Post by Deathtanz Mantisk on Feb 27, 2009 21:34:25 GMT 2
After a whole four days spent in the battlefield, two of which were downed battling the horrors of a flu, Mantisk returns to grace you with his presence. With him, he brings tales of his hard fought battles. Battles which likes of you, tiny and insignifcant few, can only dare dream of in their wildest of nights.
This week, Mantisk finally received actual bullets which he would thereafter insert into the majestic weapon of his, a rifle (the name escapes me whom speak of myself in third persona as of currently). He thereafter spewed the said bullets towards the enemies which threated the freedom of the world. Or at least the freedom of the country which I reside in. The country which you have probably never heard of, unless you watch Conan O' Brien who single-handedly MADE this country! By having a distant resemblance towards our reigning dictator.
Either way, I have proven my mettle as a man as of recently by fending off multitudes of villains who threaten the well being of the land of snow, plastic and lakes - Finland. Use of the line there is of practical dispute. The use of the terms "practical" and "dispute" is also to be questioned. Cohorance of the entire topic here is worth questioning as well.
Face of the enemy.
(Ignore the twitter garbage as shown below.)
These fiends approached the hut which I had been planted upon. As the lietuneant (spelling? nonsense!) yelled, we raised our warfare and spewed our lead towards these blasphemous revenants, quickly thwarting their diabolical schemes of overthrowing our oh-so-allegedly-peaceful nation. The holes that were inserted in their cardboard-bodies would turn out to be their undoing. In great numbers they fell. I downed a whole one of em. First lying down, then on my knee, then standing upright. Shooting a whole 12 bullets. Seven of which penetrated these scammy monstrosities. They tried to fool me by turning 90 degrees, rendering them virtually undeteactable considering the perspective given. I saw through this scheme, developing an ambitious scheme whereas I spared my bullets until the moments they revealed their frontal posture once more, thus blasting my lethal objects at them once more to spell their demise.
Victory was inevitable.
At this late hour, I sit on this throne of wool and black leather, whatnot else materials which I may or may not be conscious of, staring at yet another glass which no longer contains the delightful substance which my tongue has become accustomed to as of late. I find my ability of english language evolving with each passing moment. This, my good friends and foes, is the power of alcohol. It has many effects to the man. Some provide their forums with worthless walls of text consisting mostly of the likes of "MSSE FHDRUNK JFSADHA LOL" and "XOXOXOXOXOXOXOOX ARUTO RULKSZ". I, on the other hand, find my ego bloating into dimensions unheard of, and my use of aforementioned language known as english developing brand new levels of intelligence. Or something in the lines of such. I'm just typing without even bothering to consider any form of editing. Editing that would improve the text. The said ego has grown enough to make me think that this text has achieved perfection, and therefore does not require editing. EDITING IS FOR THE WEAK! YOU DON'T STOP BLACK-WHITE-ROUND-CARDBOARD-THINGS BY SPENDING A WHOLE 20 SECONDS GOING BACK AND FORTH REWRITING ENTIRE WORDS!
Enough about that. Enough, I said. ENOUGH. The orange-ish brown liquor has run short. I must turn my eyes towards the black liquor in the distant glass closet. Perchance it will uphold this newfound brilliance which I have discovered.
There are 56000 letters remaining as of this point, which I intend to spend. This topic will go down in history as the pillarstone of Mantisk's drunken glory. Deleted or locked, perhaps. Whatever the outcome, the chosen few that had the gall to transport their white arrows (or, depending on their preference, objects of different types!) atop the name of this topic and clicking it, will NEVER FORGET. AmIRIght? OfCourseIAm.
There are people in this room. They speak many words which escape my ears. I am trying both to type in an unstoppable, unimaginable speed and to grow various genious thoughts of roleplay to go on with some other forums which I am a part of. Where I keep on going with this thing called Delnath. Speaking of which, some of you might as well revive that thing. I recall a cave where a nasty invincible golem was chasing people. Try running. It might prove eventful. MOST EVENTFUL.
I had typed "afre" at the last last paragraph. And I just corrected that one. It would've been an unforgivable mistake not to correct such a dreadful error. Error, which is best known among the internet communities as a "typo". A meaningless lack of success in oneselves typing process.
