Fuck this shit.
Rocks fall, everybody dies.
I'm out. Current Mood: OKAY! I'M GOING TO LEAVE NOW.
ish. okay i think i forgot about this place..... wow.
Now i make it live for a little longer!
Shall we declare the death of this comm?
I don't see why not. Current Mood: curious
WOOOOOOOOOO, this place is fairly dead so I'm updating a completely pointless update telling you to worship Vampire Llamas..... >< WORSHIP THEM! O_o Current Mood: crazy
Grar! Here's a discussion topic for you, gramma!
Okay... so if monkeys are in the Typewriterland, then why on earth is the spleen out in the middle of triffic? I mean, Margaret Spellings in orange jailsuit dragg and all, and the fast re-re-re-fried (yuck that's strange color mould that's broken) potatochip salad-crichy ALIENs, sure, but the dead, greay-barked, hoping hup and doon tuna fish? ANd the rocket Laucher? (I aimed it at barbie with two E
's and her barbie-queue banged itself into millions of slimy jolts, but that didn't help, since it was sickeningly batterised anyway.) AND THE FRICKIN" RECORD PLAYER?
I mean, man, it just ain't trippin' the homies, yo!
-PTG Current Mood: quixotic
Ain't much trippin'...
Not much goin on here... We must start a discussion. Who's with me, aye or nay!
(Hint: Frickin' aye!)
-PTG Current Mood: right. Go talk now.
THE LLAMAS THE LLAMAS!
This community might frighten people. So make sure you mention that they're fuzzy. Because then people will say YAY and flock to the community, and then the llamas will have no shortage of munchies.
As to the picture... Maybe it's just me. One finds strange things on the internet, but sometimes it takes even stranger people to find them.
(thinks about it.)
(raises both hands.)
-PTG Current Mood: rejuvenated
Okay vampire llamas, why don't ask. Just accept it. Join the chaos, join the crazy people. Join the world!!!