Val

"The only consequence of all this will be, that whenever I open a nice Bordeaux, there will be the distant, distasteful memory of a nutcase who tried to kill me because I allowed her to kiss me on the cheek under false pretenses. I can live with it."

Val

"We landed on a witch , will the movie be in color from this moment?"

Listening to music destructs writing habits, writing habits destruct listening to music momentum and together they might grow together-inane , the chapter below is the product of such an experiment.

My nails are as long as I want them to be , my hair is as long as I want it to be , wouldn't they reach such a length if there wasn't such a will?

It's time to close this chapter , it's time to do so for say.. more than a month already but I figured it's incomplete yet , none of the promises undergone any realization but inside my imagination and to some they're false hopes I guess, although I wonder if there are any left around capable or willing to read any of the grammatically incorrect ramble.

If somebody would ask me to god bless them , I wouldn't be able to, would you?

Can't remain awake sufficiently to entertain all n' all ,therefore here's some entertainment, tag along aware of emptiness the name of my lil' cold sister, i'de filll her if she'de ask, wouldn't you?

What do you fill emptiness with ; fullness.? protein.? both.?

Want it all , in color, NOW!

Val

When silllyme was more lil' than I am now I used to go with my grandma to visit her best friend and a communist co-worker, she had two sons about five years older than I am and to me at that age they looked almost like twins although one of them was couple of years older than the other ..They've always collected various thingamabobs bubble gum wraps and who knows what else..
They used to stick clay into bubble the gum wraps (propabably to enhance the representation of their collection as if it was one that's not excluding the bubble gums of their wraps), I always asked them to giveme a bubble gum n' they explained me about the validity of their bubble gums and that it's not what meets my eye , I afcorse tough perhaps it's that they don't want to share with me and from a visit to another got hold on some of those items of their collection and chewed on them despite the fact they were clay and them screaming and raving onme "Whatya doing those are no bubble gums nor candy !!" at times I complained to my grandma, it was only because I felt that they didn't want to share with me i chewed them at first but later it was all about the clay.

Eleven years later I see the younger son on TV ,fighting evil doers at will all uniformed and certain that whatever it's he's doing he's doing it right.

Finally I stopped fucking around and got serious.

I was offered a job with the team that went around after World Police actions and explained to the people why they should feel flattered to be treated like shit.

"It's only the ones we love that we treat like shit," we'd tell them. "Strangers and scumbags and people we hate, we are forced, by law, to treat with honor and respect."
-MFU

Val

no I wasn't drinkin' any absinth but i also wasn't drinkin' such massive quantities o' nigger russians n' sex by the pool due to witch flashbacks of last night will probably haunt me until the end of next week until they'll fade into something more horrible than my kindergarten reunion..

I never put on woman's clothes .. but I always carry a pair of children's scissors I stole from cow mr.walkin' epidemics couple o' days ago when i was gettin' tequila implants so I am mr.lil-bit-alcoholic n' loose control over buzz as a sick puppy looses it on milk , so do I.

I i ay ..some girls got natural ease , they wear in anyway they please when their friends flip girls and perfume magazine..wave  it up , wave it down .. this is the best way that i've found to be the best you've ever seen ..

Currently am all into playing Bangai-O or as the Japanese refer to it: "Bakuretsu Muteki Bangioh" .. this game's the shit ;in the good way I mean it's all bout revenging your fathers' death until by the middle of the game you discover your father is all alive and kicking so to compensate all those ya cruelly gypsy revenged there's no choice but to get rid of your father with those nice rockets and lasers...

Also i've finished Blood Rayne which was quite entertaining despite its repetitive gameplay and other complaints, The Thing is another game i've attempted to complete until i've reached some sort of boss level that made me drop it and move on to something less frustratingly leadin', this game was pretty (for a girl) and reminded half-life in some chunks so ifya grok John Carpenter's homebrew music and survival horror this the game for you.

I was wondering how i'de like to play System Shock 2 so if any of you willing to share a copy sure sillyme wouldbe glad to receive.

