I got my own camera, BTW

Boo doot boo
Boo doot boo.....etc.
(HACK!)

Bah biddly biddly biddly hop
Bah diddly diddly cuddly op
Bah diddly huddly bubbly buggly
Huddly clop (and other various gruntings)

I want people to cycle through the Combine the last two things you did into one thing thread and find 10 things they'd like to see me ATTEMPT to act out on video, lewd acts most certainly reccomended , not sure how I'll count these up, but vote on as many as you like, although I'm only counting votes for something 1 per person, so no copypasting.

I need new headphones, these deliciously trendy iPod ones simply don't do it for me.

Anyone else need something while I'm at the store?

NOW THIS IS HOW IT STARTED, LET ME GIVE YOU A SHOW
ABOUT HOW I WAS COVERED IN BEES FROM MY HEAD TO MY TOE
AND I'D LIKE TO TAKE A MINUTE, DON'T YOU GO NOWHERE PLEASE
I'LL TELL YOU ALL ABOUT HOW I'M FUCKING COVERED IN BEES

IIIIIIN SOVIET RUSSIA, BORN AND RAISED
COVERED IN BEES IS HOW I SPENT MOST OF MY DAYS
CHILLIN' OUT, MAXIN', BEING COVERED IN BEES
AND JUST PLAYING WITH MY HORNETS, SITTING ON MY KNEES
WHEN A COUPLE OF BEE FARMERS STARTED...

What is this Furcadia bullshit I keep hearing about? Seems kinda stupid.

Or should I say, incomporably retarded? yeah, that.

I dunno, I'm kinda bored, my head hurts, nothing particularly bad has happened or anything, I'm just bored and looking for something new. Meh.

I decided to try my hand at the Cracked (Pointless Waste of Time) forums again. Goddamn, what an awful place.

They use a Karma system, and even though it's a humour website they:

A) Can't catch sarcasm

B) Need to get off their high-horse and realize that David Wong is the only significant person there.

C) Need to lose half the userbase, bunch of 'lol so randum xD' fagets.

HOLY ASS THE GUY WHO MADE BUBBA HO-TEP IS MAKIN THE JDatE MOVIE OH WOW

I first heard of Donnie Paragnetti while browsing the dog fancy magazines at Chapters, interrupted in my Corgi-purchasing fantasies by two smartly dressed Italian men who were carrying expensive looking things and wearing further expensive things and purchasing relievingly less expensive drinks, but in the context of drink-buying they were still pretty ridiculous. They were openly complaining about what I would later find out to be their bosses estranged son. My journalistic sense shot up harder...