Okay, two things.
Thing 1!
I've found that after having eaten until I am full of meat that was cooked extra extra rare (so rare, I might as well just go out and chew on a live cow) that I'm much nicer to people. This leads me to believe that when I'm mean and cruel to people, it's not simple malice without reason; I just want to eat them.
Thing 2!
I'm bored, read me acting british at a person I found on-line. Guess which one is me!
Flaying Children: What up, friendly neighbor?
Stabyouface: Nothing much, my good fellow.
Flaying Children: Wonderful!
Stabyouface: We should dine together sometime!
Flaying Children: In joyous comradery with other chaps!
Stabyouface: Perhaps with our families!
Flaying Children: Ha, ha!
Stabyouface: ...!
Flaying Children: That's a delicious idea, if you catch my drift!
Stabyouface: Ah, delicious! Ha, ha, you card!
Flaying Children: I am what I am and I do what I can.
Stabyouface: Oh, you. Ha, ha, ha!
Flaying Children: Ha, ha, ha!
Stabyouface: Ha, ha, ha, ha!
Flaying Children: Have you had a good look at my masochistic pleasure slave, good sir? She is quite skilled in her craft.
Stabyouface: Ah, wonderful! I have something like that. She stays in the kitchen or bedroom! Wherever I tell her to go!
Flaying Children: However a paradox arises as per punishment: physical violations, no matter how excruciating, render her giddy and overflowing with joy! I am at a loss.
Stabyouface: I know how you and she must feel. I enjoy it when I stake myself in the leg with a needle laced with morphine and rubbing alcohol!
Flaying Children: Ha, ha, I see how it is!
Stabyouface: Only a gentleman of your nobility would!
Flaying Children: Say, what do you think about making a cult to Satan?
Stabyouface: A cult you say?
Flaying Children: Ah, yes.
Stabyouface: Hm.
Flaying Children: Virgin sacrifices on tuesday!
Stabyouface: Why didn't you say so in the first place!
Flaying Children: Oh, ho, ho!
Stabyouface: I do enjoy a good virgin sacrificing cult!
Flaying Children: Me too! That's why I started it!
Stabyouface: Ingenius!
Flaying Children: You are truly a god amongst peasants.
Stabyouface: Your aptitude knows no bounds, good sir. Hahaha.
Flaying Children: This was too weird, even for me.
Stabyouface: Hahah!!
I've found that after having eaten until I am full of meat that was cooked extra extra rare (so rare, I might as well just go out and chew on a live cow) that I'm much nicer to people. This leads me to believe that when I'm mean and cruel to people, it's not simple malice without reason; I just want to eat them.
Thing 2!
I'm bored, read me acting british at a person I found on-line. Guess which one is me!
Flaying Children: What up, friendly neighbor?
Stabyouface: Nothing much, my good fellow.
Flaying Children: Wonderful!
Stabyouface: We should dine together sometime!
Flaying Children: In joyous comradery with other chaps!
Stabyouface: Perhaps with our families!
Flaying Children: Ha, ha!
Stabyouface: ...!
Flaying Children: That's a delicious idea, if you catch my drift!
Stabyouface: Ah, delicious! Ha, ha, you card!
Flaying Children: I am what I am and I do what I can.
Stabyouface: Oh, you. Ha, ha, ha!
Flaying Children: Ha, ha, ha!
Stabyouface: Ha, ha, ha, ha!
Flaying Children: Have you had a good look at my masochistic pleasure slave, good sir? She is quite skilled in her craft.
Stabyouface: Ah, wonderful! I have something like that. She stays in the kitchen or bedroom! Wherever I tell her to go!
Flaying Children: However a paradox arises as per punishment: physical violations, no matter how excruciating, render her giddy and overflowing with joy! I am at a loss.
Stabyouface: I know how you and she must feel. I enjoy it when I stake myself in the leg with a needle laced with morphine and rubbing alcohol!
Flaying Children: Ha, ha, I see how it is!
Stabyouface: Only a gentleman of your nobility would!
Flaying Children: Say, what do you think about making a cult to Satan?
Stabyouface: A cult you say?
Flaying Children: Ah, yes.
Stabyouface: Hm.
Flaying Children: Virgin sacrifices on tuesday!
