Muahaha i'm da 1st one to post after promos... Wakkakkakakakakakaka.... Exams are terrible. Exams are evil. They make people go nuts. People like me. You can see clearly that i've lost my mind after the horrifying experiences during promos... As I scanned the paper... Q1a:Name the process (or sumthin lidat)... *flip*.... Q2:Second ionisation energy... *flip* ...... Q3:............... Muahaha all dunno how to do...... Okay enough of exams stuff...
Everyone happy that promos is over rite? Hehehehe... But now i dunno wad to do oredi... So bored. Cannot. Must get Black Party as soon as i can... Then i can resume my RO muahahahahahahahaha........
You know how people have these little habits that get you down. Like... Bernie. Bernie likes to chew gum. No, not chew. POP. Well, I came home this one day and I am really irritated, and looking for a little sympathy. And there's Bernie.... layin' on the couch, drinkin' a beer and chewin'. No, not chewin'. POPPIN'. So, I said to him, I said, "Bernie, you pop that gum one more time..." ........ and he did. So I took the shotgun off the wall and I fired two warning shots......into his head.
I met Ezekiel Young from Salt Lake city about two years ago. He told me he was single, and we hit it off right away. So, we started living together. He'd go to work, he'd come home, I'd mix him a drink, we'd have dinner.......... And then I found out............ "Single" he told me? Single, my ass. Not only was he married...oh, no, he had six wives. One of those Mormons, you know. So that night when he came home, I mixed him his drink as usual. You know, some guys just can't hold their arsenic.
Now, I'm standing in the kitchen..... carvin' up the chicken for dinner....... minding my own business. In storms, my husband Wilbur, in a jealous rage...... "YOU'VE BEEN SCREWIN' THE MILKMAN," he says. He was crazy..... and he kept on screamin', "YOU'VE BEEN SCREWIN' THE MILKMAN!!"......... And then he ran into my knife. He ran into my knife ten times!
My sister, Veronica and I did this double act... and my husband, Charlie, traveled round with us. Now, for the last number in our act, we did these 20 acrobatic tricks in a row. One, two, three, four, five... splits, spread eagles, back flips, flip flops, one right after the other. So this one night we were down at the hotel Cicero, the three of us boozin', havin' a few laughs...... andwe ran out of ice. So I go out to get some. I come back, open the door....... and there's Veronica and Charlie doing Number Seventeen-the spread eagle. Well, I was in such a state of shock, I completely blacked out I can't remember a thing. It wasn't until later, when I was washing the blood off my hands I even knew they were dead.
Wah super ganas... Can u imagine me, su n eva wuz "chanting" this kind of stuff when we're muggin during promos... Maybe exam stress la, LOL... Imagine when all of us are struggling hard to get the mathematics equations into our heads.... we would suddenly go like...
"Sleep you little termite!... I mean precious little thing~~~
One day when you're big and strong~~~ You will be a king~~~...." LOL so de-stressing... K i think i talk a lotta nonsense liao... Ruined da whole blog... Opz... Hehehe beta ciao, if not hobbit's gonna chase me out of da blog liao. Tatta~~... ~Itachi no Aniki~
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