argonautgod

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

I just lost this f'n blog entry because of Ivan-'I must break you'-Drago and Tung-'Mylee good fuck'-Po. Feck me, what a dumb as dogshit reason to lose a post. Holy crap.

Content? CONTENT? Don't talk to me about content. I just hope I can redo the A-Team theory and why... ah fuck it. Not worth the bloody hassle. Too much time has been spent on considering it. The conclusion is it exists. If you want my proof I say to you what I said to my last maths teacher - "Any more than three shakes is a wank.' She ripped my lungs out yet I could still breathe. That's because this happened in my mind last night. My chest became a gun. I killed Krites and became an intergalactic bounty hunter and got to hang with Jean-Claude Van Damme. She kept the lungs in a jar of brine. Happy times.

Two hours until NFL. Here's my partner in crime getting down to the best song I've heard this year.



The man pwns.