I have been an ASs

For the past 18.16 years

because when ur caught up with the small things u loose everything else. It happened with me.

And I talk insane shit

Believe It

Don’t believe in yourself, Believe that I believe in you. Believe that.

Destroy the enemies

the infidels, the scumbags, the retrograded geniuses of destruction are all back to hound my sleep.

Ghostphobic person talking here after a bad night, a really hairy night. The shadow homonculus type kid is back with his annoying lick lipping envious body gazing and he couldn’t stop discussing hentai with me last night. If that isn’t enough to sicken me he begins to rave aloud about the wonders of youtube X= i knew that i had some…ummm…shitty personalities around me but this guy is an X-rated first… O_o

And than I have the misfortune to remind him that I’m not a dirty old man and that he’s a kid- faeceness =_=

the next part was bad . BUT . Thanks to Allah . Amnesia.

I do remember…”the problem with u mindfucked… ceasarian… communist bitches … etc” it was a pretty filthy speech x/

Pathan Circus at Loyd’s

It was fun while it lasted. Those early overs with Amir and Razzaq- thar arrogant bastard of a sri lankan captains (no offense sri lankans but for proof pls check  his after match comments “we have the best balling and batting side in the world, etc, etc…..” where the heck was the ‘graceful in defeat’ humility and so so……) strong fightback to respectable 138.

It was nerve racking waiting for Afridi to blow his boiler and lash out hard with legendery Pathan viciousness and get himself knocked out but the Boom Boom never slowed down…..the cavalry rode….. the lightening rode stood and struck…..

the bottles of  Marinda and Apple Cidera kept flowing, the peanuts rained upon the ground, in some desolate corner of the house Jimi Henderix shredded guitar without the customary bloodshot eyes glued to his Godly skin xP

BOOM BOOM BOOM

And just like that

WE

ARE

THE

CHAMPIONS

20ty20ty World Cup 09

“First of all I would like to thank my dearest and greatest and bestest Allah….”

I’ll be joining our Skipper Yonus Khan…. thank U Lord…. 10 years coming but we are at the top again…..

Feels Good

Lets hope it LAsts x))

Confessions of an Execrable Imbecile

Found on Times website

Longtime Simpsons writer and world-class hilarious person Mike Reiss responds to critical reaction to his latest movie:

I wrote a sweet little romantic comedy called My Life in Ruins.  It was about a bus tour of Greece, and had big laughs, gorgeous scenery, and a simple message:  don’t judge others too harshly.

One critic called it “execrable.”

I was fully prepared for bad reviews, but nothing quite this vicious.  An actor friend, who’d been in a critically trashed play, tried to spin it:  “Execrable can mean ‘deserving to be excreted.’  See?  ’deserving.’  That’s good!  Or it can mean ‘of poorest quality.’  Ok, see? ‘quality.’  That is also very good!”

I was surprised because my film was the highest-testing movie in Fox Searchlight history. Audiences liked it more than, say, Little Miss Sunshine and Slumdog Millionaire.  But not the critics.  They called it “one big fat Greek disaster”;  “wretched”;  “thuddingly bad”;  “a film that will kill Greek tourism”; and “a steaming pile of stereotypes and sitcomery, a pathetic excuse for a comedy.”  That last review sent my wife to a sickbed for three days, with what Victorian doctors used to call “the vapors.”

Several critics singled me out, calling me “an idiot,” “an imbecile,” and “sub-literate.”  Now, I opened the film with an allusion to Voltaire – a sign reads “Pangloss Tours: ‘The Best of All Possible Worlds’.”  In Candide, Dr. Pangloss utters these optimistic words before his group sets out on an utterly disastrous journey.  Just like the tourists in my film!  Get it?  The critics didn’t.   Not one caught the allusion.  Otherwise, they’d have called me a “sub-literate moron who reads Voltaire.”

At least half a dozen reviewers asked, “Did we need this obvious retread of If It’s Tuesday, It Must Be Belgium?” I’ve never seen that film.  It came out forty years ago, when I was nine.  And while I don’t recall the critics of the time deeming it a classic, it’s clearly the ne plus ultra of travel films.  There have been gangster movies since The Godfather and space movies since Star Wars.  But don’t try setting a movie on a tour bus.  It’s been done.  Once.  Two generations ago.

In the end, I guess life evens out.   I created a show once that the public simply hated.  The critics adored it.  It was about a critic.  It was called The Critic.

Private BloGS RuleZ

HMMMM I lava u my hawtness of ninjablaag (http://ninjablaag.blogspot.com/)
tired and fatigued: yes I know how to add links to my blogs the ‘correct way’ but this is the amazingly lame XP quickpress, devoid of these advanced technological options…YO
0^O i shalt enjayy sum privacy

Dreams

If you have a dream

protect it

but when its ready to fly

dont coop it up in a cage

let it

SOAR

How to resize the Brain

There is a law stating that with every repetition of a function the returns decrease exponentially.

Which just goes to show that the more U rape ur books the drier they are going to get… which is a bad thing to discover on the 3rd day of much awaited and already constipated Hols…….

Lost it I has lost it…angular velocity goddammit and tennis shit and going out with friends…what the ero gods is wrong with my douche brain…feels like estrogen douching me.

It is weird when ur mind is whorified by the fact that you have all the shit you once wanted…friends, character (I f***ing jumped onto my neighbours roof, XD pay back time neighbour/lawyers …the Deathgod can fly+break and enter) and generally you realize that it aint goddam enough…..

I miss being miserable sulky jackassed caffeine spirited necrophile and graveyards and deathing around spreading the deathness and generlly being depraved and perverted and looserish..

Blah Blah blah emo crap is so catharatic…..the shit is out of the system…

X) Please stay tuned for Death

The Point

There is non. There will be non. The only point existed at 00:00:00000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000001  in the morning of existence when all the universe was but a point. Now with all existence we have no where to observe.

No point of Reference like I said, that point committed infantile suicide.

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I turned 18 and despite all hopes and desires I have changed.

Now I have seen a DEAthgod

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I’ll save intro for later ….this blog is desolate anyway.

Lousy sooty morning with bloody glorious sunrise and than I bounced away in shorts to grammer and oogled fish eyed and the salamandered squids slooshing grim faced exam junkies enter the dreaded exam center that belongs to the always fagging away burger Grammarians….

Ya so I stood there oogling….got 1 middle finger from this Hawt chick and than comes along Hoo SOO ThoNG in …….you guessed it-not a thong 0_O but shorts x))

(read this bit fast aloud without breathing in)

So I kidnaps the king….. the ADD MATH distictionator + Mr 100% + other OLD PATRICIAN regalia… I grab him and drag him for tennis….and he turns out to play like shit….and it was fun and since Faysy is a git and even though he lives next door and since he has no cell I were not able to call him over…..and than he sends me a lame assed mail and calls me a wimp…..why you little(mute)….XO…!@#@!$#%$$…………$%^$#^#$^#$&^#&%*$^…………………………………………..

I just wrote iclank a testimonial but I aint going to post it on Flickr xP…… toooo obsessive.

Excuse me now…..I must plot the ruin and gang rape of my Rebel XSi

X=

You die all the time……do something new for a change-DEAthgod

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