Fool with my tool,
If you went to school,
Then you are cool,
Hope you don't drool,
Sit on a stool
And drink a Red Bull
Good Stuff
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
Monday, February 9, 2009
Pornography
HUUHHU
I will now show you porn on this blog
but before you look at it
i must tell you
watching porn is not good
can lead to alot of bad things
like raping, erecting when not wanting to
Looking at girls like they are objects not human beings
Now...if you still dont care
look at this great porno
Marvin Pantsless
2 Flies going at it hard
WOWOWOWOOWOW
So hardcore porn
I will now show you porn on this blog
but before you look at it
i must tell you
watching porn is not good
can lead to alot of bad things
like raping, erecting when not wanting to
Looking at girls like they are objects not human beings
Now...if you still dont care
look at this great porno
Marvin Pantsless
2 Flies going at it hard
WOWOWOWOOWOW
So hardcore porn
Thursday, January 29, 2009
~Something In Perth~
Saturday, January 24, 2009
0425225622
Lg U990
Thats my new phone. Signed up with 3 network
Dammit its a nice phone. Touch screen and shit.
WAHAHAHAHHA
<3 it
Thats my number btw.
gimme a call or sms~
Thats my new phone. Signed up with 3 network
Dammit its a nice phone. Touch screen and shit.
WAHAHAHAHHA
<3 it
Thats my number btw.
gimme a call or sms~
Thursday, January 22, 2009
An Original Line~I hope
At the pharmacist
You see a hot chick working there
You go up and say
Flirter : Hey (holds heart) i've got a heartache and i wonder if you can help me?
HOT CHICK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!: Sure. What can i do for you?
Flirter : The doctor gave me this prescription, could you get it for me?
HOT CHICK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!: Ok, just tell me what it is.
Flirter : Your number.
FOOYOH!~~~
CIBAI HOT CHICK WORK AT PHARMACIST GIMME IDEA!
You see a hot chick working there
You go up and say
Flirter : Hey (holds heart) i've got a heartache and i wonder if you can help me?
HOT CHICK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!: Sure. What can i do for you?
Flirter : The doctor gave me this prescription, could you get it for me?
HOT CHICK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!: Ok, just tell me what it is.
Flirter : Your number.
FOOYOH!~~~
CIBAI HOT CHICK WORK AT PHARMACIST GIMME IDEA!
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
Landed
Baru Landed in Perth and i baru update my blog
Dedicated wor me =)
Staying at my cousins house until i get a school and another place to stay~
Internet here's pretty good.
SO.........going out to see Perth city.
Everythings probably closed
Sigh~
Dedicated wor me =)
Staying at my cousins house until i get a school and another place to stay~
Internet here's pretty good.
SO.........going out to see Perth city.
Everythings probably closed
Sigh~
Saturday, December 20, 2008
Xmas poem
The Night Before Christmas
by Rob
'Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
Except for my son Billy's pet mouse named Chris.
I'm not really sure where I'm going with this.
Anyway, my wife in her kerchief and I in my cap,
Were asleep after a long day of Christmassy crap.
When then, from the chimney, there arose quite a clamour,
"There's someone in the house" my frightened wife stammered.
I reached for the bedside, grabbed my handgun and said,
"This trespasser's getting an ass full of lead"
I crept down the stairway, and slid down the hall,
And, handgun in hand, I peered 'round the wall.
The burglar wore red, and stood fat and stout,
With a large burlap sack, to hold jewelry no doubt.
Who this guy was, I just couldn't place,
For a bushy white beard covered most of his face.
Now, I'm not a bad person, I think you'd agree,
But you just don't break into a man's house, you see.
"Hey you" I said, as he spun 'round with a twitch,
"Merry Christmas, you son of a bitch!"
I fired a shot as he dove to the floor.
Through a flurry of tinsel, I fired twice more.
"Please stop!" he yelled loudly, "You don't understand"
"Stay away from my family, you disgusting old man"
With his finger on his nose, he lept with a burst,
And dashed for the fireplace, but I got there first.
I pushed the muzzle into his beard white as snow,
When suddenly a small voice behind me cried "No!"
I turned 'round and saw it was Billy, my son.
With his pet mouse in hand, he said "Put down the gun.
What are you doing? Don't you know who that is?
Couldn't you tell by that red hat of his?
That's Santa Claus, dad. It's jolly Saint Nick.
Now put down the gun. Come on, don't be a dick."
Billy was right, this old man meant no harm.
I holstered my gun, as he outstretched his arm.
In a flash he took the gun right out of its holder,
And fired a shot into my left shoulder.
"Goddamnit!" I cried as I fell to the floor,
While the burglar made haste toward the jewelry drawer.
"I feel kind of bad" he said, filling his sack,
"But you believe in Santa, so cut me some slack.
Maybe next time someone breaks into your house,
You won't listen to some six year old kid with a mouse."
Then he yelled, as he ran off with my bigscreen TV,
"Merry Christmas to all. Well, maybe to me!"
Written and Illustrated by Rob DenBleyker
by Rob
'Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
Except for my son Billy's pet mouse named Chris.
I'm not really sure where I'm going with this.
Anyway, my wife in her kerchief and I in my cap,
Were asleep after a long day of Christmassy crap.
When then, from the chimney, there arose quite a clamour,
"There's someone in the house" my frightened wife stammered.
I reached for the bedside, grabbed my handgun and said,
"This trespasser's getting an ass full of lead"
I crept down the stairway, and slid down the hall,
And, handgun in hand, I peered 'round the wall.
The burglar wore red, and stood fat and stout,
With a large burlap sack, to hold jewelry no doubt.
Who this guy was, I just couldn't place,
For a bushy white beard covered most of his face.
Now, I'm not a bad person, I think you'd agree,
But you just don't break into a man's house, you see.
"Hey you" I said, as he spun 'round with a twitch,
"Merry Christmas, you son of a bitch!"
I fired a shot as he dove to the floor.
Through a flurry of tinsel, I fired twice more.
"Please stop!" he yelled loudly, "You don't understand"
"Stay away from my family, you disgusting old man"
With his finger on his nose, he lept with a burst,
And dashed for the fireplace, but I got there first.
I pushed the muzzle into his beard white as snow,
When suddenly a small voice behind me cried "No!"
I turned 'round and saw it was Billy, my son.
With his pet mouse in hand, he said "Put down the gun.
What are you doing? Don't you know who that is?
Couldn't you tell by that red hat of his?
That's Santa Claus, dad. It's jolly Saint Nick.
Now put down the gun. Come on, don't be a dick."
Billy was right, this old man meant no harm.
I holstered my gun, as he outstretched his arm.
In a flash he took the gun right out of its holder,
And fired a shot into my left shoulder.
"Goddamnit!" I cried as I fell to the floor,
While the burglar made haste toward the jewelry drawer.
"I feel kind of bad" he said, filling his sack,
"But you believe in Santa, so cut me some slack.
Maybe next time someone breaks into your house,
You won't listen to some six year old kid with a mouse."
Then he yelled, as he ran off with my bigscreen TV,
"Merry Christmas to all. Well, maybe to me!"
Written and Illustrated by Rob DenBleyker
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