Last night, in Odd chat, i met some very nice people, I'm gona list some..
Al the Vykker
Kai(you helped alot)
and um....well thats it!
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Reads of MJ12, i bring you a whole lot of pointless niss
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It’s a long and GRIPPING tale... Even more gripping than those wonderful trailers for the MONSTER-HIT movie “Enough”... So I’ll try my best not to jumble the events in my current state of wild excitement!
Plus the music. That damn music. The damn whipper-snappers and their hazy-eyes. I'll show them how to REALLY tie a shoe. I mean, REALLY. Can't even make a decent loop.
Some nice white shoelaces. That's what they need.
Mmmh.
It all started with my usual daily routine of passing my day by staring blankly at this box of Deus Ex (which the guards have been so MERCILESS as to throw in my cell to TORMENT me, since I have no way of actually PLAYING the game). There I sat, in a puddle of my own excrements (I never actually move from my seat while staring at said box), contemplating why, OH WHY, it’s taken so long for my rescue thus far. I mean... THIS ARTICLE IS ON PLANET DEUS EX... THE MOST FAMOUS OF ALL INTERNET SITES EVER... Someone should’ve NOTICED and broken me out of this crap-basket by now...
Well, just as I had gone without blinking for eight consecutive hours, the most unexpected of visitors paid me a... uh... visit.
Lemme tell ya, I’ve been unexpectedly visited by solid-color cartoon characters before, but this guy just FREAKED ME OUT... The guy wears a big green overcoat and a funny hat... He’s so LAID-BACK... You know what he wears beneath that zippy outfit? The man is naked!
So he was gunna break me out, and, uh, things like that, you know, generally require plans. And though I get, well, enough of said plans on a daily basis to fill my own pants, they’re all BURNING MATERIAL! GARBAGE FOR THE GARBAGE BIN! WORHTLESS! UTTERLY USELE-... Uh... I mean, how nice of you to send them, eheh, uh, I...
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Well, after the guards CONFISCATED our MASTERFULLY CREATED YODA THRONE(after marveling for a moment at why there was a greenish cartoon guy in my cell, and then realizing, oh, it’s because they’re all idiots and will stare at anything shiny, hey, look, a quarter, on the floor, OH, JESUS SHINE THE BRIGHTNESS CHRIST), which we spent TWELVE HOURS on (and used Legos fashioned entirely from one empty bottle of Preparation H), they then proceeded to play twenty seven consecutive games of “who can drink an entire gallon of chunky milk without vomiting all over themselves and their surroundings,” which really wasn’t a bright idea to begin with. What was I saying? Oh, yes. Yoda is the man.
Uh... Then we got the REAL DEAL... Blueprints of the compound, baby (obtained from that ominous old man in the vents. Seriously, who can live without an ominous old man in the vents? You guys don’t know what you’re missing)... we had our work laid out for us... Oh yeah... Just had to get a couple of MAGIC MARKERS and scribble out the GAME PLAN...
That man, that man, is the man......
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