And for all you people whom i do not remember n' I've touched am' very sorry , send me a bill, probably i won't be able to pay it since all am' leading is tugriki n' shit n' tugriki are out o' town but still , send on the bill - in a bottle n' some caaaaaaandy within.

Oy somebody takeme tosee zee movies !!!

Hey atleast i haven't woke with some (b-)anally forced toycar in a trashcan .. it's good to have friends :0'

Bobby Conn should join Maroon 5.

enough of statementaries?

Same boy that haven't grown , same boy you've always known.

Where the fuck are Rocko's modern life replays whenya need them to ease the pain?!

Val

Hey folks no long no entry and I was hoping to close this chapter more than a month ago since none of it been dedicated to any victims of birthdays or whatever it was I promised it'll be , but blame me not I'm just a miserable excuse of what real man made of .. what am I .. I am a sperm generator they say, one wearing a mask , not wearing it might get you in trouble or behind steel bars.. so pleez with sugar on top don't blame me for playing your sick games sirs.

In days of crisis best things to do are those you'll do in time you're no longer willing to live, the well known mania depression suicidal material is what I am talking ; which brings us to a point where this skirt and I walking down the street and after we chewed on some yogourt and bought her shoes this rapist-looking-guy marches behind us matching our tempo, both his hands in pocket rapidly swirling inside and a yamenka to his head , paranoicly suspission lands on my mind and i ask the gal laud enough so those willing will hear if she remembers this one time that a religious guy with his hands in his pocket masturbated to her last time.

The illustration to the right has no relation to the man , the character you now see is part of the material that will be presented in the following month introducing to you a group of characters whom'll live amongst each other .. some in an igloo others in a lighthouse.

You think you're lonely.. but you're the only falling star.

So with tomorrow, I will borrow
another moment of joy and sorrow
in another dream, and another within tomorrow...
This mortal Coil VS Daniel Amos sirs.

notme

Excitement and bare ass maneuvered by the very essence of static electricity is what been ruling the floor in the following to the previous review weeks , nothing I can share with you since the awareness of the fact that there are none of YOU around and even cow doesn't reads this anymore.

The promised revolution wouldn't come and so won't the movie reviews not soon at least; for I am such a horrible man who'll choose write lies promising reviews than writing them(the reviews)... moths ,woozles and hedgehogs just love me - go ask them.

Maybe it's about my methos or perhaps even efforts ,is it possible that they're useless, useless as going to church.. with head full of acid?

But worryn't the whole aspect of avoiding reviews has brought me upon the Mystery Science Theatre 3000 and in this very moment some brave have chosen to undergo an endurance experiment on themselves and these some include the very best of me.. Them folks can make you watch things with the restrain brother Malcolm went as a clockwork orange without any of the fancy eye opening applications.

In these classical disappointments, which are referred as zee worst movies ever (statistically at least), there are actually elements that could work pretty well with the right editing and invert of act-ional focus in half (of) the scenes, reading a piece of history how single men , at time of war , went trough the funeral ads selecting such mentioning widows, in draft I'd like to evolve a movie about this and force cow into watching it , even got the eyedrops purchased and stored for later use in a chilly secret place.

I need someone to help me to purchase/smuggle a reasonable quantity of clay sufficient to sculpt a cock , a rooster I mean askn't why and for sure be nice as them moths , woozles n' hedgehogs and offer help at once.

What am I saying It's me who was just yesterday talking about not hooking people using other hooks than yourself unless you want to eat them , throw then or use them as slapping device .. and look at me i'm trying to decieve the public helping me claiming it's for good causes; curses on me, my commensuration shall be something I'd recommend to all of you able to figure the circuit, also would like to offer my services of calling you mom 3:40am announcing that her son got me pregnant... on her bed ... twice, they're twins I'll claim.

Oy n' one more thing .. hmf want two?.. seven? .. lets keep it one ..I mentioned both Lucas Arts and Shiny in one of the recent posts but forgot to cross-fade them mentioning Planet Moon Studios who've been under the publishing aid of uncle George for more than a year already and seems things are going swell as a fishslap over there, when the announcement for this secretly "humourous in tradition" game came that was revealed at time well spent by me complaining about bringing on the goods, I had no idea it'd turn as what it's now but they can't go wrong unless lacking the jetpack elements from Citizen Kabuto or even the hovering of MDK will make the experience very sad.

