I mean, we used to have a tradition of rolling boiled eggs downhill on Soul Cake Tuesday, but --

Since you're offline for the moment, thought I might try sending masses of text to you and fill up your icq thingy on their server and then get you booted off and maybe even killed if I can really piss them off. hehehe

Thats my plan.

Hmmm, this is going to be harder than I thought. I'm going to have to really think to try and fill up one of this text boxes until it doesn't let me fill it any more. And I'm going to have to think harder again, because I'm going to have to do this over and over, and over and over... n'ah, thats boring. I've got to be more crafty. Crafty, yes, very crafty indeed. Actually, I heard this weird story about craft one day.

Ok, its me again, just incase you didn't know. Well, back to my story of the craft saga.  Hang on, that reminds me, how did the guys at sega come up with that name. I bet they were going thru the dictionary and they came across the word saga,  but miss read it, ya know, like a play of words type thing, but completely different, becuase then it wouldn't be a secret.  Well, they came across this word saga and said, gee..

Anyway, they said, hmm, thats very different indeed. What happens if we changed the word saga to sega, do you think people will work out whats going on.  One of the big in charge guys, probably japenese, because you know, those guys in those days that invented all that type of stuff were japanese. But isn't it weird why they would be japanese. Whats wrong with the egyptian people of the planet.

heheh, what was I talking about. I hate it when you can't remember what you were talking about. This happens especially when I talk to people. God, it can be so annoying sometimes, like the time I was down at Kmart and I saw this jumper I quite fancied, well, I was debating whether or not to get this jumper so I asked this young girl that was walking by and god, was she a thing of beauty or what.  Can't remember what...

Can't remember what she was wearing, but she had these shoes that were really bright.  Why would she have bright shoes on you ask. Don't ask me, but I think she worked in a circus, because at around that time the moscow circus was in town and besides, she had this monkey on her shoulder doing back flips.  But ya know what. I remember what the monkey was wearing. Isn't that funny, sometimes you just remember the...

Box of salami. How funny a named meat is that. Salami.  You have to think about the guy that invented that. I bet he had a pet chicken named sala and his wife was named Mi. You've got to think about if he married someone else name like Barbie for instance. What a name you would get then. But instead of having a chicken named Sala, he had a pet rat called Edmund.  We would then have this crazy meat...

Crazy meat called slavanikin nurbal chanksie.   And we wouldn't want a name like that would we when we have something like Salami. I suppose you are getting pretty bored around now, heheh, that means my plan is working.  Not all my plans go to plan though, thats the bummer of the whole plan thing isn't it. Like the time I had this plan eat all the icecream in the fridge, but eat it in a way in which no one would notice...

I forget and I can't be bothered going back to have a look. So you'll have to put up with the stuff that I do won't you. And don't come complaining to me that you don't understand, or don't come icqing me, because by then, the icq people would have realised whats been happening with all these messages been sent to you. But theres a trick behind the whole thing.  They don't know its coming from me.

Getting back to my master of evilness plan of the century. Hmm, having trouble remember, was salami involved. I think it was, not sure, oh, thats it. After I escape from the time capsule, I  went round to melanies house. Did I mention who she is, she's my bizarre intervention girl who makes sure that there are no headless ardvarks around when I'm stripping.  Well, anyway, after the russians find out who Sam is I'm home free.

Mentioning the word ten reminds me of something. I remember turning ten. I'm sure you do too. But mine was quite different from everyone else's tenth birthday.  I invited the coolest guy in school and he came round and all of my mates said to him "Are you the coolest guy in school?"  just wondering what he thought about the issue.  After a few minutes of silence we then made him eat a can of snitzel.

Just like the number 10, the number 11 has an intruiging story.  Don't you reckon that the number 11 should have the same scary feeling about it like number 13.  I reckon it should. Think about it, legs eleven, legs eleven. The more you say it, the more and more scary it becomes.  Not many numbers are scary like 13, and I reckon that number 11 should be grouped in that way. Think about it. 11 days in a martian week. Wooo!

How many times do you reckon it takes for a completely shaved armpit to fully... what am I talking about. Armpits can't do that. Silly me.  Sorry for confusing you like.  Gee, don't you hate it when someone just rambles on and on like that and makes no sense whatsoever.  It can really get on your nevers, especially when the lord munchkin of lopalooza decides to eat ravioli for breakfast with a pair of french tongs. Pwang!

Anyway, better get back to the plot. I think I or someone else nearby has completely lost their marbles. Marbles, yes.. marbles. I remember when I first got my first lot of marbles.  What round objects these were too. Much rounder than the thing between my legs... What am I saying, there has got to be a better version of tobasco sauce out there somewhere, and if I find it, those marbles are going to get it big time!!!!!!

How many pieces of meat are there out there. Its unbelieveable isn't it, there has to be literally hundreds of millions of pieces of meat.  But remember, this meat isn't like ordinary meat, its special meat. Yes, special meat, very special indeed, so special infact that this meat is sometimes hard to get your hand on, or even tounge for that matter. Because remember, this meat also goes by the name of something else, a breast.

If I haven't crashed their server yet, bugger it, I'm giving up, but remember, there's a little something in that for all of us don't you think boys and girls. I definetly think so, and the harder you think about it, the more real it gets for people like you and me, and people like Bob out there. He's working his goddam butt of for people like you and me, just so we can have the pull ring on a can of spam. We should give thanks!

You know how I said that would be it, well, you were right, this is just a message to confirm the actions of the last box of stuff that I wrote.

Bye!! heheheh  The schooner burgers are better at hungry jacks!

hahahhaha

thats so funny....

Vice President Michael voices the fact that last evening's charade was a perfect example of what happens when the two market learders in correction fluid are brought together to form a super recipe. Stock goes down, as does the support of the local peasants.

Chairman Tim, at the head of the whole affair, smiles coyly at his latest attempt at chaos, only to realise that he has forgotten where he has placed his Mr Men boxer shorts.

K, go ahead on your brainbusting work.

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The night of salim.