My fan is a handicap. It can't blow air straight, and its had a giannnnt dead spot in the middle, where there is completly noooo air! And to make it worse, you have to use like friggin trigonometry to postion the damn thing correctly to get some decent air blowing on you. After going to Endsession.com, I can't help but want to take this thing to the field, play "Die mother***kers! Die mother***kers!" and beat the electromagnatic shit out of it. When I'm done with it, my aluminium bat will be magnatically charged...yes im elite. Atleast I know one person is proud of that sentence...and that is Durywn. Thanks D.
The picture today is an ad I saw on the Tribute magazine. I saw it that day we went to see Madagascar, which was a long while ago, but I just got my scanner back from that bastard Drew yesterday. I think its nice, it was to do with some deodorant called "Ban", but I cut that out.
Oh im hunry... I will go see if there are eggs, going to try this recipe for Orange Julep. The last time I had that was years ago at the Giant Orange in Montreal. Also the last time I cooked for myself was in grade 9. Weee here I go.
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