Do you remember that one time, y'know, the one that probably never happened? When you saw something so freaking awesome that you made strange sounds and looked like you had a seisure?

I nerdgasmed so damned hard I had to go take a 2 hour shit that can only be described as a life sized cowpie.

OH MY GOD THAT WAS THE BEST FANGAME I'VE EVER SEEN. *gropes polygons again to hear passable impression of Micheal Bell*

One of my more beloved fandoms is starting to shrivel up and deteriorate, even quicker than Oddworld.

Fuzzy handcuffs and feather whips are all out in the open, severe character rape is rampant, out of character is slowly becoming the norm, flying squeaky piggies and pineapples are everywhere, and it probably doesn't help that most of the fanbase is female (which I find odd, considering the game), and that one of the official characters was a closet pervert to begin with.
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Y'know that one you get when you realize you have the best parents (or whatever other person you love) in the world? Yeah...

Any donors? I sat on mine for 26 hours straight and it's lost it's badonkadonkiness.

Well, I'm back from the land of assholes, thoroughly reminded of why I didn't like it there. The chinese food was a blessing though, and we stocked up on pastrami and pizza before we got the fuck outta there.

We visited the evil grandma, who seems to have had a huge helping of humble pie. It feels nice to trust her again.

My aunt seems to have lost her evil streak...

YES!


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2-Ha7HQ2G_s

No, wait, even better...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B4XBNKAlE4I

BROOTAL.

One more week, and I'll be on the road to New York. The only reason I'm actually glad about this time, is that I haven't had any decent take-out in two years. The chineese food here SUCKS. Not only that, but I miss the pastrami sandwiches, and the dirt water dogs that the vendor probably peed on. What's also nice, is that our new friend is stinking rich. (Right now, just being able to sit on a few hundred grand and not do anything with it is considered rich.)

And with that said, there...

HART ATTAK.

Now I know I've gone nuts. There was this totally pointless and crappy fiction I was writing about an Ancient crashing in my yard.

I went outside just a few minutes ago, and everything went EXACTLY like the fiction. The moon was even the same pale yellow, the wind was at that certain pitch, and I know I did not imagine that ripple of partially invisible energy sweep over everything like the opening of a dimensional rift.

I saw the outline...

YEAH! HELL FUKIN' YEAH!

THEY'RE LEAVING! THE DOUCHEBAGS ARE LEAVING BY APRIL FIRST!

Now all I have to do is make sure that dumb, dumber, and the new girlfriend don't take any freebies on the way out. The blatant towel abuse was enough.

Hopefully, I can retrieve my marbles, and I'll go back to being a dull, sane person, rather than a dull insane person.

And my little sister will stop being a selfish devil spawn and go back to being a sweet,...

COME BACK AND FINISH WHAT YOU STARTED BITCH!

Vae viro cue fuste in cape percutitur!

Vae victus!

...Illa cana...

BITCHES DON'T KNOW BOUT' MY ADDITIONAL JAR OF DIRT.


I'm still looking for a suitable jar, so right now I have to prance outside with handfuls of dirt. To make up for the lack of jar, I've strapped the legendary edition Master Chief helmet to my skull. With a pair of undies on top of it.

I have come to the conclusion that Batman is in desparate need of a Ricola.

As far as the sites go, I'll be adding a bit more content, start on building the specific...