HOLY CRAP THAT'S ONE UGLY MAN ON THE TV SCREEN RIGHT NOW! IT TALKS TOWARDS THE CAMERA, TOO! GOODNESS GRIEF!! THAT THING AIN'T GOT NO RIGHT TO BROWSE AROUND MY EYESIGHT! YIKES! DEYIKES YIKES AIAYIKES!
The amount of letters isn't quite decreasing as rapidly as I had hoped. Oh, woe is me. I do wonder wherever it was that that line originates out of? "Woe is me"? I suppose I could spend a few seconds googling that. You wish I would, wouldn't you? But my fingers are numb and moving too fast for my eyes to follow. Hilarity ensues. Trust me. Or don't. You have no actual obligation to develop any trust towards any of my activities or intentions. I have no exceptations regarding these matters, either. Fancy that.
Snaps and dang. Someone else wants to play around with the computer, and I'm making way too many of the aforementioned typos (how many times have I typed "aforementioned" now, really?!) than I'd like. I keep having to tab backspace. It's becoming quite irritating. Hopefully a few glasses and beer cans more will provide me with more anatomic functionalities. Hardy har har har.
BE RIGHT BACK. I wish.
Don't you dare delete or lock this topic, oh mods. I'm so very drunk and my fury will be that of an amount of suns you cannot even count of with your calculators. Or calculus. NO MATHEMATICS WILL PROVE SUCCESFUL TO DESCRIBE THE AMOUNT OF HEAT DEVELOPED BY MY ANGER.
Power of caps lock compels thee.
BOOM! REINCARNATION! Includes an ankh and glowy effects. Kinda like in Bible. Excluding the glowy effects and the ankh. I belive that someone shouted "BOOM!" at some point, though.
Conan O' Brien is back on and he's moving way too fast for my eyes to follow. He speaks of presidents and people are laughing somewhere. Dang. I typed "laughing" like 16 times over because it included random letter F's all over. Which were, just so you know, completely and utterfly unintentional. The man is wearing a black suit with a red and yellow tie. Very formal. Very official. Portal reference right there. You should've played that game. I played it through while in the bus that brought me home just today. Took me a whole 40 minutes or so. I consider myself somewhat quick at beating that game. One of the coolest games ever. Really. Trust me. Play it. In whatever means necessary. Or unnecessary. Or necessary. Don't buy into anything I'm writing here as of here. It's hardly making sense as of currently. Nothing makes sense as it is. World has become a void of belief. All forms of trust and truth have long since gone. All that remains factual is the fact that whenever I turn my head from one side to the other, I fail to see that which is right before me.
Which is kind of cool, by the way. I find it as the defining moment when I can announce that I am, in fact, intoxicated. I had to find a song by Ambicisdaiasicisacisaous (forgot the name of the band... it's industrial music. Stuff you hear in clubs!), which is named something about intoxicated. Forgot what. Whenever I am really REALLY drunk, I demand the attention of all those around me, and turn my head fast from one side to the other, explaining to them how I cannot see that which lay infront of me when I turn my head quickly from one side to the other. It's a magnificent, malevolent, majestic discovery. Took me a while to locate letter J. HARDY HAR HAR HAR. There's alot of adjectives that start with "M" out there. I could probably come up with a couple of more if I really bothered. But I can't be bothered. I can't be ARSED, as the british would say. The british. What a bunch of snobs. Talking with their crummy slang. BE ORIGINAL EUROPEANS OR BE NOT, THOU ARE BUT DIRTY FOOLS. My dad developed a grand theory of how the main continent exiled these ugly people to this island, that developed their own nation of disfigured people up there. Noticed how the brits are usually really ugly? That's right. Britain is the country.
If there are any british people visiting the forum frequently, I would like to provide my sincereleast apologies as of right now.
HA!
SINCERELEAST!
What a genius statement! It's like sinceremost, but not quite! NOT QUITE AT ALL, BECAUSE IT'S THE VERY POLAR OPPOSITE!
Why do they make a word that's named after a bear, anyway? I mean, it's not like a bear that's very different from other bears, is it now?
Have you watched MTV? Those retarded ads about polar bears dying? Seriously now. You want white bears? Take a couple of grizzly bears from Arizona and dye them white with asbestis or something. VOILA! POLAR BEARS! GOOD AS NEW! FRESH AS WHATEVER! AMAZING! Now stop rambling and caring about some stupid icebergs in the middle of nowhere which none of you have ever even bothered going out there to see. I see those icebergs when I look out the window. Icebergs, which I have probably six times now written here as ICEBEARDS. Ha. That's pretty grand.
