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Monday, August 08, 2005

Mon, 08 Aug 2005 21:38:16 GMT

Xanga blows. No more for me.

Saturday, May 21, 2005

Sat, 21 May 2005 02:45:18 GMT

"NNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!" - Darth Vader

Best worst acting I've seen.

In other news, here's Kell! Acting like some madman!

Tuesday, May 03, 2005

Tue, 03 May 2005 18:15:13 GMT

It's pretty dull today, not much a happenin' at all. So I decided to look back at my old posts that I did. It seems that I used to write instead of posting up pictures of random things or saying something stupid like "shitcock" or any of that garbage. And the writings wern't half bad, either. Like, this one about a group of women.

12 women... 12 WOMEN!! Mother fucker! While I was going on the bus today, some jerkass that was trying to be nice by letting 12 women go on in front of him. I was right behind him. He said "You can go ahead." at first I thought he was talking to me so I approached the door, but noo "Let the ladies go on first," he said with a crazy look in his eyes to me. The look that would have killed most men, if they weren't so damn strong as myself. Eyes that said "Don't fuck with me." So then the 12 women went in front of me, even though I was the original 2nd person in the line to get on the bus. I hate these "old-fashioned" types, especially in situations such as this. What about equal treatment? Huh? You got an answer for that, fucker? Women had to come a loong way to become treated equally as men, but there you go brining them back down to the slaves of the kitchen they once were "Letting the ladies go first." Then, since there was 12 women on the bus, I had to experience what my african-american forefathers had to go through by sitting at the end of the bus. If I weren't in a Rapid bus, you know, those buses that looked quite sleek when they started the line, now they look like people use them as a piece of toliet paper, some parts clean and some parts just covered in shit, anyway, if they didn't have that third door... I don't know what I would do.

Camping trip shamping trip... I used to be a cub scout. I got all the way to a bear rank, I did. Although I left the cub scouts. It seemed like a cult to me. Such as most religions. Did you know that I am a prodistant? Hell, neither did I until I thought about it, but here I am. It all happened during a youth group thing that my old friend Michael brought me into... I hated him ever since. After the fun and games, it was time to pray to Jesus or some guy. "Everyone bow your heads. Thank you. Now, those of you that are just joining the church for the first time, please raise your hand." Now, at first, I didn't raise my hand, but then Michael told me to do it, the bastard. "Thank you, now those who raise their hands, please come with me. In to the... room." "Dear god!" I thought, "What's going on here? The room? Why did he have to say it like that?" I didn't know.

"Thank you for coming here." said the skinny white boy with the white t-shirt and kaki shorts.
"Do you accept Jesus as you lord and savior?"
"Uh..." I said.
"Do you?"
"Why?"
"Because Jesus died for you."
"What kind of moron would do that? Just for another person he didn't even know that well?"
"Because Jesus loves you and everyone. No matter what they did."
"So... what your'e telling me is that Jesus loved everybody?"
"That's correct."
"Hitler?"
"Uh... yes, even Hitler."
"HITLER?"
"Yes, that's correct."
"So your'e telling me that I could go kill thousands of people and Jesus would send me to heaven when I die?"
"No, not exactly."
"But I thought you said that Jesus loved Hitler, so Hitler went to heaven, right?"
"Do you accept Jesus as your lord and savior?"
"I guess, if even Hitler got into heaven."

And so, I am a prodistant for some reason. I guess the offer seemed good at the time, but now... I don't know. What would Jesus drink? Coca-Cola. You hear that, Kell? Jesus likes "hot drinks."

What happenened to me? That was a pretty good essay thingy-ma-bob... I just don't know what the hell happened to me... I know now! Anger! Anger fuled my writing, just like that Maddox fellow. I'm too mellow about some things now. Like, the other day, some bitch was trying to help me with... hrm... nothin'. Yeah, need people to piss me off in order to write about them pissin' me off. I need to change back to my old ways. The young Chris would have gone out of his way to go past a redneck that seemed like he was going to yell at him for stealin' his bike and wrote up somethin' good about it... maybe. Why should I even bother with this blog crap? Hmm.

