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Time:01:13 am
I must consider revising this title, as I am too amorous for it, must I always make reference to killing people who don't like me back?
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Time:07:00 pm
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heeeeeeey. i just joined.<3 skylar is awsome, liek amazy crazing. wooo
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Current Music:Loch Lomond ~ olde scottish song
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Subject:Ode to Haggis
Time:12:49 pm
Current Mood:chipperchipper
eat this you snarly pudding freak.

Ode to Haggis

Fair fa' your honest, sonsie face,                                           
Great Chieftan o' the Puddin-race!
Aboon them a' ye tak your place,
Painch, tripe, or thairm:
Weel are ye wordy of a grace
As lang's my arm.

The groaning trencher there ye fill,
Your hurdies like a distant hill,
Your pin wad help to mend a mill

          In time o' need,
While thro' your pores the dews distil
          Like amber bead.

His knife see Rustic-labour dight,
An' cut you up wi' ready slight,
Trenching your gushing entrails bright

          Like onie ditch;
And then, O what a glorious sight,
          Warm-reekin, rich!

Then, horn for horn they stretch an' strive,
Deil tak the hindmost, on they drive,
Till a' their weel-swall'd kytes belyve

          Are bent like drums;
Then auld Guidman, maist like to rive,
          Bethankit hums.

Is there that owre his French ragout,
Or olio that wad staw a sow,
Or fricassee wad mak her spew

          Wi' perfect sconner,
Looks down wi' sneering, scronful' view
          On sic a dinner?

Poor devil! see him owre his trash,
As feckless as a wither'd rash,
His spindle shank a guid whip-lash,

          His nieve a nit;
Thro' bluidy flood or field to dash,
          O how unfit!

But mark the Rustic, haggis-fed,
The trembling earth resounds his tread,
Clap in his walie nieve a blade,

          He'll mak it whissle;
An' legs, an' arms, an' heads will sned,
          Like taps o' thrissle.

Ye Pow's wha mak mankind your care,
And dish them out their bill o' fare,
Auld Scotland wants nae shinking ware

          That jaups in luggies;
But, if you wish her gratefu' pray'r,
          Gie her a Haggis!
          Seth: Hey man, they raised me, okay? Proof, pudding. Speaking of pudding, Mother, do we have any tapioca on tap?

          uh yeahso theres some pudding stuff for ye,
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Current Music:Lola Ray ~~~ Our Brown Friends
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Time:11:49 pm
Current Mood:naughtynaughty
Ok this will be short and sweet because I'm craving the pudding!


Oh yes its sad the control the pudding has on me... I am a slave to its rich creamyness :::::::ashamed::::::::



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Alright now that thats taken care of, if you like this community or the stupid shit I say in it SPREAD THE WORD to all of your friends.

















The word is: Legs ^_^ lol jk
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Time:10:40 pm
there you people. I joined. I posted. I conquered.
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Current Music:Lola Ray ~~~ Plague (We need no victims)
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Time:01:24 am
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And the begining of my very own community, I shall love it and hug it and kiss it and talk to it like its a baby, and stroke it and pet it, and feed it pickles while its sleeping and best of all I will MAKE LOVE to our community... WHAT!? NO I'M NOT EASY! I'm just an emo kid who will pour his heart into this community and bake at 375 degrees for 20 minutes until crispy and light brown eat me while I'm gooey...

 

Alright that last part didn't sound quite right but anyways, I've got nothing to do, its 1:00 in teh morning and we have no more cheese, yus, life couldn't be worse...

Imagine this, while at a show watching some local bands, a Ska band comes on stage missing half their band so instead they decide to play this REALLY HARDCORE rendition of Damnit by Blink 182, then in teh middle of the guitar part the lead singer starts singing "No, I don't want no scrubs, a scrub is a guy who can't get no love from me, hanging on the passenger side of his best friends ride, trying to holler at me" While simultaneously the rhythm guitarist starts trying to do a mixture of a skank and a booty shake while still playing guitar and the drummer just picked up a guitar to look cool licks the pickups and is on the floor twitching because his tongue is still planted there... this ALMOST happened... I may exaggerate a little, but what cna I say I used my dramatic/random license

And let the rough sex games begin!

'nuff said

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Ever notice how we don't use the # enough, its such a neglected symbol, I mean we can very well type 'number' just as easily but people could type 'at' much easier than holding down the shift and typing '@' but no people love the '@' too much, never give '#' a chance... UNLOVEDNESS THATS WHAT IT IS... DISCRIMINANTS!

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Even more so, do they get offended by those "Can you hear me now?" commercials?

 

Anyways... most of this journal entry was inspired by true events, peace be with you my children!

(P.S. God is just an imaginary friend for grown-ups)

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