Val

I heard a kindergarten teacher screaming commands on her kinder fellow humans, all this happened in a municipal facility just across the road to the left of my home while I lay-zee-bones Which off course brought the idea of a Real Time Kindergarten Strategy Game (RTKGS) involving: gangs who control the sand box ,harvesting and trading weeds ,slaves and wives and abusing the casual insect..

Hours before I came up with the prosperous game design I told you about; I was laying on the floor listening to what some call new age ,others shanty .. or to generalize: ambient music shall be the terminology.. I just call it "Farm n' Sea music" , simply because all the time I try to catch this genre on my satellite music provider I either hear waves followed by a  couple of ducks coupling in the background of a whole new farming experience, yesterday these ducks were very offensive and my heart raised a beat every time they looped (the sample not the ducks)...

Another great thing about such a farm music is that you actually feel as you're there , just close your eyes and imagine the surrounding of  the mating ducks , but the most wonderful listening to it at 4am is that you can actually mute the bird singing you hear from this very same farm and you won't believe how spiritual it feels.

Always cross borders with vegetables.

Can you under stand it?

Deny me and be Doomed

Val

Philosophy for a dime by poor children: Under the back door's carpet you'll find a key ,a key which leads inside ; inside what's beyond the front door .. and you might ask what if both the doors either the front n' the back are aligned vertically to each other without obstacles restricting transportation on your toy car from one door to another back door .. "which is the back door?" we ask (don't we) is it the one that leads same place the front door does just without the obvious trouble .. perhaps the back door could be compared to keep your options open , I wonder if it'll work in case where the front door leads to the back door.

Na advised that if she'll ever live in neighborhood I should let her in... daily,  so she could see what movies are there on TV so she could run and rent them ,to watch them parallely to their public screenings , privately; I think it's a lousy excuse and I no longer believe to the intentions she shows on surface.

She also declined kissing in front of me .. not to mention couple of sunrises ago she kidnapped an Ukrainian woman claiming she is a wax model and got on a pink train with her , wonder if she had pay for her too since she takes the space another human ass could .. did she?

There was an Eclipse these very same couple of sunrises ago and although we missed them , she didn't ,she even promised to write a guide of things to do when friends insult you ..for those of you looking.

Wish I was in one of those tribes that sacrificed their fellow citizens to assure the sun rise in the following morn, this way I could at least suggest her.

"This is an impossible question to answer. I have had people claim that they actually make the sun rise every morning,..
and I've offered to test them by shooting them, to see if the sun rises the next morning.
So far all these people have not responded to my endeavours."
-James Randi

Why does tow hide teeyself
Father of Jealousy
Why dost thou hide thyself in clouds
From every searching Eye

Why darkness & obscurity
In all thy words & laws
That none dare eat the fruit but from
The wily serpents jaws
Or is it because Secresy
gains females loud applause
-William Black

Val

I teamed together with the guy responsible for Galactic Conquest not too long ago to provide the game with required visuals from the interface to the creatures and a wide range of other images for a large scale rewrite of the web based Multiplayer Strategy with RPG elements game we're working at.. as I am aware of we got most of the fundamental things running the skeleton of the interface is there and the application core is running too, although currently the development is on hold for a month, ay'am in hope that reaching the wanted playable state of it might take lil' more than a year .. but who knows ..

In my previous post I shared my experience with games with happy you, and some things been forgotten; REZ is one of them ..it's a game I tend to replay on weekly basis since the day I got it... just to mention.

During the last month of doing no much useful myself was trying to see how much enjoyable the genius game Sacrifice is for me, Defiantly the visual and local side of are more than appealing not to speak of the original concept of choosing which god to serve according to your personal preference ... folks who escaped Shiny created some of my favorite games.

A random pattern with a needle and thread
The overlapping way diseases are spread

And now for a guilty pleasure of mine : I am playing Indiana Jones and the emperor's tomb would you forgive me ? .. go away !