Right now I have passed 50,000 mark. Oh, the glory. This calls for a break dedicated for the production of urine. The urine will travel in a curve downwards, through the use of linguistics, aerodynamics and gravity, heading down into the bowl composed of ceramic matter, entering the H20 within. I will send visual aids as of later on. BE RIGHT BACK!
AAAAND BACK! I found beer in the refridgerator. Refridgerator? What if the object is yet to be fridgerated? It still refridgerates it? Now there's a thought for you to ponder on for the rest of the lifetime. Let me assure you, some philosophist of the ancient Greece would've become famous by centering their entire career and life around the single concept of wether the fridgerator refridgerates or fridgerates objects. AND YOU HAVE NO CLUE WHATSOEVER OF HOW HARD IT IS TO TYPE "FRIDGERATOR" UNLESS YOU'VE... I don't know what you have to have done. I'm so confused. So very confused.
All right. The can has been opened. It requires cunning use of my fingers. I inserted a finger under the little grey clippy thing and raised it. A fancy sound exhaled from the can. Followed by a hiss. I bounced up on the couch, expecting a bunch of asps to jump me. But they didn't. They had probably heard of my successful campaign against the achromatic cardboard beasts. See that? I just typed ACHROMATIC on the first try. 100% correct. That's a hard word which, I bet, most of you are unaware of. Check it up. It's a cool word. Worth usage. Makes you look like a clever SOB in some conversation. Looking like a clever SOB in some conversation is worth the effort. Trust me. It's NOT just the beer talking. LOOKING LIKE A CLEVER SOB IS ALWAYS WORTH IT. YOU LOOK CLEVER, AFTER ALL. THAT HAS TO BE WORTH SOMETHING. CLEVERNESS IS APPRECIATED!
Ok, there's still like over 48 THOUSAND letters to go and I have only 3 beer cans left. And I doubt my ability of alcoholo tolerance (in the world of Everquest, the more you drink, the more your ability increases and the more booze you can tolareate increases... which reallly just means that you have to drink more to get drunk again. Nothing more.) allows me to take all three of em. There's a trip to sauna in order soon. That'll give me some 20 minutes time to clear off before I return to down these beers. And that bottle of black stuff in the glass closet. I have no clue what it is. Tastes of turkisk pebber. Storm might educate you on the situation, but he's hardly ever present. Really. The dudes like some hermit that descends fro his mountain once a 15 years to share his limited wisdom with the lot of us. HI STORM! I TALKED ABOUT YOU! NOW RETURN THE FAVOR AND ACKNOWLEDGE ME, TOO!
I really have to go drink with the army buddy of mine one day. Yes, I have only one buddy there. The rest are bullying me. Well, I have such poor memory in names that I only know the guys who share a room with me by name. At least two of em will be leaving shortly. Leaving me to hang around with one or two guys. Perhaps they will combine some rooms so I'll have more guys to hang out with soon enough. Who knows. Perhaps the big wigs know. AND THEY DON'T EVEN WEAR NO WIGS! DOUBLE NEGATIVE! OE NOES! MAYBE THEY DO?! AMBIGUOUS! AMBIGUOUSSSSSSSS!! SSSSHHH!! I'M A SSSSSSNAKE!!! SSSSRSSSSSLY!
Not.
Sauna break. Be back in a moment.
Post, you nimbwits. Insult me in exchange or something. Exchange of what? Who knows. I'll insult you back if necessary. I'm intoxicated, after all, so I can in no means really deserve a ban. Can I? Don't ban me, sirgs. This is really beyond my comprehensions. I'm so very numb in terms of understanding and whatnot as it is. OH, THE FEAR. OH, THE WOE. OH, THE HORROR OF IT ALL.
They're talking about Jonas Brothers in Conan O' Brien. Those guys are so 2006. Ewww. 2006. What a crappy year.
This picture has no relevance whatsoever to the topic. I just figured that the wall of text was looking somewhat unwelcoming. THIS IS FOR THE SAKE OF THE LOT OF YOU!! REJOICE, SAID "YOU"!
Ha, the man living up the hill returns with a whole box full of gin. This party is gaining brand new dimensions. DIMENSIONS. Grandiose. I'll hopefully return in some condition of ability of being capable of posting. OF WHATNOT ELSE.
