June 18, 2005

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  The following bit is a little something out of a book I'm writing.

  
  

  EXPLOSION!

  
  

  The scene opens up with Megadeth playing in the background. What makes it even cooler is that there was just this huge explosion just happed a happened and it's like raining bones and stuff. That's awesome.

  
  

  Every book should start out with an explosion. In fact, a fact is only "in" until it is deemed an "out fact". An "out fact" is, in fact, not "in" but "out" ("out" is the opposite of "in").

  
  

  Alright look, shutup! Don't you just hate it when people are like "get a cause!"? More like, "Get the hell outta my face jerkwad hippie!". That would totally ruin his day. He would probably throw away his stupid hacky-sack and suffocate drown himself in the river. The river Styx? Styx blows.

  
  

  Yeah, it's pretty frigg'n awesome if you ask me. If you saw the book, you would see that I drew like pictures of people barfing and transparent cubes having sex with transparent triangles. Then they have a baby and it's like a half transparent cube, half triangle freak that hates himself. And bones. I'm pretty much the best drawer in the world. Just the other day Van Gogh's family burned all of their paintings because they were like "yo dawg, Vincent V to the G gots nothin' on you!" and I was like "yeah, word".

  
  

  Stop crapping your stupid diapers over Xanga.com's comment system malfunction.

  
  

   

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