Lemon Party
Saturday, November 29, 2003
Guiding Forces
I have come to a realization, and it is unfortunately a sad one. Not it isn't that no one will ever love me, or that my girlfriend broke up with me and my best friend is trying to kill me for raping his mother. It's something that deals with this blog, hence why it is being posted here.
In all our righteous glory my associate and I have forgotten something very important. We've told you what not to do, but we've never told you how to do it.
Put those razor blades away! It's not your fault that your blog is shitty, you're just an idiot and we never took the time to show you how.
Today's blog writing class will be about writing a depressing entry, come again next week when we will be doing a happy entry.
Now I know what you're saying, turtle_07 (or as people in real life like to call him: HornyDrew - Odovaucer) you're saying, I already know how to write depressing entries, after all I wrote one last week about how no one loves me and I think i'm going to end it all.
I probably read that entry, and it probably looked something like this:
SO I waz at clazes twoday nda sum peepz tuld me dat i wuz stup1d. I wuz like wtff doodz! ThEn I cride at home cuz they where my frinds. WTF y did tey do that?
Bravo, you've mastered the first and most important rule of a depressed entry, you have to be depressed. But just for fun, let's delve deeper. What if you were not only depressed, you were also coherent and wrote something longer than 2 sentences. Why I believe that it might go something like this:
Today was a really bad day. To start it off I never got a call back from Helen, which pissed me off because I thought that she liked me, but also some kids at school were mean to me. It's really starting to depress me. I mean if they didn't like my shoes they could have told me instead of stealing them and then burning them. And to top it all off I got an F on my english paper! I can't believe that Mr. Strolken would do that to me! Man and I thought I was doing better in his class.
Man today sucked... but I hope that tomarow (sic) will be better.
Man! That was semicoherent and told people why you were depressed; now also follow the sixth commandment and not only will people read your blog, you may even get a few comments complimenting you on your pr0n or telling you to keep your chin up. (Keep your chin up, are you kidding? If your readership is normal they'll such easy patsies you'll get little poems and reverent notes about how altogether wonderful you are regardless of the realism, grammar, or spelling of your whine - Odovaucer)Now you're not nearly as bad a failure! Good work.
Stay tuned next week for Anger or possibly Happiness.
And remember the guiding light, lest we forget the glory that be Lemon Party.
Thursday, November 27, 2003
A very lemonparty thanksgiving
No new commandments for you today (o rly? - Odovaucer), instead I thought that we'd go a different path.
My associate made some gibberish post (You'd like to think that! - Odovaucer) about protests or whatnot, we all know that you people don't want to learn about an dictator with a name that's impossible to pronounce in a place that you've never heard of. So to appeal to our lower brow viewers so that we don't lose a few of you (like we have any following at all) i've decided to share with you a screenplay that I'm working on. It's not much but I think that you'll all enjoy it.
So without further interuption I present you, the readers, a very lemonyparty thanksgiving.
Act 1, Scene 1
Jack and his evil twin Jack are in a room fighting, littered around the room are small teacups with the words "slow down" printed on them. Jack (evil) pauses for a moment and begins speaking to Jack
Jack: I won't let you ruin christmas Jack!
Jack: You may have stopped me from ruining christmas but at least I still got thanksgiving
Jack: BULLSHIT! I stopped the anthrax turkeys from ever being shipped, you always were a horrible lier Jack
Jack: Ha! You may have gotten my anthrax turkeys, but at least I still sent out the ebola pumpkin pies!
Jack: That may be Jack, but I killed your mother
Jack: She was your mother too
Jack: No she wasn't
Jack: Yes she was
Jack: Shit
Jack: HAHAHA (This is an evil laugh, don't make it a happy laugh)
Jack: At least she thought I was you
Jack: YOU FUCKER
Jack and Jack flow into a whirlwind of fighting, eventually ending with Jack (evil) throwing teacups at Jack thus by paralyzing him, he then grabs the giant teacup and looms over him, sloshing hot tea slips out of the teacup now and again as Jack and Jack are both panting, evil Jack is laughing
Jack: Any last words jack?
Jack: At least i'm not you you shitface!
Jack: If you're not me then you're not the one holding the teacup! NOW DIE!!
Jack: screaming AHHHH IT BURNS!!! NOO NOO MOMMY! NO!! Jack's skin melts off
I AM NOW A SKELETON JACK! YOU CANNOT KILL WHAT IS ALREADY DEAD!