Lucas Arts haven't produced a worthy of my attention game for the last half decade or so except Escape o' Monkey Island maybe .. unless they put their shit together and bring on  goodies with the new adventures of Sam'N'Max , Full Throttle or at least this RTX : Red Rock (which doesn't looks too promising) I'd come to George Lucass's funeral in a red dress and a gap o' bubble gum between ma' teeth for ruining the creative minds of so many.

Now if you hear me , pigies might have a plently'o'expansion and additional content coming in the following months and maybe even weeks so tag along folks we might try something untried before and come with a much frequent updates for that to pay off all those insulted.

You want more ? drop me a line --------*-----.
Secret Multiki Noir \"/ projects I say !

* = one toke

Val

mr.pirate

Hey hay guess who got punched by mr.freakin-alcaholic-cow .. twice..
Once in the eye n’ twonce in the trap…
The bastard got drunkish enough n' nasty that doesn't even remembers he done this , which means it’s time for educational-revenge.
I’ve seen uncle Gaz in action and mr.freakin-alcaholic-cow gets the crown for beein' mr.dangerous n' convertin' scum into pirates.

Nobody

So I've been woken early this morning by my friend who wanted me to visit , I sit on my bike and get on my way riding along the streets I see this fluffy-yozhiked-zaychik in an alley n' aim my bike in between his legs, there's no way back.

You Say it's love , but it can't be love for there is no true love!

There is a man
a certain man
and for the poor you may be sure
that he'll do all he can
who is this one?
who's favorite son?
just by his action has the traction
magnets on the run
who likes to smoke
enjoys a joke
and wouldn't get a bit
upset if he were really broke
with wealth and fame
he's still the same
I'll bet you'll find he's not alive*
And you don't know his name*

You said "The Union Forever!"...
You said "The Union Forever!"..
You cried the union forever..

Val

Hey Hey what do I say .. Days don't get stranger and I won't go away.

Jimmy brown and the things we done .. these days as Nico sings .. These days I seem to think alot About the things that I forgot to do And all the times I had the chance to.

Well not really.. since even though I am damaged and believe that I am wrong my time remains too long.

I acttualy heared that the Bitch (Nico) threw glassware on folks who didn't take her 'singing" seriously in some of her club performances .. a Dutchy lil' bitch she was .. or wasn't she and it's me who is jealous and would like to throw glassware on my audience?.. or perhaps I don't have any.

Lets cut it long .. Problem with cults is that you get too much attention from them , you see we posted this Mullholand drive review once and we still get most of our entries from confused children that want answers , them flicks attract audience .. willingly or not is something we'de have to figure on the long run , in the short run we'll be running in the fields.

Now about these days .. or shall i call them : them(repeativly aware) nights n' early mornings, however we call them , they appear to be and to bee and to bebebe to me daily .. life's a bitch n' it barks when ya're up to bum kicking ...

What am i saying .. lets rephrase it  .. Every morning i wake and brush my teeth (with beer).

Rerephrase it ? shall we? .. I have all the characteristics of a human being: blood, flesh, skin, hair; but not a single, clear, identifiable emotion, except for greed and disgust. Something horrible is happening inside of me and I don't know why. My nightly bloodlust has overflown into my days. I feel lethal, on the verge of frenzy. I think my mask of sanity is about to slip.
 

"Plagiarism!" you say?.. 'Damn Right!' I say .. about those days , Myself indeed finds them charmingly dogmatic , not forced really and the despite the problem I have playing tedious computer based Role Playing Games only because they're role playing games .. don't get me wrong Planescape Torment is perhaps the game with the finest plot and humor since StarControl2 if you like good entertainment n' got time on your side should defiantly try Planescape what can be bad about a game where you can find a ring up your ass and be happy about it since it provides you additional skill points?

The problem with RPG games of such kind is that they get too heavy onyou giving you too much to read and do this such that harvest too much of your time ..  Comparing many PC RPGs to console ones is like comparing text books to comics .. this doesn't matters since i've started games like Grandia II and Skies of Arcadia and never finished those either but still they manage to keep you more attracted as comic books do.

