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Get off my lawn! (Formerly "Greetings, hello, and welcome!") Ordinarily this area is devoted to "a few words about me", but I am 25 (formerly 24) years old and I did not get this far by not telling people to get off my lawn (formerly "by telling people about myself"). Instead, you can go on an exciting voyage of non-self-discovery (unless you're myself - and I know I am!) by reading my posts. They date back to February of 2004 - that's more than a shit-ton (formerly three) years of quality!
I love blogging. I love this joint. And just as I predicted, this blog was ten gallons of fun in a one gallon jug. Then the jug split and burst, forcing me to find another one, and since I was unable to find a suitable replacement, I have a bunch of cups sitting around, full of fun. And one of the cups is full of scorpions! So if you decide to have a look around, watch your step.
Ladies and gentlemen, I present: Drawing Blog v2.0. (It has nothing to do with drawing, please stop sending me angry e-mails about that.)
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Wednesday, September 28, 2005
Well, the last before the MACHO BIG 2.0 DONKEY WRESTLE HUNDRED PERCENT, that is. I hadn't actually planned on posting again before then, but I decided to... um, be nice. Because I'm definitely not 'sploding with Writey Fever, a serious malady affecting one out of four Americans who are myself or one of three other people. Wait, maybe I should call it Writer's 'Sploditis, a horrible inflamation of the 'Sploditory Gland caused by not writing enough. Though actually I've written plenty, I just haven't posted it yet. You see what I have done? So much sneakiness in this one! Anyway, I have come to share some jokes.
1) What do vegan zombies eat? Graiiiiiins....
2) What do dyslexic zombies eat? Briiiiiians....
3 (in Russglish!)) Where is safest place in event of zombie swarm covering globe? Soviet Russia. In Soviet Russia, brain eat zombie!
Also you can make the third joke using elements of the first two. For example, in the event of swarms of dyslexic zombies, get a good friend named Brian (Brian, I'm looking at you here), and go with him to Soviet Russia. He'll be mighty full by the time the movie's over!
Posted at 08:07 pm by Saladin
 | | | Debauched
September 30, 2005 03:19 PM PDT
Gross. | |
| | | Alyred
September 30, 2005 01:23 AM PDT
What would I do with Russian brains? They've all been pickled by vodka. Well, I could put them right in jars for the lab decor... | |
| | | mrmister
September 29, 2005 04:58 PM PDT
And, of course, what do unfunny zombies eat?
GRIIIIAAANNNS. | |
| | | Lilith.
September 29, 2005 04:56 PM PDT
Also: I registered my email address so that I would know when you updated, and the subject of the email was "Last Entry!" and I freaked out. | |
| | | Lilith.
September 29, 2005 08:11 AM PDT
"Elaborate" has more than one syllable. | |
| | | Angelena
September 29, 2005 06:01 AM PDT
I am presently laughing my butt off over the jokes.
Can't wait for the 2.0
And, before I wuss out, thank you for the email. I really, really needed that. I'll try to write something more elaborate about that in the near future, as soon as I can find some words that are longer than one syllable.
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