That's as far as I've gotten, I hope you've enjoyed it. Although i'm not sure where to go next so if you have any suggestions please put them in the comment box. If I get no comments i'll probably just go with my original idea of having Evil Jack be the easter bunny in disguise.
(Authors notes: Don't let the time fool you, that was posted mere seconds before my post, so technically I didn't lie when I said no new commandments)
And remember the guiding light, lest we forget the glory that be Lemon Party.
Commandment Time!
The past commandments have all been rather negative. Don't do this; don't do that. All with negative examples. But as today is a day of thanks, a day to celebrate the beginning of the end for Aboriginal Americans, I've decided to present a positive example. This blog is doing what it should. It's a blog about sex and about porn. And guess what? It has pr0n! If you want to be all about pr0n in your livejournal, deadjournal, blog, etc. you've gotta show me the money, you've gotta have the cream filling! Ya dig? This LJ has got the goods.
Thou shalt include porn in thy blog if at all possible
And remember the guiding light, lest we forget the glory that be Lemon Party.
Wednesday, November 26, 2003
Shevardnadze Feared Putting Down Protests
Odovaucer Ostrogoth
Associated Press
TBILISI, Georgia - As ten of thousands of Georgians shouted for him to resign the presidency, the country's generals were waiting for Eduard Shevardnadze to give an order to use force, the ousted leader said Wednesday.
But he decided not to call in the military, certain that any effort to quell the protests would end in a bloodbath.
"The eyes of these people showed they were not afraid of anything," Shevardnadze said in an interview three days after his resignation.
Sitting in the office of his residence on a hillside on the edge of Tbilisi, Shevardnadze looked at the portraits of him filling the room and reflected of the weeks of political tension that began with claims of fraud in the Nov. 2 parliamentary elections.
The tainted voting sparked protests led by National Movement head Mikhail Saakashvili, who tirelessly agitated for the elections to be annulled and for Shevardnadze to step down.
"I can't say anything bad about him," Shevardnadze said of Saakashvili. "He's quite an educated and talented intellectual."
Saakashvili announced Wednesday that he will run in the January elections for the presidency and Shevardnadze had some words of advice for him if he wins.
"I want to advise him to avoid chaos in the country. Chaos already happened in the country and he can change the situation," he said.
And remember the guiding light, lest we forget the glory that be Lemon Party.
Sunday, November 23, 2003
Commandment Five
Time for big oh oh oh oh oh oh five...Commandment five that is! It's big one and it's in the hizzy and off the hizzle fo' shizzle my nizzles. In other news my nipples explode with delight. Wait what is the point of this strange dialectic? Well I shall answer that needless rhetorical question right now, oh honored and well-respected reader. No I'm not feeling the effects of any narcotic or even good ol' alkeehawl. I'ts just that I've had to troll through the blackest depths of depression to bring you this next commandment. Not really. But I'm feeling verbose so what the hell. The hotlink this has all been leading up to is right around the corner, and I think it's an important one, which is why I'm giving it to you. Duh. So with very little further ado, and perhaps a smidgen of pomp and circumstance I present to you the fifth commandment. Actually not quite yet as I'm going to mention ahead of time that this commandment does not apply to those pseudo-exhibiotionists who put blogs on the internet just to write in them, with no actual interest in whether or not anyone reads. This is for those of you with the self-importance, dare I say delusions of grandeur, to assume that anyone gives a rat's ass about whatever bullshit you decided upload to the interweb. And now here it is:
The Fifth Commandment:
Also known as Commandment Number Five:
Truthfully, it's coming up really soon:
Not really as in really more really as in at some point today
Actually that last point depends on how quickly you scroll
It could take you a day of you went slowly
Well actually not even that slowly
as this go on for awhile
kidding kidding! This is the last one, the colon, the last long space:
fooled you!
(:)
So...
What do you think of the Lakers this year?
Yeah, me neither
Irritated yet?
Gooooooood!
No, it's not good, in fact it pains me to hear that
well not pain so much as...well to to tell the truth I don't really care
Or in the words of Clark Gable:
"Frankly my dear, I don't give a damn!"
Actually that was Rhett Butler
But y'know who gives a shit, neh?
Okay, this is starting to irritate ME
No, not really, but it does get a little boring
The fact that you're reading this suggests that you didn't just cheat and go to the bottom of the page, but if you had wouldn't it have been funny if the link had been in one of these little bits? You would have gone right past it and it would be like I was laughing at you even though I had no idea you were looking at it just then.
