JES! I am now a powerful staff! Bow before my greatness or I shall smite you with poo and other unpleasantries! ROOOAAAWRAR! *cough cough*.

Kayn decided that there just wasn’t enough of him to go around, so he got me and a few other peoples to help fill the void. HOORAY! So, I’m sitting there picking lint out of meh belly button and me thinks, HEY, how about I go spew some crap for the masses. YAY! Nothing like a little randomness to kick you in the junk. Speaking of junk, check this out…

Here’s what’s going today:

• Kayn is losing his mind – he hired me, so he’s obviously nuts [or desperate]
• Mt. St. Helens SPLODED! Actually, it was more like a fart…nothing but gas came out and the real trouble is STILL in thar! HAR HAR!
• I just wrote a review on Constantine. It’s full of cabbagy goodness!
• Pluhbabe SHANNON ELIZARBETH getting DEEVORCE? GUH…

some other dumb stuff happened too, but it was dumb. I didn’t watch the Oscars, I didn’t watch Million Dollar Baby. I caught a radio interview with Michael Buffer [he says and coincidently copyrighted "Lllllet's Git Ready to Rummmbawrl!!!"], in which he was really pist that they:

• used a clip of him he didn’t authorize
• did a chitty job with the sets [uber low-budget film]

so he bitched and bitched and I decided to call him up at the radio station. It went down like this:

me: YO Michael Buffer…SHADDUP! You sound like a little girl.

MB: Who the hell do you think you are?!

me: I’m CABBAGEMAN. I PWNS JOO!!!

MB: What’s you problem buddy?

me: Every time you open your moth and bitch, my balls start to ache…SHADDUP! Don’t make me come down there and poke your eyes out with some celery!

MB: Sorry.

…and that was that.

GO NOW TO DIGIWARRRS! I await your antray into ninja battle!