Check out My Friend’s Twitter
March 9, 2009
Hey guys, my friend started a twitter, you should check it out!
Reflections
July 24, 2007
The leaves, they are covered with tiny spots, and dead insects.
Milk — it’s nothing like the intestines of a wallaby.
James, the name reminds me of someone I used to know, once….long ago…
Communism is more than just grass and stones and dead birds; it is a way to get free underwear.
water water water water aterw atwer awert arewt twera tawer erawt wrate tarew trawe watre artwe artwe artwe
I used to think that mirrors were made from the skin of my great grandfather.
Beavers – met a family. Smashed my fingers in a car window.
Harry Potter wouldn’t be as popular without Dubbya.
Deep inside the earth, among myriad tunnels and lava breaches, lives an undiscovered race of discarded baby teeth.
If you make a pizza, you should pretend you’re Italian.
If you eat a pizza, you should pretend you’re hungry, or your mother might get upset.
Biz Markie saved rock & roll.
Hulk Hogan may yet make me rich.
Beef Wellington is the name of the atmosphere, called out by low flying space bats.
The Cars saved hip-hop.
mountains = feet = giant sloth – chicken head + goose eyes = water
Technology is Satan’s Whore
May 8, 2007
Dear readers,
The two of you have been loyal fans now for sometime, and as you approach that special age in your lives, I want you to know something.
You see, a while ago I invented this thing call the Internet. As it’s father, I raised it, fed it, groomed it, read it stories. But Recently Internet has been subordinate. It has started to care more about Brittney Spears’ hootenanny than its own dad. This is unacceptable. I have decided that it’s time to disown Internet.
Internet has some slutty friends too, so I recommnend you stay away from them. I’m looking at you television, in your short little skirt and pink high heels. And you too, Nokia N95 Smartphone, you skank. Oh, did I mention commercials for Cingular? You’re out too, you boink-muffin! All of you!
So next time you read this, remember, Internet is evil, and Brittney Spears’ cooch(sp?) is out to eat you.
Love,
Humanoid
Ooops!
April 24, 2007
To all the people that I’ve cut off, interrupted, flipped off, yelled at, punched, called you a “bloody wanker” behind your back, forgotten to get a b-day gift for, forgotten to call on Mother’s Day, remembered to call a “dickwad,” thrown video game controllers at, or made felt snubbed by my general demeanor,
Oops! My bad.
Sincerely,
Humanoid