Oh by the way that wasn't actually the link back there.
In fact you definitely shouldn't have clicked it as it goes LemonParty.org and I'm sure you've already become acquainted with that site. Why else would you be here after all?
Well?
Why would you?
Still waiting for an answer...
Actually I wasn't really expecting one...
So here ya go: Thou shalt not continue to update thy public-consumption blog even though no one reads it.
Oh shi
Okay the entries done, you can go now
You're lucky you persevered
Lesbian pr0n is coming up shortly
No lie!
I'm not the type that would lie to you
Honest!
Okay, maybe just a little
In fact that was a lie but who really cares?
Not me, I'll tell ya that!
waiting for the traditional closing?
or are you just curious to see what I could have possibly left at the bottom of this page for you?
Maybe it was that pr0n I said I had and then said I didn't have
Well you'll get your answer soon
But not very soon...
And remember the guiding light, lest we forget the glory that be Lemon Party.
Thursday, November 20, 2003
Let's be serious for a moment
Don't get me wrong now, I love music as much as the next guy (or gal, let's not be sexist here), but sometimes you go to far. No I'm not talking about stealing their work and parading it as your own, no I'm not talking about writing horrible works of fanfiction based on the song, and no I'm not talking about sharing the music over the interweb (something that you kids seem to like doing these days)
What I'm talking about, are feelings. My feelings, your feelings, his feelings, hell even her feelings (not sexist)! As Odovaucer so eloquently said: Blogging's a serious matter..., and as it is a serious matter it should only be taken on by serious people, people who are willing to update you frequently about their life, people who are willing to pour out their heart and soul to total strangers. And as such one must always be ready to express themselves, and as hard as it is keep your material fresh and original one must never succumb to the temptation of posting song lyrics in lieu of actual updates.
It's someone else's feelings, someone elses emotions, or more than likely the lyrics are bullshit anyway, just another means for making money. Let's try to keep the feelings %100 our own folks. As hard as that seems i'm sure that you're all up for the challenge.
Thou shalt not use another's artwork to describe yourself
And remember the guiding light, lest we forget the glory that be Lemon Party.
A Brief Hiatus
Been a little since there's been a post here. I blame it on kinematics. Actually I don't. I blame it on the war in which I served as a double agent. Cowzertraz and his little friends Scartito the Bandito and Steven "BEEF MUSCLE" Cole decided to declare war with Something Awful for some extraordinarily convoluted and trivial fallacy. SA responded unsurprisingly by not noticing. But that would change...Tuesday November 18 it starts with much fanfare. The next day the shit hit the fan. *Someone* posted the news on SA. Unfortunately the thread has since been gassed and is no longer available for public viewing. Long story short, a whole of cheap insults were bandied about goastse.cx was HEAVILY leeched. The rest I leave to your imagination, your patience for reading replies to Cowzertraz's blog, and your SA forums account.
The war is over, peace has been achieved and the commandments will be returning en masse. However my Australian should be warned that due to time differences and the conjugate of certani diurnal meridians I will not be able to affect your suggestions for a minimum of a fortnight. Apologies for the delay. The money will be refunded if you so desire, but I will not be able to return the kitten in its original state.
And remember the guiding light, lest we forget the glory that be Lemon Party.
Sunday, November 16, 2003
3rd Commandment
Blogging's a serious matter; definitely not something to be taken lightly. It is with in the mind that I present commandment five, no three. The third commandment: Thou shalt not start thy blog and leave it bereft and adrift.
Commentary follows: This commandment may not be perfectly clear. All blogs will eventually wind down and die, simply because all bloggers will eventually wind down and die. But if your blog is to die then your blog must truly die. It's simple to take it off the server and free up space for those ready will the void made by your passing. But no, many people leave up blogs that haven't been posted on in years. Perhaps you want your blog to still be accessible; you want to look back at how you thought back then. This is perfectly acceptable, but you have give it a sense of closure, you have to have a final post, there must be finality. You can come back to it and post again, but you've got to show that you didn't just forget about the cursed thing. You owe it to your readers, be they real or imagined.
And remember the guiding light, lest we forget the glory that be Lemon Party.
Saturday, November 15, 2003
Oh My Fucking Gawd
the lateness of the hour does little for my complexion. With that in mind I bid you adieu. Sleep tight and don't worry about bed bugs biting, that's me under there.