Stabyouface: Why didn't you say so in the first place!
Flaying Children: Oh, ho, ho!
Stabyouface: I do enjoy a good virgin sacrificing cult!
Flaying Children: Me too! That's why I started it!
Stabyouface: Ingenius!
Flaying Children: You are truly a god amongst peasants.
Stabyouface: Your aptitude knows no bounds, good sir. Hahaha.
Flaying Children: This was too weird, even for me.
Stabyouface: Hahah!!
posted by ☭CRUSH you. at 1:13 PM
23 Comments:
Hmm... kind of odd that you want to eat people but to each his own I suppose.
Wow, that's a very interesting conversation. Good luck with the whole cult thing.
I think that, in their hearts, everyone wants to eat people. Either that or I just need more protein in my diet.
you so did not guess correctly which one of those was me.
You were not stabyouface??
I guess this because your log is named rotyoubrains and there is no r after you...
I was Stabyouface!
But the cult idea was not mine. Which makes me sad. It should have been mine. It will be mine.
...by the way, have you ever considered worshipping the devil?
Lol. . . no, I have never considered worshipping the devil. But I could just join your cult and like serve refreshments or something. I could be like a hostess or something. That would be swell.
I just thought that you were going to join the culy, which is why I wished you luck.
Ohh.
Nah, that cult was mostly just idle talk, british people always talk like that when nothing's up.
I think.
Hey hey. Ooh, I see. So, no cult? Where shall I serve refreshments??
Ooh, la. I saw Eric today! But ... your Eric. Lol. Meaning your brother. And we "hugged" because he "remembered" me but really he didn't. Yeah.
You should get a myspace! Yeah.
Hm, I suppose I have to make a satan cult now, for you to serve refreshments at...
Ugh, my brother. He hugs everyone. And touches them too. He's pervy like that. More people should be antisocial and unpleasant like me. Although I'm confused as why your hugged is in parentheses..-es. Did he steal your wallet?
A myspace? but I just joined Hi5! at the behest of your friend Brittany. And I didn't even want to join that, but she sent me like a bajillion invites. I need a reason to join myspace!
Score! My life will now be fulfilled considering it get to please Satan by serving his people ice-cold beverages. Hmm... that was kind of sarcastic but it doesn't read that way.
Hug was in parentheses because it was like a "only one arm around-sideways" kind of thing. And I can't think of a name for that. And no, people shouldn't be antisocial because then they'd go to the summer celebration and see me!
You need a reason to join myspace? Am I not enough?? And Hi5 sucks horribly! Is there a point to that site? Okay, so I guess it's the same as myspace but myspace is much niftier. And yeah. You should make an account!
http://www.myspace.com/xfairyxdustx
Yeah, your brother hugged me too. What a fucking weirdo. I think he stole my wallet.
Also, the british conversation was funny, as was most of the rest of your blog. I didn't read it all, so of all that I read, most is all. Therefore it's all funny, even though I didn't read it all.
Mostly.
Jennifer:
Don't worry, I didn't really think you would serve beverages at a satan-party. Or if you did you would probably bring holy water and garlic or something and silver pointy things like Blade and kill everyone. Which would be funny, but on the other hand would probably also be really painful.
Also, you have confused me. Antisocial people see you at the summer celebration? What is the summer celebration? ...this isn't like the winter celebration I got invited to before where everyone celebrated by throwing me into a hole punched into the frozen lake, is it? Just remember, killing me only fuels the evil within. And I just crept out of the lake during the thaw. Evil never dies, Jennifer. Remember that!
Hi5 does suck a lot. I tried going into a chat room, and everyone was all "looking for 12 yr old grl" and I ended up getting into an hour and a half arguement with this dull kid about who could kick whose ass, and between every time she said "hoe" and "kick yo ass" she asked "what race are you" which led me to beleive that she was also a racist.
Hi5 is a site for violent, racist pedophiles. (But they don't like it when you tell 'em that.)
Beefy:
Just remember that when he touches you, it's just his way of saying "hello." Well, "hello." and "your skin feels pretty."
Of course my blog is funny. I wrote it, right? ....or did I? There are rumours that I have a japanese slave here, wHo typEs aLl my Posts and coMmEnts, and every time he writes something not funny I beat him visciously and without ruth, but of course those are only rumours.
