Gold I tell you!

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Bots love me part OMG

Well, I guess I asked for it. Now I have attracted the Bots. It's like feeding a Troll on an internet message board.

Bots have feelings too people. I guess. And that my friends is a rather scary thought.

Scary like Jesus.

Fuck TV. Fuck it right in its stupid ass.

... and now I know who wins Rockstar: INXS. GWAHAHAHA!!! And poor Gene Simmons is doing some shitty fucking OMG ROCK SCHOOL GET IT LIKE THE MOVIE LOL!!!!! show on TV. TV treats people like they need assistance using the toilet. Poor Gene Simmons. I bet anyone ten billion dollars that these spoilt rich kids are actors. Because REAL KIDS ARE NOT ENTERTAINING and that's all we fucking need in this world. GO REALITY TV!!! WE PUT THE NOT-WUITE-REAL IN REALITY TELEVISION!!!

Poor Gordon Ramsay as well, having to read some shitty lines to some shitty actors. Television really hates us, doesn't it?

One of these men is suffering from a mild cough. The other has cancer. Which one is it? NONE YOU FUCKING MORON BECAUSE THEY ARE BOTH FUCKING ACTORS.

FUCK.

I hate this world and everyone in it. When will Baby Jesus finally realise than humans are killing the Earth with bad TV and he in turn kill us all with a great meteor of justice? Then they can start again with the Eleventh Commandment, Thall Shalt not make any more Fucking Bad TV!

Television rots our brain, but at least give us the decency to rot it with something fucking worth our time!

Bots Love Me part Duex!!!!!seven

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Ahhh, more love from the automated bot programs. The "Heh heh heh" bit is REAL creepy. I think I shall sleep with the light on tonight!

Hey, I see you can do Mobile Blogging. FINALLY! I cannot think of a single thing in this world that excites me MORE than having some 40 year old American Idol fan telling me how their lunch break is. I swear to God, your Blog audience isn't a fucking Virtual Pet. And if it was, it would be rabid and eat your fucking throat out.

Bots Love Me!

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My, Bots are mighty friendly. It's like those generated e-mail ones, sometimes they can be FUCKING creepy. Oh well, I'm off to eat babies.

Raft Away River?

When I was younger I used to go to a place called School. And in one of those "Classrooms", as they were called, we once got divided up into groups. The aim of this group was to determine who was the greatest Survivor. The way we went about this was to play an early computer game. Now, I believe that the name of the game was Raft Away River, but I may be mistaken. The game was very basic, done in simplistic graphics. It was turn-based, and you played it as if you would any early Apple text-adventure. The aim was to build a hut and a fire to survive, catch fish to live and in your spare time build a raft so you could brave the rapids to steal the gems on the other side of the river. And if your character lasted a certain anount of days you won. And theh people who survived from each team went on to form one big ultimate kick-ass survivor team. Now, as I remember it, I did quite badly. If I recall my plan was to concentrate only on getting food, so at least I wouldn't starve. But then I contracted smallpox and fucking DIED.

It was hella-fun. Hella-fun indeed. I shall need to make a RPG about it. Speaking of RPGs, finish your Zombie on Shane. Finish it! Now! NOW!!!

Don't hate me because I'm Satan

FUCK I had just typed out a rather tasty political guide, called "Jesus Monkey's Guide to Voting" and the page crashed, so I have taken all of the arguments that I made and put them into a nice, easy to read and compact form.



LEGALIZE DAT SHIT NIGGAS!!!


That is all.

Starbuck Dreams

So it looks as though I will be moving to Auckland to take in the coffee-lifestyle. I am dreading taking the bus everywhere, because buses have teh gay. But I am going to have to get a *SIGH* job *SIGH* so I can afford to pay for how bloody expensive it apparently is. I guess Auckland food just tastes better. It better for FIFTY DOLLARS a muffin.

I've finally reached level 76 on Diablo 2: Lord of Destruction. So now I have my shiney Immortal King suit to wear. I love the warm glowing glow that I get with the suit, and since my resisits are maxed and I get such good stat boosts with the full set, I think I shall stick to wearing it. I had 40 Skill Choices remaining to spend on making my Barbarian better, so I think now I shall max out Concentrate and Mace skill.

So yeah, only I understand the above stuff. But I guess that's an idea for my next post, explaining the mythos of Diablo 2.

I'm off to go to OMG BAAL RUNZ-01!!!

My Band

Well, in order to beat Steff I will now start working on my Death Metal band. My band name is "Satan Daddy Satan." and here is our playlist from our first CD, "Cruelmaelfyre and the Disposable Jesus."

Hot for Corpse.
You Rang, Satan?
Apocalyptica.
In the Halls of the Crypt for Where my Death Lives.
Satans Suicidal Death Blood Satan.
Apokoliptika.
Christians are not our Designated Fanbase... of Satan.
Apokalyptikkka.
Our Father from Below.
Aprokrolipsticker.
Crapockolockostopicker.
Stopdropandrollollipopsticker.
Supercalafraigalisticexbealladouciousaliktika.

It's going to be number one in Norway, just as soon as my band members eat each other.