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If you were bagy, id be bady too [06 Jun 2005|09:15pm]
[ mood | bagy ]

i was a vampire once but then i converted to bagy-ism after i went to south america. u know they have diseases there. bad ones with fish and chips and omg omg omg! i sooo thought i had one for ten minutes but then i realized that this thing called an asparagi saved my life by runnning away with me into the forest and teaching me the ways of bagy-ism.

bagy strikes again! (with avengence!!!)

im sorry about ur kitty. i loves kitties oh so much... :(...

bagy!!!............ snurckle
oh ill leave my mark... raarre.... teehee

omg, u know what... yea... i bet you already know so im not gonna say anything... or it could be a surprise for tuesday!!!! tehehee

bagy!!! (its a popular religion in south america u know) strikes again!!!!

i beat hep C!!! u should too, its really starting to mess with your face. poor face.... ::mourns face:: ahh!! ahh!! my veil! its on fire! bad candle! dont make me have to mourn you too!

bagy! strikes again!

i wish i wish i was a fish so i could swim away from here, and into you!!!! mwahahaha... look out for buses............. BOO! you werent looking!


2 grunted at ~*~ legs

Gurrawrggle... (its a hybreed) [06 Jun 2005|08:14pm]
[ mood | drunk ]

nakedness!!!!! but it's ok i edited out my nipple! And i added some grass too. It's time for another round of marfa. I`was wet today and we are ALL squirells. Then we went a huntin for dos fish net stalkin two timin son of a bizzo lesbian chasin tissue burnin malaca leekalacaluuka... omg, its the six flags again.................................................................................................ok done. woot! America the beautiful. That dang woman, she gun' get me shot.....Legs! yes those legs... legs of steel... steel bullets that is! what a bizzo.


bum bum ba bum!bum bum ba buuummm!!!! [03 Jun 2005|01:06am]
[ mood | fleeting ]

Hey now, dont look at me like that. with those sad sad eyes... those eyes... that call out to me.. in a voice that sounds so familiar... and i dont know what it is about it, but it calls to me... and tells me what to do, and how it will make me feel better, make ME a better person.... that voice... its so soothing and yet so real... its all i hear, all the time, every day... every hour, every minute... and i just cant deny it any more... im going to go insane, im gonna go crazy! again and again this voice, this sickeningly sweet voice! what can i do?! what should i do?!! should i listen to this voice?! this voice that i dont understand, that i dont know, that i dont trust, but it tells me what is right, what is true... what is real and good for me..................... i think i will... ill listen to the voice... i will trust it as much as i feel like i shouldnt... this voice... do you hear me voice?! ill listen to you!!! and ill pick up the phone... and ill spend 15 minutes to save 15 percent or more on car insurance.


[02 Jun 2005|09:48pm]
[ mood | bling envy ]

Traction! Tack-tion! Tach-schun! Trak-shun!------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------->Winabego!

A lot of deep thought went into that one. I think it deserves merit. A gold medal perhaps. One i could wear around my neck and holler, at grotesquely high volumes, "check out my bling babay! It's off da chain!!" And as I stride throughout the land people i barely know would confront me, cordially slap my palm and say "word dawg, where u get hooked up wit dat? It's tight. Chek ya later." I would of course reply with the ever so polite "I got it from ur momma! OOOOOOOOOOO....u got sparaaayyyed!"


[01 Jun 2005|11:14pm]
quick! look up!

what do you see???

the ceiling. duh you silly goose
2 grunted at ~*~ legs

limmericks...i think [31 May 2005|12:11pm]
~The Busted Brit’~

A fish stick fell upon the floor
As a soldier entered through the door
He stepped and slipped
And broke his hip
Maybe that’s how we won the war


Bob pondered over warm pie
but as his thoughts grew older
his dessert grew colder
So another piece he did buy
19 grunted at ~*~ legs

random! [29 May 2005|01:07am]
[ mood | multiple personalties ]

Ur gay! i saw a fisch once....and ur mom's hot....he had a wtermelon that was shaped funny in the m,iddle. His name was J....or atleast that's what we called him. Duct tape!
We ate so much Marfa! I had a truck load of marfa once and there was a cop behind me and i was like "oh s**t, oh s**t, oh s**t, oh s**t, oh s**t, oh s**t, oh s**t, oh s**t, oh s**t, oh s**t, oh s**t, oh s**t, oh s**t, oh s**t, oh s**t, oh s**t, oh s**t, oh s**t" then i turned into a parking garage and was like "pwhew, that was close" then they arrested me!



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