Ha, no, I said people shouldn't be antisocial because then they would get to see me... like if you would have gone to the summer celebration, you would have seen me.
And yeah, it's just like the winter celebration but without the frozen lake! But yeah, the thought of you coming out of a lake after dying is very haunting. Well, anyone for that matter.
Yeah, hi5 is very lame, which is why you need a myspace. mmhmm...
Myspace is double lame! They are confusing. They are lamer than a goat that was crippled from one leg and its horns being run over by a train then if it got like an extra leg bit off by a bigger goat or something.
Yeah, I'm a pretty haunting person. But hey, you know what they say - you're not evil if they can't catch you, right?
Now that's funny. MySpace does indeed suck the dust off of my wrinkled nut bag.
LOL @ japanese slave
I only laugh because I was thinking of getting one of those and found that indonese children work harder and for less pay, so I got me a couple of them.
Hey, you got a new friend on your blog. Or an old friend that just never commented. Or something.
Anyways, there is no way myspace is lamer than hi5. NOTHING is lamer than hi5.
And ha, no, you're evil if you don't turn yourself in =D Just kidding.
Does hi5 deal with the Backstreet Boys, Disney, or Christians? If it does, then I'd have to agree, it's the lamest thing ever.
And I'm a new guy. He posted on mine, so I posted on his.
And I'd use the term "friend" loosely. I only call those who owe me money "friend".
Wait...
Okay, maybe not lamer than hi5, but still, pretty lame.
And beefy - Well no they don't, not that I saw. But they could. There are a lot of people on myspace.
Also, I call people I owe money 'friend'. When people owe me money, I make use of my rich african-american heritage and throw a brick through their window with the note attached of "yo dead muthafucka less yo pay up!" then the next day hurl a molatov cocktail or six through their previously broken window and shoot anything that moves in on or nearby their home.
Haha, beefy is angry at associative words. I'm your friend now beefy. Your buddy. You pal. We're chums, you and I! Not really. But I'll say so anyways, just to piss you off. Aren't I a wonderful person?
Welcome new guy. But not really because I don't welcome people who make religious jokes. So un-welcome to you.
And yeah, that's all I had to say. I am so disappointed in your new friend Evan.
Hey wait, I make religious jokes all the time though. I think.
Yeah, I'm dissappointed in him too, but I thought it'd been made clear that he's not my friend, merely he posts on my blog because he doesn't care what I thinkk. He's a very carefree person, you see.
Yours aren't blatantly obvious though. At least not to me.
And you call him friend so I call him your friend.
Do you know what I like to do? I like to go through people's blogs, and after the blog has been thoroughly discussed and bantered about a couple hundred times between three people that know each other a lot more than I know them or they know me, and then I read all their comments which are completely irrevelant to me, so it's like reading someone's note in high school that has nothing to do with me, and then, I like to write back about nothing. So that I can feel cool, too. See, on my blog, no one leaves like 21 comments, which is just asinine at that point, just get a chat room or email each other. But that's what's so beautiful about all this, isn't it? I am such a maladroit about blogging. Maybe now, someone will want to harass me on my blog, which is totally boring and not cool like Crush's, because a lot of mine is UNIMAGINATIVE, which is really the worst thing you can be, but I like a lot of pictures. As of this morning, I have had approx. 12 cups of coffee, three donuts, and a piece of cheese. Can you tell? Hmmm? Anyone?
You're cool like a high school note all right.
Your intro reminded me of stewie. Maybe because you like him too much? Or because I like the show so much. "Do you know what I do? I spit in your mouth while you sleep."
See, the problem with getting a chatroom is everyone would have to be there, and the problem with email is that it's not open for everyone to look at. Also chat rooms are lame because nobody ever gets my jokes in them, and email is lame because I don't like talking to one person at a time.
Hmm. There probably wouldn't be such long strings of comments if I posted more often. But then I'm so lazy..
Your blog's not unimaginative, or at least no less than mine. It's composed primarily of me bitching about shit that's pissed me off and the occasional pointless quiz or comic... and fuck! I just remembered that that was what I was going to post. must finish it though
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