And here goes the point, lately I began reading numerous books and games not really lately and not really starting but more like Restarted rereading n' replaying and just recylcing good time i guess ..Nostalgia Strikes and it strikes as a fat wife thrown from the second floor.

I got so fuck'n nostalgic that i replayed two of the first Legend of Kyrandia games couple of months ago .. i even done that with all the Map drawing procedure for fuck's sakes and I enjoyed it alot.

Then I Decided to reinstall Giants : Citizen Kabuto which I conceder the uncle of all Scottish fun goodness.. this perhaps of only games which I replayed twice already and only wish I had anyone to pretend Kabuto so I can kick the shit out o' him with a Gyrocopter or kidnap a Borjoyzee or two.

Not long has passed since i abandoned the third replay of Kabuto in the middle o' it for another woman's wife.. and that shall be Undying , a game that thrills so the poop inyou that I forgot to read the Journal which unveils the reason for shooting all those poor monks and fluffy creatures I shot without being aware there's such a thing which explains "why".. they spooked the shit out of me , that's why.

Where am i now .. I'm at the Schnible and Ma feet getting cold .. will go stick them underpillow.

Val

It was a right thing to do and if it was wrong; it was a good thing to do .. and if it was bad it was; an appropriate thing to do and if it was; unapropriate it could be a demanding thing to do and if it wasn't demanding, it should  be considered as moderate violence toward women and animals.

lilpigie

Space-Shuttle, McDonald and Always(tm) are obvious Signs o' Progress, waited us on top o Evolution-spiral we all came to afta' zillions o years. No, noone tells that Automatic Washin'Mashine is Evil and you betta' should wash out all skin o' your hands or run yelling throu' town instead usin' a Phone, but.... even a Moon has his Dark Side - - so I afraid Progress drops own shadow too.. Don't bother yourselves with diagrams o' greenhouse effect and columns o digits illustrating connection o' poultry-breeding and deo-rolls sold-outs, we got betta' example for you. Just turn head alil' and look at nearest female. Here best evidence o' how usurpated all rights and copyrights o' nature Industry comes and natural selection goes away hangin' it's head. Industry grabs women into hostiges with no intention to release until end o' time. To be a Woman nowdays is not enough to be genetic one. Here are some conditions showin' if you're allowed to survive by Industry. With no Pantyliners, unShaved legs, unVersached Skirt, unShiny-Purple lips, unWife (here we should stop cause full list would take some gigabytes o space) you have to go and kill youself becooz you're not Perfect OK.
Yeah, there are mornings when I wake up and thank Destiny fo' my ass got luck to born in modern times when ya can get your daily coffee by just single button pressin. I don't have anything against progress, but I don't want suicide if wake up and findn't any legs-shavin' tools in ma b-room. Thankya Kindly.

Val

Do these women have a single pare of panties ?

"Pantyliners are designed to help keep you and your underwear feeling fresh by absorbing and locking away daily natural discharge, something that all women experience. "

Hey woman what you experience ?!

Q: If I don't have a discharge can i still wear a pantyline?
A: Yes, pantyliners as the name says are no more than an extra layer in your panty. As they have been designed for everyday use it’s perfectly OK to use them also on days where you don’t experience discharge – just to feel fresh and confortable all day long.

wonder how much a six-pack will cost ...
oy wha have you brought upon your sisters ?!

Val

Asked myself what it's all for You know the funny thing about it I couldn't answer No, I couldn't answer. Things have turned a deeper shade of blue and images that might be real maybe illusion Keep flashing off and on Free... Wanna be free, Gonna be free... and move among the stars You know they really aren't so far Feels so free... Gotta know free... Please... Don't wake me from the dream It's really everything it seemed I'm so free... No black and white in the blue Everything is clearer now Life is just a dream, you know that's never-ending I'm ascending...

sillyme n' cow went fo' get lil' something today n' had around 2.2 euro equivalent in local tugriki, we spent whole hour in a supermart fo' examine wha we could buy on the remaining 1.7 euro ,after we bought those secret salad ingredients we were sent for on a proper terminator worthy mission. What took us so long you ask  .. Well in the vegetable section we couldn't avoid the urge to weight various vegetables(ala avocado) n' do em advance mathematical and geometrical calculations. Originally it's cheese we were after ,bu cheese now days seems costs more than the usual salad budget girls have... Eventually found many a package o' many packed lil' cheeses.. It wasn't our money , but it was our cheese. Another story for you