Post, you. 13 viewers, three of which is me, and no one posts. POST. BREAK THE LINE AND DO DARE TO DO SO!
As long as you're not one of em red names and locks/delets this.
This week, Mantisk finally received actual bullets which he would thereafter insert into the majestic weapon of his, a rifle (the name escapes me whom speak of myself in third persona as of currently). He thereafter spewed the said bullets towards the enemies which threated the freedom of the world. Or at least the freedom of the country which I reside in. The country which you have probably never heard of, unless you watch Conan O' Brien who single-handedly MADE this country! By having a distant resemblance towards our reigning dictator.
Either way, I have proven my mettle as a man as of recently by fending off multitudes of villains who threaten the well being of the land of snow, plastic and lakes - Finland. Use of the line there is of practical dispute. The use of the terms "practical" and "dispute" is also to be questioned. Cohorance of the entire topic here is worth questioning as well.
Face of the enemy.
(Ignore the twitter garbage as shown below.)
These fiends approached the hut which I had been planted upon. As the lietuneant (spelling? nonsense!) yelled, we raised our warfare and spewed our lead towards these blasphemous revenants, quickly thwarting their diabolical schemes of overthrowing our oh-so-allegedly-peaceful nation. The holes that were inserted in their cardboard-bodies would turn out to be their undoing. In great numbers they fell. I downed a whole one of em. First lying down, then on my knee, then standing upright. Shooting a whole 12 bullets. Seven of which penetrated these scammy monstrosities. They tried to fool me by turning 90 degrees, rendering them virtually undeteactable considering the perspective given. I saw through this scheme, developing an ambitious scheme whereas I spared my bullets until the moments they revealed their frontal posture once more, thus blasting my lethal objects at them once more to spell their demise.
Victory was inevitable.
At this late hour, I sit on this throne of wool and black leather, whatnot else materials which I may or may not be conscious of, staring at yet another glass which no longer contains the delightful substance which my tongue has become accustomed to as of late. I find my ability of english language evolving with each passing moment. This, my good friends and foes, is the power of alcohol. It has many effects to the man. Some provide their forums with worthless walls of text consisting mostly of the likes of "MSSE FHDRUNK JFSADHA LOL" and "XOXOXOXOXOXOXOOX ARUTO RULKSZ". I, on the other hand, find my ego bloating into dimensions unheard of, and my use of aforementioned language known as english developing brand new levels of intelligence. Or something in the lines of such. I'm just typing without even bothering to consider any form of editing. Editing that would improve the text. The said ego has grown enough to make me think that this text has achieved perfection, and therefore does not require editing. EDITING IS FOR THE WEAK! YOU DON'T STOP BLACK-WHITE-ROUND-CARDBOARD-THINGS BY SPENDING A WHOLE 20 SECONDS GOING BACK AND FORTH REWRITING ENTIRE WORDS!
Enough about that. Enough, I said. ENOUGH. The orange-ish brown liquor has run short. I must turn my eyes towards the black liquor in the distant glass closet. Perchance it will uphold this newfound brilliance which I have discovered.
There are 56000 letters remaining as of this point, which I intend to spend. This topic will go down in history as the pillarstone of Mantisk's drunken glory. Deleted or locked, perhaps. Whatever the outcome, the chosen few that had the gall to transport their white arrows (or, depending on their preference, objects of different types!) atop the name of this topic and clicking it, will NEVER FORGET. AmIRIght? OfCourseIAm.
There are people in this room. They speak many words which escape my ears. I am trying both to type in an unstoppable, unimaginable speed and to grow various genious thoughts of roleplay to go on with some other forums which I am a part of. Where I keep on going with this thing called Delnath. Speaking of which, some of you might as well revive that thing. I recall a cave where a nasty invincible golem was chasing people. Try running. It might prove eventful. MOST EVENTFUL.
I had typed "afre" at the last last paragraph. And I just corrected that one. It would've been an unforgivable mistake not to correct such a dreadful error. Error, which is best known among the internet communities as a "typo". A meaningless lack of success in oneselves typing process.
HOLY CRAP THAT'S ONE UGLY MAN ON THE TV SCREEN RIGHT NOW! IT TALKS TOWARDS THE CAMERA, TOO! GOODNESS GRIEF!! THAT THING AIN'T GOT NO RIGHT TO BROWSE AROUND MY EYESIGHT! YIKES! DEYIKES YIKES AIAYIKES!
