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To whom it my concern,
Blah, blah, blah, whine, blah, blah, blah, cry, blah, blah, blah, bitch, blah, blah, blah, moan, blah, blah, blah, fuck, blah, blah, blah off!!
Signed by those that really couldn’t give a flying fuck!!
p.s. I LOL’D 😛
I’m getting ready to go out, I will be gone for a little while, PLAY NICE lol and NO NAMES 🙂
Blah blah blah
Now just what is THAT supposed to mean!?!?
LET ME SAY,,BLAHH BALHH :love: 😆 BLAH,, AND HUGS BLAH INKY
halb halb halb – just saying it backwards to make it more evil 😈
yada, yada, yada. :entertained:
This blog changed my life.
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I wonder if Vic and Hardcase have read this blog. They wont be very happy if they do. They are clever enough to know lol..
Yeah, but that’s not what Kevin said. He said only blah blah can blah blah. I’m totally outraged by this double standard against blah blah! If something isn’t done about all the blah blah, I’m gonna leave. That’ll show everyone! Blah!
Oh, and Blah!
Blah bla Blah Blah AND yada yada yada as shown by this Independent youtube vid.
It all started when our predictably heroic hero, Mellisa, woke up in a swamp. It was the seventh time it had happened. Feeling alarmingly displeased, Mellisa hit a live hand grenade, thinking it would make her feel better (but as usual, it did not). Just as zero people expected she realized that her beloved page views was missing! Immediately she called her redheaded stepchild of a ‘friend’, Allah-O-Akbar. Mellisa had known Allah-O-Akbar for (plus or minus) one million years, the majority of which were sassy ones. Allah-O-Akbar was unique. He was ingenious though sometimes a little… annoying. Mellisa called him anyway, for the situation was urgent.
Allah-O-Akbar picked up to a very angry Mellisa. Allah-O-Akbar calmly assured her that most albino cats turn red before mating, yet albino cats usually wildly shudder *after* mating. He had no idea what that meant; he was only concerned with distracting Mellisa. Why was Allah-O-Akbar trying to distract Mellisa? Because he had snuck out from Mellisa’s with the page views only five days prior. It was a eccentric little page views… how could he resist?
It didn’t take long before Mellisa got back to the subject at hand: her page views. Allah-O-Akbar belched. Relunctantly, Allah-O-Akbar invited her over, assuring her they’d find the page views. Mellisa grabbed her whale and disembarked immediately. After hanging up the phone, Allah-O-Akbar realized that he was in trouble. He had to find a place to hide the page views and he had to do it aimlessly. He figured that if Mellisa took the best-in-its-so-called-‘class’ sedan, he had take at least seven minutes before Mellisa would get there. But if she took the unicorn? Then Allah-O-Akbar would be scarcely screwed.
Before he could come up with any reasonable ideas, Allah-O-Akbar was interrupted by six annoying Pedo Bears that were lured by his page views. Allah-O-Akbar sighed; ‘Not again’, he thought. Feeling displeased, he randomly reached for his ripened avocado and recklessly hit every last one of them. Apparently this was an adequate deterrent–the discouraged critters began to scurry back toward the fanstic pumpkin patch, squealing with discontent. He exhaled with relief. That’s when he heard the unicorn rolling up. It was Mellisa.
As she pulled up, she felt a sense of urgency. She had had to make an unscheduled stop at Big Lots to pick up a 12-pack of carrots, so she knew she was running late. With a mighty leap, Mellisa was out of the unicorn and went exotically jaunting toward Allah-O-Akbar’s front door. Meanwhile inside, Allah-O-Akbar was panicking. Not thinking, he tossed the page views into a box of dull pencils and then slid the box behind his time machine. Allah-O-Akbar was puzzled but at least the page views was concealed. The doorbell rang.
‘Come in,’ Allah-O-Akbar indiscriminately purred. With a heroic push, Mellisa opened the door. ‘Sorry for being late, but I was being chased by some insensitive self-righteous ass in a Jap Trap,’ she lied. ‘It’s fine,’ Allah-O-Akbar assured her. Mellisa took a seat just under where Allah-O-Akbar had hidden the page views. Allah-O-Akbar turned red trying unsuccessfully to hide his nervousness. ‘Uhh, can I get you anything?’ he blurted. But Mellisa was distracted. Unaware of the bleakness of existence, Allah-O-Akbar noticed a selfish look on Mellisa’s face. Mellisa slowly opened her mouth to speak.
‘…What’s that smell?’
Allah-O-Akbar felt a stabbing pain in his armpit when Mellisa asked this. In a moment of disbelief, he realized that he had hidden the page views right by his oscillating fan. ‘Wh-what? I don’t smell anything..!’ A lie. A selfish look started to form on Mellisa’s face. She turned to notice a box that seemed clearly out of place. ‘Th-th-those are just my grandma’s wolverines from when she used to have pet legless puppies. She, uh…dropped ’em by here earlier’. Mellisa nodded with fake acknowledgement…then, before Allah-O-Akbar could react, Mellisa fearlessly lunged toward the box and opened it. The page views was plainly in view.
Mellisa stared at Allah-O-Akbar for what what must’ve been eight nanoseconds. A few unsatisfying minutes later, Allah-O-Akbar groped indiscriminately in Mellisa’s direction, clearly desperate. Mellisa grabbed the page views and bolted for the door. It was locked. Allah-O-Akbar let out a saucy chuckle. ‘If only you hadn’t been so protective of that thing, none of this would have happened, Mellisa,’ he rebuked. Allah-O-Akbar always had been a little abrasive, so Mellisa knew that reconciliation was not an option; she needed to escape before Allah-O-Akbar did something crazy, like… start chucking dangerous oil-soaked rags at him or something. Absolutely thrilled, she gripped her page views tightly and made a dash toward the window, diving headlong through the glass panels.
Allah-O-Akbar looked on, blankly. ‘What the hell? That seemed excessive. The other door was open, you know.’ Silence from Mellisa. ‘And to think, I varnished that window frame two days ago…it never ends!’ Suddenly he felt a tinge of concern for Mellisa. ‘Oh. You ..okay?’ Still silence. Allah-O-Akbar walked over to the window and looked down. Mellisa was gone.
Just yonder, Mellisa was struggling to make her way through the swamp behind Allah-O-Akbar’s place. Mellisa had severely hurt her kidney during the window incident, and was starting to lose strength. Another pack of feral Pedo Bears suddenly appeared, having caught wind of the page views. One by one they latched on to Mellisa. Already weakened from her injury, Mellisa yielded to the furry onslaught and collapsed. The last thing she saw before losing consciousness was a buzzing horde of Pedo Bears running off with her page views.
But then God came down with His outgoing smile and restored Mellisa’s page views. Feeling angered, God smote the Pedo Bears for their injustice. Then He got in His Jap Trap and dashed away with the fortitude of 200,000 man-eating capybaras running from a teensy pack of South American hissing sloths. Mellisa shimmied with joy when she saw this. Her page views was safe. It was a good thing, too, because in two minutes her favorite TV show, American Idol, was going to come on (followed immediately by ‘When 3-legged wallabies meet rusty razor blade’). Mellisa was ecstatic. And so, everyone except Allah-O-Akbar and a few unborn fetus-toting 3-legged wallabies lived blissfully happy, forever after.
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