Val

Harry Callahan: Well, when an adult male is chasing a female with intent to commit rape, I shoot the bastard. That's my policy. The Mayor: Intent? How did you establish that? Harry Callahan: When a man is chasing a woman through an alley with a butcher's knife and a hard-on, I figure he isn't out collecting for the Red Cross! Well well .. so we're punks , very lucky ones even ... and Luckily this very night we were undergoing a most comprehensive investigation by Dirty Harry and his mute cousin, Those two wanted to assure we are no common drug users , that the vehicle we were in is a mess and insure the safety of our fellow citizens from the hazards of "weed", a popular term among professional detectives of Harry's kind. Harry is tough. Harry's uncle is shaft. Harry Touched my ass. Harry declined an offer to see what he was touching. Harry sometimes use the most unconventional methods to fight crime and he's proud of them. Harry is fifteen centimeters shorter than the average citizen. We were on our way back from the entertainment we had and the movies we missed heading to the national park to enjoy the public toilets there and the monotonic uncompressed generated sounds of the nocturnal critters, I could've say that we wanted to to enjoy the weed there, but this would be illegal in Harry's terms , and we all know from history classes that; what's illegal is harming and dangerous to the general public. We parked noticing Harry and his fancy lighted and decorated traffic pharaoh-mobile approaching us and parking to our right side , or was it the left one. Seeing him my heart was filled with joy , not only I had the opportunity to sing one of my favorite songs that was suiting the situation but also I had the pleasure to feel myself and see my friends touched down their bums by a midget with a huge flashlight. It's not his fault he was born a midget , but its his fault he was stupid enough to express the first of his words and the actions following to them, When I approached to open the car door and exit the car to enjoy the nature (of things) I've been told "Stay where you're", I followed, he then asked if we had any illegal substances in the car "Drinks and Smokes" they call it in Harry's department , I asked if drinks are illegal , he said "ohh no, not drinks" I said "I'm glad" . At this point I doubted if they were police officers at all and not of the casual child molesters they release from jail daily because officers like shaft don't care for the legal side of things ,the very things  they protect ,and even though they posses the knowledge of how to properly process an arrest or even a search they don't bother too since there are laws that are just plain stupid, and Harry knows it. His mute cousin speaking to himself said something to the radio n' second afterwards made the trasmition noise "pshhh" n' spoke with female tone "Suspect is a Silver Toyota" ..guess what we were in the category of those suspected silver Toyotas. Harry processed with the usual go-trough-popular-hide-places-of-them-narcotic-satans, found a seed of exotic greek foods in between the sheets and a douzen o' candy wraps on the floor, harry said he found the weed seed, we said if that was a weed it wasn't ours , he said we were driving the car, I sang "Poooolice and thieeehves scaring the nation with their guns n' ammunition" , he handled the seed to cow , cow smelled it , Harry was emberassed .. Harry angrily said that there were too many cars are gathering around this park (when in our ballpark were no more than couple of vehicles aside us). I wished out loud Harry and his cousin a good night they rushed in the car and drove away... we entered the car for' some more laugh , instinctively opening the window of the car as ready for a ride , right from that moment Harry and his cousin got right back to where they left dozen of seconds prior to they return , stepped of the car looked at me and angrily claimed that he doesn't likes the whole situation I looked at him with a wide smile asking "The situation In which you messed our car?" he told me "Come over here" , "Alone" .. our driver Bugsy thought he was talking to him and asked "Who me?" .. "No , Me." I said. Harry touched me at our first occasion together , but not as trough as in the second in which he was offered to look in my clothes (off me). Harry finished the search on me and headed back to check the car again , then turned around and drove away without a word .. we checked the car if he planted any resellable bag of materials intended for framing us , we found nothing. This casual story is not the best reason for posting , we even didn't bother to check if the idiots were real police officers, most probably they were, what's for sure this some good entertainment in the cost of human rights and lefts. Why so tender you ask .. We could be more radical, but also we weren't sure if there are no  illegal substances in our vehicle.

