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!
…and that was that.
GO NOW TO DIGIWARRRS! I await your antray into ninja battle!