The amount of letters isn't quite decreasing as rapidly as I had hoped. Oh, woe is me. I do wonder wherever it was that that line originates out of? "Woe is me"? I suppose I could spend a few seconds googling that. You wish I would, wouldn't you? But my fingers are numb and moving too fast for my eyes to follow. Hilarity ensues. Trust me. Or don't. You have no actual obligation to develop any trust towards any of my activities or intentions. I have no exceptations regarding these matters, either. Fancy that.
Snaps and dang. Someone else wants to play around with the computer, and I'm making way too many of the aforementioned typos (how many times have I typed "aforementioned" now, really?!) than I'd like. I keep having to tab backspace. It's becoming quite irritating. Hopefully a few glasses and beer cans more will provide me with more anatomic functionalities. Hardy har har har.
BE RIGHT BACK. I wish.
Don't you dare delete or lock this topic, oh mods. I'm so very drunk and my fury will be that of an amount of suns you cannot even count of with your calculators. Or calculus. NO MATHEMATICS WILL PROVE SUCCESFUL TO DESCRIBE THE AMOUNT OF HEAT DEVELOPED BY MY ANGER.
Power of caps lock compels thee.
BOOM! REINCARNATION! Includes an ankh and glowy effects. Kinda like in Bible. Excluding the glowy effects and the ankh. I belive that someone shouted "BOOM!" at some point, though.
Conan O' Brien is back on and he's moving way too fast for my eyes to follow. He speaks of presidents and people are laughing somewhere. Dang. I typed "laughing" like 16 times over because it included random letter F's all over. Which were, just so you know, completely and utterfly unintentional. The man is wearing a black suit with a red and yellow tie. Very formal. Very official. Portal reference right there. You should've played that game. I played it through while in the bus that brought me home just today. Took me a whole 40 minutes or so. I consider myself somewhat quick at beating that game. One of the coolest games ever. Really. Trust me. Play it. In whatever means necessary. Or unnecessary. Or necessary. Don't buy into anything I'm writing here as of here. It's hardly making sense as of currently. Nothing makes sense as it is. World has become a void of belief. All forms of trust and truth have long since gone. All that remains factual is the fact that whenever I turn my head from one side to the other, I fail to see that which is right before me.
Which is kind of cool, by the way. I find it as the defining moment when I can announce that I am, in fact, intoxicated. I had to find a song by Ambicisdaiasicisacisaous (forgot the name of the band... it's industrial music. Stuff you hear in clubs!), which is named something about intoxicated. Forgot what. Whenever I am really REALLY drunk, I demand the attention of all those around me, and turn my head fast from one side to the other, explaining to them how I cannot see that which lay infront of me when I turn my head quickly from one side to the other. It's a magnificent, malevolent, majestic discovery. Took me a while to locate letter J. HARDY HAR HAR HAR. There's alot of adjectives that start with "M" out there. I could probably come up with a couple of more if I really bothered. But I can't be bothered. I can't be ARSED, as the british would say. The british. What a bunch of snobs. Talking with their crummy slang. BE ORIGINAL EUROPEANS OR BE NOT, THOU ARE BUT DIRTY FOOLS. My dad developed a grand theory of how the main continent exiled these ugly people to this island, that developed their own nation of disfigured people up there. Noticed how the brits are usually really ugly? That's right. Britain is the country.
If there are any british people visiting the forum frequently, I would like to provide my sincereleast apologies as of right now.
HA!
SINCERELEAST!
What a genius statement! It's like sinceremost, but not quite! NOT QUITE AT ALL, BECAUSE IT'S THE VERY POLAR OPPOSITE!
Why do they make a word that's named after a bear, anyway? I mean, it's not like a bear that's very different from other bears, is it now?
Have you watched MTV? Those retarded ads about polar bears dying? Seriously now. You want white bears? Take a couple of grizzly bears from Arizona and dye them white with asbestis or something. VOILA! POLAR BEARS! GOOD AS NEW! FRESH AS WHATEVER! AMAZING! Now stop rambling and caring about some stupid icebergs in the middle of nowhere which none of you have ever even bothered going out there to see. I see those icebergs when I look out the window. Icebergs, which I have probably six times now written here as ICEBEARDS. Ha. That's pretty grand.
Right now I have passed 50,000 mark. Oh, the glory. This calls for a break dedicated for the production of urine. The urine will travel in a curve downwards, through the use of linguistics, aerodynamics and gravity, heading down into the bowl composed of ceramic matter, entering the H20 within. I will send visual aids as of later on. BE RIGHT BACK!