Side Singin': Police and thieves in the streets Oh yeah! Scaring the nation with their guns and ammunition Police and thieves in the street Oh yeah! Fighting the nation with their guns and ammunition From Genesis to Revelation The next generation will be hear me ! And all the crowd comes in day by day No one stop it in anyway And all the peacemaker turn war officer Hear what I say ! When they kick at your front door How you gonna come? With your hands on your head Or on the trigger of your gun When the law break in How you gonna go? Shot down on the pavement Or waiting on death row My daddy was a bank robber but he never hurt nobody he just loved to live that way and he loved to steal your money some is rich, and some is poor that's the way the world is but i don't believe in lying back sayin' how bad your luck is so we came to jazz it up we never loved a shovel break your back to earn your pay an' don't forget to grovel -The Clash

Val

The day before the night started with "ahuv yakar" on a mean of mass communication.. We watched Donnie Darko with cow n' silly gal cought on bbq night .. n' when she went fo' toaleto sticked znachyok o' fuck knows wha on her sumochyka along with otha znachki she allrdy had .. n' afterwards when she went to wanna fo' wash eyelid .. sticked her an apple in sumochyka ... so filmo endad .. musiki played .. she discovad things in sumochyka .. i looked in her eyes n' smiled .. she asked "What's this?" sillyme said don't know .. cow said don't know eitha .. so sticked pink floydad meddle beginin' to prove her em'ren't hippies n' aftawards looked in her eyes n' contantly smiled .. n' she looked fo' whole minute wondarin' .. n' afta checked bag if anything been stolen .. n' cow told .. "Sure he's a fuck'n cliptoman".. so silly looked on each otha fo few more minutes cow said "lets go" .. i said "goodnight" n' all walked to their way ..

lilpigie

These days it's hard to not spit at all.

And it's not only because you've just biten half o' onion or you're standing in front o shop-window full o perfect icecream-filled shoes and your Pavlov's reflex is working properly. There are more lessn't significiant reasons. No, I will not ask you this time why the world is full of idiots. No. (Bet, crucified Jesus finally came to same conclusion and we don't want repeat his destiny.)
Just always(tm) wanted to know how it happens, that with humanity praising education nowdays and using collected ages of universal culture, we got Kakdilla-With-BMW on the top of that efforts as result? (and result, quite ruling a world, if you still didn't notice..).
And when I want to spit on friends - sure, around swarming perfect collection o selves-proud idiots only...(just wonder what happens when idiots wanting spit on their friends - get them same procental ratio as me?..)
And finally, tell me please, dammit, which gene-mutation o premordial soup caused such nature-law as: if friend - it's rare and damn far, but if idiots - sure numerous (and multiplying in geometric progression) and under your nose on each step...?
But lec' stop here - and use worldwide collected culture with it's layers o' meanings to try live in harmony with what we have.. So now just change your Cowtch into more comfortable one, and enjoy all above mentioned them. And don't forget to place Tazik in close enough distance, in case if your saliva-glands are working good.

Val

These days it's hard to spit and miss a friend and please don't get me wrong friends are limited and few , but it's still fun to spit on innumerous them.

Someone once said that with belly buttonless friends you don't need no friend , this someone also mentioned that friends without birthdays are no friends of mine , and this someone was more than defiantly right.

I recall one special night ,now what was special about it is that half of the kids skipped school the morning after .. not because they stayed awake trough it watching their favorite cartoons but because they knew there wouldn't be no school by the morning at least not the one they'll recognize by it's original, uncrispy nature. This was sure very special in it's pyromaniacal nature the first time, but the next seven weren't as fun since I discovered that the homework in major part of them was only a reading assignment ; if you can't do your homework one way; do it in a creative another.

Victim of a skating accident

Regardless, I do lie a lot more than the casual Joe, if you ask me if I'm lying I will tell you that I do not but this will be a filthy lie and my nose won't grow you poor children (well maybe scratch a bit), so believe it or not the following chapter will be dedicated to victims of best friends and own birthdays.

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