And remember the guiding light, lest we forget the glory that be Lemon Party.
Friday, November 14, 2003
...been...
...posting...
And remember the guiding light, lest we forget the glory that be Lemon Party.
Yes Virginia some people really do read this blog
Actually no, not really. But I wanted to say it. Which leads me to our next point: Don't do drugs.
And remember the guiding light, lest we forget the glory that be Lemon Party.
Not like anyone reads this anyway
Little does our friend Odovaucer know that I will not actually be doing anything useful. I will instead use this blog to whine about my life to the millions of caring internet denizens in poorly written paragraphs with various misspellings and butcher any semblance of grammar that might be there (the grammar here isn't butchered, just the syntax -Odovaucer).
Oh I shall also be changing the background to something bright and then be changing the font to a bright color, like pink. Or maybe yellow, I'd really like something that was hard on the eyes (No you won't be -Odovaucer).
However, I realized that many people had already gotten me beat.
And so, the next commandment:
Thou shalt not write unintelligibly
Apologies if the link fails to work, Xanga is 'upgrading', which I hope is a euphemism for implanting viruses on each and everyone one of these peoples computers so that they can never (Let's be realistic, this will only slow them down) reach a blog site again and not infect the rest of us with their drivel,
And remember the guiding light, lest we forget the glory that be Lemon Party.
A Change
I know you've got used to the old format, and the new purpose, the commandments, has shaken up your pleasant little world, but i've got another change to announce today. This site is simply too much for me. I cannot continue at the level of output you've come to expect. With this in mind, I've decided to add a new member to the Lemon Party team: turtle_07. He's going to take a little while to break in, put I'm sure you'll love him. Now be nice! Just kidding, heh.
And remember the guiding light, lest we forget the glory that be Lemon Party.
Sex With Your Hat
It's got ya covered but it just don't fit.
And remember the guiding light, lest we forget the glory that be Lemon Party.
Thursday, November 13, 2003
Meaning Behind the Party
There've been a lot of posts today; my mind has been unsettled, and I've needed to little my thoughts and fears and feelings. I tried addressing them today, but still, something is lacking. Something which I have happened upon today. Not ranting, nor comicing, nor declaiming, nor drunken raging, nor angsty whining.
What I have come to is teaching.
The internet is full of blogs, jam packed with them. Everyone has a blog, many have multiples, workgroups have blogs too, and companies, and even schools. Among these blogs are cast an array of unique and less unqiue works, some intensely heartfelt and personal, others regularized and commercialized. Approximately half are below average. A shocking figure I know, but it is a fact of our life.
My remedy is a semi-regular series of Do's and Don'ts for successful blogging. Feedback is currently available, so feel free to post your thoughts on the expansion of purpose. I'll read everything you write, probably out loud so as to amuse everyone in earshot with your ignorance, but such is life. With teaching in mind I present to you my first commandment of blogging:
Thou shalt not use thy blog to fish for compliments
Here I am. I am here. That's kinda palindrome-ish. Like I am I. And Mom. Anyhoo I'm sitting in the A hallway, right in front of a computer, cool huh? My bestest best pal in the whole wide world isn't here. But Scarito is. Roxxorz! Yay for Scarito! Too bad he's gay. :'( But onto better knews...There's an Orioles cap next to me! Wooo Orioles! Hld on, I'm going t put it on.
Ok, it's on. WOw! Its so sexxy on me. I'm a tight piece o ass! ;-) Which reminds me >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>BUTTSEX!
Wednesday, November 12, 2003
Girls
There's something to be said for ninja editing:
it can save face and...there's two things to be said, it can save face and lobster's made of meat, magnet's made of...three things, oh fuck it.
And remember the guiding light, lest we forget the glory that be Lemon Party.
A New Beginning
Wow. I began this blog just as evil terrorists funded by the Democratic Party rammed a pair of planes into the World Trade Centers in New York. Creepy. And on that day I had a revelation; I realized that I didn't a silly interweb diary to vent my foolish teenage angst upon. I had something better: Jesus. I buried myself in the bible and His teachings. I became an altar boy at the local cathedral. After the lawsuits were finally over I realized that angsty ventings are the way of the future. I was ahead of the curve, but now I have to catch up with peers. So remember, U CANT FEEL MAI PAIN!!!!!1 :'(
And remember the guiding light, lest we forget the glory that be Lemon Party.