Umm..... Hey, everyone. Happy Christmas, yavos. Or, if Shane is watching, yule festivus, spanky. Drunken stream of conscoineneness to follow, ass-way.
Me thinks there is a blankus in the batface universe that itches for healing. And, yesit may be because I am several sheets to the children at the presence, ass-college. But that doesn't matter as much as one would hope. I should thinkus. Or somethingish.
Simply put: doth go the poker. And by that I mean, wow, let's poker, you farging assholes. We've been at this for several years now, and none of you douche-cranks have done much more than this (or this) ((or this)). Seriously. What the children? Are we really that bad? Is fucking Dan going to call us out yet again? Gall damn you, batfaces! Lest us be without face???
Dan declared 2006 "the year of getting there," which it certainly was, God bless it. But for a number of reasoms, and not the least of which being fucking Celeste surviving yet another year being deemed a "good player," I declare 2007, you corn-fucking, motherchildren, the "year of the BAT-fucking-FACE, " mother-scratchers. (by the way, hammered) (( also, I'm really fucking HAMMERED)),
Fuck-ING 2000 ought Seven. It's a new assing year. God damn you all, ass-college.We are better than most. We are cooler than all. And for the love of children, we suck at softball. go batfaces!
And, just made four-of-a-kind. Dickheads.
Charity for likey. tighty. LIKEY.