80th post!

Yeah its not that great.

Stupid rabbits.

Its all a government conspiracy, the "clucking" rabbits you see on tv that is. They are actually soldiers of the rapulibunny nation. The rapublibunny nation dwells underground in our own backyards. They are an advanced race of rabbits who have come to understand our ways and dont like us. Our government has been fighting them since the 1800s, secretely of course. Recently some of the footsoldiers had been captured and the government decided to show them off. The "clucking" you hear is actually a plea for help.

In clonclusion, I hate those friggen rabbits.

The sad passing of common sense

Today we mourn the passing of a beloved old friend, Common Sense, who has been with us for many years. No one knows for sure how old he was since his birth records were long ago lost in bureaucratic red tape. He will be remembered as having cultivated such valuable lessons as knowing when to come in out of the rain, why the early bird gets the worm, life isn't always fair, and maybe it was my fault. Common Sense lived by simple, sound financial policies (don't spend more than you earn) and reliable parenting strategies (adults, not children, are in charge). His health began to deteriorate rapidly when well intentioned but overbearing regulations were set in place. Reports of a six-year-old boy charged with sexual harassment for kissing A classmate; teens suspended from school for using mouthwash after lunch; and a teacher fired for reprimanding an unruly student, only worsened his condition. Common Sense lost ground when parents attacked teachers for doing the job they failed to do in disciplining their unruly children It declined even further when schools were required to get parental consent to administer Panadol, sun lotion or a sticky plaster to a student; but, could not inform the parents when a student became pregnant and wanted to have an abortion. Common Sense lost the will to live as the Ten Commandments became contraband; churches became businesses; and criminals received better treatment than their victims. Common Sense took a beating when you couldn't defend yourself from a burglar in your own home and the burglar can sue you for assault. Common Sense finally gave up the will to live, after a woman failed to realise that a steaming cup of coffee was hot. She spilled a little in her lap, and was promptly awarded a huge settlement. Common Sense was preceded in death by his parents, Truth and Trust; his wife, Discretion; his daughter, Responsibility; and his son, Reason. He is survived by three stepbrothers; I Know My Rights, Someone Else is to Blame, and I'm A Victim. Not many attended his funeral because so few realised he was gone. If you still remember him pass this on. If not join the majority and do nothing.

My will be a dead man

Project 86 has a new video coming out so in honor I'm posting the songs lyrics! (shut up I know its cheap but I dont have a lot of time)

My will be a dead man - Project 86


High noon cometh, not a moment too soon
There's gonna be a firefight tonight
A reckoning to confront the residents of this tomb
A gunpowder party and it feels just right
There comes a time
There comes a day
There comes an hour when...

In every man's life
In every man's life
When he must...
Brandish his steel
Mount up his steed

In every man's life
In every man's life
My will be a dead man

Hushed

All is quiet in the dusty alleyways
Few men dare to penetrate this land
And live to tell this terrible tale
My trusty six shot, my own right hand

There comes a day
There comes a time
There comes an hour when...

I'm not talking 'bout killing a man
I'm not referring to dirt, this land
There's no showdown here besides the one
That's erupting inside my head
My will be a dead man

and you ask for a post?

Was... was that sun? thats crazy-go-nuts dog. Speaking of dogs, I'm dogsitting for a week. Its cool, nice dog. Its well trained, so not real hard. Dads off on like a training thingamajig this week so its just me and mom. My spring break sucked though, like, badly. I'm running out of random thoughts to type.