBOX360. and one of those lg chocolate phones.
(of course, they are entirely too expensive, it's just ridiculous. so i'm content to dream).
i like the smell of gasoline.
that's it. kill me with words.
posted by gnif @ 3:04 AM
39 Comments:
Dexter is still around and doing good. Mr. Cat is still a jerk.
I'll send you some DVDs. Email me your mailing address.
Bork Bork Bork is the Swedish Chef in his classic song.
I thought you had DVD's? You lose those already?
Gmail me your mailing address and I'll post you more copies. I have all but one season of Sanford and Son, as well as two additional seasons of the Jeffersons.
I remember when all this was fields. Green grass as far as the eye can see. Now look at it. Progress, bah!
Jihad! Jihad!
One, two, three, four, I declare a holy war!
Update or we blow up all the breweries in the world! Infadel!
Ah-lalalalalalalallalalalalalallalalala!
*that was the shrill call to arms we terrorists use to rile our ranks up*
*burns an effigy of Alan*
This site is as barren as the loins of the mother that birthed you.
Bobby! Come make love to me in the boudoir, Bobby!
I've aroused myself with thoughts of the British Empire!
The whereabouts of the author of this site is as unknown as the identity of his father.
They don't call me beard for nothin', sugarholes.
Come to Ellisville to find out why.
My golden chariot! How beautiful are its wings of Detroit iron *crashes into KH* Hey who put this building here?
MOSS MAN ISN'T DEMONIZED BUY IT FOR ME MAMA SKELTOR.
*steathily walks into the bathroom at Uncle Roy's with pockets full of quarters*
*buys Sheath*
*has a false sense of accomplishment*
*escapes father's discipline by
1)crawling under chairs
2)locking self in b room
3)running in the parking lot for an hour.
*murders literally dozens of mockingbirds in grandmother's backyard*
Don't touch my British Knights!
Ya'll need some luvving.
You also need to get your butt on track and post.
*plays Nelson cassette tape in mother's blue bonneville*
hey! I eventually graduated to Sonic Youth and Nirvana tapes in that car!
Why do I keep coming here expecting things to have magically changed?
Update you Yutz!
I gave up.
He probably wears turtlenecks now and sips cups of expensive coffee in hip cafes with groups of weirdos.
Wait, he did that anyway. :)
We miss you!!!
Coming up on 4 months you fag.
I've bloody killed a blog and started a blog since the last time you updated.
UPDATE YOU CRACKHEAD!
Hellooooooo????????
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You being back is in the same vein of George W. Bush being competent or Bill Clinton chaste.
Get. Your. Ass. Back.
Your absence hurts my spirit. My spirit is in the corner, sobbing his poor little eyes out. Look what you did to him.
You jerk.
You ain't back. You ain't black, either.
I'm a necropheliac.
Looks like I've come to the right place to hump.
Update you vile pile of crap!
If you don't update within 3 days, I'll swim to Hungary, find you, cut your toes off, and shove them up your rectum. That way, you'd be kicking your ass every time you sit down.
Or maybe I'll rip your kidneys out and hang them out of the front of your britches. That way, it'll look like you have mammoth ovaries flapping about. Then, I'll make you wear a shirt that says, "I'm so fertile, I don't need to update my blog".
The clock is ticking, whore. Update or else.
Update you smelly troglodyte!
You lumpy-headed ne'er do well! Update or else!
If any of you lot are reading this, I'm planning on starting a string of comments that will break blogger.com records for numbers of replies to a post.
I'd like to reach 5,000 replies by September.
So, lets do it.
My anus hair is matted, and I'm afeared that the mats are trapping small rodents between my anus, which inevitably end in an untimely death, and freedom.
I'd probably kill them if they escaped, but for a time there, they'd be free.
PORK AND BEANS AND TATER SALAD!
I'm going to fondle you, then make you breakfast.
You'll be safe on fridays, because i'm not allowed to use my meat, but other than that, you'll get good an' fondled.
You'll learn to be my little cuddlefart.
Butt ass.
The Glorious Revolution has invaded Hungary and reclaimed GNIF's apartment.
You're in my bathroom taking a dump and reading the phone book in Laurel, MS and you STILL haven't managed to update.
There's nothing but a vast wasteland of arid content in this here blog.
What's that sound I hear? Why, it's the sound of a blog not being updated! And the blogger is near a computer! With internet connection!
I done had it up to here (points to violently erupting pustule on her vulva) with your inactivity.
Update or I'll spew my juice on your clothes and make them stink like Dead Earnhardt after his fiery crash on turn four.
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