Spiderman 2. Brilliant.
Bought 2 Lord of the Rings poster. Perfect Beauty.
The team of writers at 8 Days. They keep getting better.
Saddam on trial. Hear what he has to say.
The Da Vinci Code. Still brilliant. Perfect mind.
This blog. Dung.
**peace**
Warning: The following material is extremely explicit and offensive in nature. But read it anyway.
Garlic. The garlic restaurant calls it the lily bulbs. I prefer to call it smells-like-shit. I mean seriously, like why. Why would anyone even attempt at tasting that thing? You know there's this syndrome known to doctors for centuries but nobody ever admits it? I've heard it's called the see-a-garlic-and-have-afit. Such a complex name. Let me explain what it means. Basically, in very general and non-complex terms, it means that when you see a garlic, you have a fit. Phew! Medical stuff's really tough don't you think?
Studies are also going on about how garlic ought to be considered as the world's most lethal foodstuff. Modern day scientists believe that everyone, including garlic lovers, have certain limits as to how much becomes too much. They are devicing new methods of punishments for criminals that include (A) Soaking the guilty into a tub full of mashed garlic and leave him there for ten days. They believe the smell would've knocked him/her out by the 5th hour. The pain and suffering of waking up and losing conciousness in a tub of mashed garlic is un-word-able. [ie. cannot be described in words.]
Take my word of advice. Never get too close to a garlic, because they reek of B.O.. And that people, is the killer.
The Da Vinci Code. Brilliant. Like totally.
Ok. I understand that some girls are pretty. And hey, I've got nothing against them. I appreciate beauty like any other hot blooded male that's standing next to me. She can be all pretty standing there not sweating, unlike me who's pouring. But then again, like duh. She's not supposed to sweat. Pretty girls perspire. People like me, sweat. But, that really isn't the point that I'm trying to make. What I really want to say is, there are a spieces of the female population out there who looks pretty and have no brains! I swear that I'm not making this up! And you know what we call them? We call them bimbos.
When a bimbo talks:
Like today, I saw this really pretty girl? She was like, standing at the back of the bus looking pretty and all? And the bus was like, super packed? Well, I like boarded the bus, and started to move to the back? People were pushing me from the back. Like, what's their problem? Then the bus door couldn't move and there was like, a lot of space at the back? Well this pretty girl I saw? She was like, totally oblivious to the stares? Like, everyone was looking at her but she doesn't realise? She's like totally standing there to be pretty? Like I totally can't stand it? That's like so bimbotic?
See what I mean? They even have their own language that gets on our nerves. Like totally?