AAAAND BACK! I found beer in the refridgerator. Refridgerator? What if the object is yet to be fridgerated? It still refridgerates it? Now there's a thought for you to ponder on for the rest of the lifetime. Let me assure you, some philosophist of the ancient Greece would've become famous by centering their entire career and life around the single concept of wether the fridgerator refridgerates or fridgerates objects. AND YOU HAVE NO CLUE WHATSOEVER OF HOW HARD IT IS TO TYPE "FRIDGERATOR" UNLESS YOU'VE... I don't know what you have to have done. I'm so confused. So very confused.
All right. The can has been opened. It requires cunning use of my fingers. I inserted a finger under the little grey clippy thing and raised it. A fancy sound exhaled from the can. Followed by a hiss. I bounced up on the couch, expecting a bunch of asps to jump me. But they didn't. They had probably heard of my successful campaign against the achromatic cardboard beasts. See that? I just typed ACHROMATIC on the first try. 100% correct. That's a hard word which, I bet, most of you are unaware of. Check it up. It's a cool word. Worth usage. Makes you look like a clever SOB in some conversation. Looking like a clever SOB in some conversation is worth the effort. Trust me. It's NOT just the beer talking. LOOKING LIKE A CLEVER SOB IS ALWAYS WORTH IT. YOU LOOK CLEVER, AFTER ALL. THAT HAS TO BE WORTH SOMETHING. CLEVERNESS IS APPRECIATED!
Ok, there's still like over 48 THOUSAND letters to go and I have only 3 beer cans left. And I doubt my ability of alcoholo tolerance (in the world of Everquest, the more you drink, the more your ability increases and the more booze you can tolareate increases... which reallly just means that you have to drink more to get drunk again. Nothing more.) allows me to take all three of em. There's a trip to sauna in order soon. That'll give me some 20 minutes time to clear off before I return to down these beers. And that bottle of black stuff in the glass closet. I have no clue what it is. Tastes of turkisk pebber. Storm might educate you on the situation, but he's hardly ever present. Really. The dudes like some hermit that descends fro his mountain once a 15 years to share his limited wisdom with the lot of us. HI STORM! I TALKED ABOUT YOU! NOW RETURN THE FAVOR AND ACKNOWLEDGE ME, TOO!
I really have to go drink with the army buddy of mine one day. Yes, I have only one buddy there. The rest are bullying me. Well, I have such poor memory in names that I only know the guys who share a room with me by name. At least two of em will be leaving shortly. Leaving me to hang around with one or two guys. Perhaps they will combine some rooms so I'll have more guys to hang out with soon enough. Who knows. Perhaps the big wigs know. AND THEY DON'T EVEN WEAR NO WIGS! DOUBLE NEGATIVE! OE NOES! MAYBE THEY DO?! AMBIGUOUS! AMBIGUOUSSSSSSSS!! SSSSHHH!! I'M A SSSSSSNAKE!!! SSSSRSSSSSLY!
Not.
Sauna break. Be back in a moment.
Post, you nimbwits. Insult me in exchange or something. Exchange of what? Who knows. I'll insult you back if necessary. I'm intoxicated, after all, so I can in no means really deserve a ban. Can I? Don't ban me, sirgs. This is really beyond my comprehensions. I'm so very numb in terms of understanding and whatnot as it is. OH, THE FEAR. OH, THE WOE. OH, THE HORROR OF IT ALL.
They're talking about Jonas Brothers in Conan O' Brien. Those guys are so 2006. Ewww. 2006. What a crappy year.
This picture has no relevance whatsoever to the topic. I just figured that the wall of text was looking somewhat unwelcoming. THIS IS FOR THE SAKE OF THE LOT OF YOU!! REJOICE, SAID "YOU"!
Ha, the man living up the hill returns with a whole box full of gin. This party is gaining brand new dimensions. DIMENSIONS. Grandiose. I'll hopefully return in some condition of ability of being capable of posting. OF WHATNOT ELSE.
Post, you. 13 viewers, three of which is me, and no one posts. POST. BREAK THE LINE AND DO DARE TO DO SO!
As long as you're not one of em red names and locks/delets this.
When I rule the world everyone will be forced to wear Burger King hats with my name inscribed on them in lazer pen!