Saturday, April 30, 2005

Sat, 30 Apr 2005 02:34:02 GMT

Curse you, UK Tripod! They took away me website, they did. (Which I was just using to store images and crap and had no real intentions to make an actual website) ... But, curse ye!!

Oh yeah, that lego star wars game is awesome.

Tuesday, April 26, 2005

Tue, 26 Apr 2005 18:35:12 GMT

Mmmmm.... heart attack

They're sugar free, so you know they're good for you.

Behold the wookie armor!

Truly a mighty kitty.

This blog is a goin' nowhere in a hurry... and with lots of pictures too. Pictures are good.

Monday, April 18, 2005

Mon, 18 Apr 2005 07:03:21 GMT

Marv's the man

The awesomeness...

Unlike that Hitler fellow... can't even beat Lenin in a videogame.

Terrible...

Sunday, April 03, 2005

Sun, 03 Apr 2005 23:25:01 GMT

Damn you to hell, daylight saving time! Damn you to hell! Always screwing up my pattern of living-ness. "And don't forget to set your clocks forward this weekend." What the hell for, Dennis Richmond? We don't need to keep switching back and forth like some... switching device... Always ruining the fun, that daylight saving time. Sure, we get some more light. But dammit, we should just keep the time the way it is, and not keep switching back and forth. It's bloody annoying... More like GAYlight saving time! Yeah, take that, you big homosexual. I'm takin' you down a whole friggin' peg by saying that your gay! Oh yeah, takin' a shot at the manhood-ness of Mr. GAYlight saving time...

Ah... mad at a change in time. Well, the real reason I'm pissed is that I'm the one who has to change all the clocks in my house. Because everyone else is too stupid or lazy to do so on their own for some reason (We have about 15 different clocks! Don't ask why), sure I just gotta put it an hour ahead, but don't forget in the fall when that fucker shows it's ugly and evil head again and demands that the clocks be turned back. And also, let's not forget about that precious hour of sleep that we lose... that precious, precious hour of joy... I say we go to that fucker's house and write "I eat my own farts" on the side of his house. Oh, man! The greatness of that. He'll be cryin' fo'sure. Because, inside, he knows that it's true... he eats his own farts. Then we got to his car and key the same thing. Then go get a bucket or a couple of kegs of gasoline and burn his car, house, outhouse (I've heard that he lives somewhere in the South), then take an axe and chop off his head and put it on a pike. That aught to show the fucker.

Well, good thing baseball's comin' round the corner. It's nice to go home and watch a game. Or go out and see one. I went to sbc park on saturday and blew $34 on food for two people. One hot dog costs $5! That's fuckin' insane. And can you believe that a glass of merlot will put you $10 down the hole. I was so outraged at these prices, I nearly dropped my monocle in anger! And don't even get me started on how much the sushi was or even the smoked salmon! Ooo! I was furrious, so much so that I almost challanged the manager of that ill-gotten establishment to a duel of fisticuffmanship!

Heh, roadkill. Good one, Kell.

Wednesday, March 23, 2005

Wed, 23 Mar 2005 06:55:39 GMT

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My God-damned hippie name is Heart Brodderick.
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My Beatle Freak Name is Doctor Richard Harrison.
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...Yeper. I's sho' is bored.

Monday, March 14, 2005

Mon, 14 Mar 2005 05:25:51 GMT

Awesome.

Thursday, February 17, 2005

Thu, 17 Feb 2005 02:43:31 GMT

mrmcsquidtm: where's my garlic bread/milkshake?
Christopher825: in hell!
mrmcsquidtm: wheres my bus ticket then?
Christopher825: on your desk!
mrmcsquidtm: lies!
Christopher825: bwahahaha!