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11/03/2003 - Survey Says...[Basement Jaxx - Where's Yo Head At?]
I changed the background back. It's only Monday, and I'm already pissed off. You see, when I go home from school, I ride on a bus. It's a crowded bus, so I usually have to sit in the back, along with the potheads, crackheads, and various other *insert drug here*heads. Today, one of them posed an interesting question, almost scruples-esque: "Ok, say, like, you have one hour left to live. You have two choices: You can smoke a blunt, or live an extra hour" Guess what they ALL picked! Do I even need to tell you? I do? Damn. That kinda takes away the humor. Yeah, they all picked the blunt. Even so, most of them hesitated at first. So, I guess that's something to be thankful for. Another fun story involving these fucking brain surgeons, one of them had a lighter. Well, what does one do with a lighter? PERFORM TRICKS, OF COURSE! There's this one thing you can do, it's called a fireball. You put the lighter next to your closed fist,then flick the lighter and open the hand simontaneously, and it's supposed to cause a large burst of fire. This one scrawny blonde kid, he's trying fireballs, right? He's on his third one, and I am hoping, AGAINST GOD AND MAN, that this kid will BURN THE FUCK out of himself. "Come on, come on. Burn. Melt your hand off. I dare ya", I think to myself. *flick* *flick* AAAAAH! OH DEAR GOD, OWWWWWW! He tosses the lighter in the air, goes flying. This kid is FREAKING OUT, thinking he's going to die or something. Lighter goes flying out a window. Kid is CRYING. He's like, a sophomore. Eventually, he gets over it, tries to act all casual. Nothing happened, haha! Just burnt myself! No biggie! So, one of his pothead buddies pulls out a lighter. And he tries another fireball. Glorious human stupidity. This is why we can't have that perfect society I was talking about. Burns himself again. At that point, I got off. One good point of news, though: Can you tell me what happens on the 5th? EVERY GEEK IN THE UNIVERSE SPONTANEOUSLY COMBUSTS. Guess why. (If you need a hint, check the updated title bar thingie. It was GEEKS: RELOADED last time you were here) You know this anger is heaven-sent //Greg::7:54 PM EST\ # | |
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