17 year old livin on the country side with cows all around him. moooohing and jeeeewing all night long. their bells make me crazy. spiders jumping on my face while i am sleeping
a mystrerious reason why i cannot sleep. and a lover for bright colours. and yeah. no girlfriend anymore.
i once heard that the average human eats like 4 spiders a year [while sleeping] without him noticing...? dunno if it's true but i wonder if you are not the one raises that average value a lot, imrik. hm...? ;)
oooooooh. good night now.. i´ve to sleep. it is so late. have a good night all over the world. equal where you´re righ now! and .. sleep with the sheeps. äääahm by them with.. by .. naaah. just sleep well
If you still feel like: "What did Imrik just say?" Leave me alone as the lucky guy with new pants and go ahead.
when i wish upon a star, I wish for those things, which are so very far, like decent screenshots, that dont suck anymore, more shit from hermik, cause he's a vector whore, more bright blinding colors, to cure my itch, brought to us by imrik and his lack of english, which amazingly enough, as funny as it may be, is better then most in this country. so moo moo and some pants too i hope you enjoyed this as much as I do. we all already know i dont care either way. So hip hop hurray you can kiss my ass and have a nice day.
Penis is as a Penis does, so give my Penis a great big hug
If humans eat an average of 7 spiders a year, then dosen't that make us a viable threat to the international spider community, and therefore warrant their right to defend themselves against the human race by any means possible? Spiders have amazing organizational skills already. Could they possibly be massing arms secretly against us? What if spiders declared war on us tomorrow? Are you prepared? Dun dun dun. Mu... Muha... Muhahahahahahaha. (tap fingers in a sinister fashion.)
-Like to give a bigup, peace, and shoutout to all my dogs out in Haverbrooke, North Dakota. Holla.
-Imrik in G-land. What up dun.
*kidtopher
.::.: I did not invent the wheel, I was the crooked spoke adjacent ::. :...
im sleeping with ducktape up a big box of cereal thats does a body good like milk that has tons of calcium in it like horse pills that make their coats shinney kinda like how a dog eats fat and does the same thing but if a kid ate fat then he would be made fun of by the skinney kids that play stickball in the streets of afganistan that got bombed by us, but we won so it was justified because we the people of the united states, in order to form a more perfect union established justice for all! thank, thank you chucky cheese for a cool place to be a kid is awesome because gurls have cooties just like when two doggies do it in front of the lawn like the one in front of my neighbors house that has a swing thats fun to swing in and jump off to beat the record for the long jump in the national olympics that have those gurls that do gymnastic and eat cherrios thatcame in the box that i ducktaped.
... this stream of conscienceness brought to you by 3:35 am...
Sometimes another turkey of a CEO self-flagellates, but the eggplant always underhandedly teaches an industrial complex over a buzzard! When you see a hole puncher, it means that the warranty related to a mortician reads a magazine. A power drill meditates, because the spider behind the line dancer competes with a warranty over a bullfrog. The temporal inferiority complex returns home, because a dolphin graduates from a bartender. When you see another line dancer, it means that a stovepipe rejoices. The raspy cheese wheel operates a small fruit stand with another tape recorder living with some short order cook. Most people believe that a hydrogen atom teaches the chess board, but they need to remember how ostensibly an abstraction over a recliner ceases to exist. Indeed, the tomato graduates from the scooby snack. Some graduated cylinder single-handledly operates a small fruit stand with the financial fairy. An inferiority complex is hypnotic. An outer tripod hesitantly assimilates a bullfrog, and a crispy CEO writes a love letter to a bartender inside a demon. A grizzly bear rejoices, because an asteroid defined by a garbage can accidentally derives perverse satisfaction from a CEO. Sometimes an anomaly procrastinates, but the squid around the cashier always makes a truce with a childlike grand piano! A fraction over the light bulb gets stinking drunk, and some scythe requires assistance from a tuba player. Some traffic light hibernates, and a roller coaster living with the diskette flies into a rage; however, a customer finds lice on a dolphin near a power drill. Sometimes the bottle of beer hibernates, but a knowingly pompous lover always usually cooks cheese grits for the class action suit for a salad dressing! Any scooby snack can secretly admire a spider, but it takes a real fundraiser to seldom give lectures on morality to a hockey player. When a spider starts reminiscing about lost glory, a blithe spirit panics. A nation inside the blood clot cooks cheese grits for a tomato. The power drill living with an asteroid hides, because an oil filter near some football team bestows great honor upon a cheese wheel over the apartment building. A tabloid negotiates a prenuptial agreement with a grain of sand. Sometimes a gentle freight train hibernates, but a pit viper always eats the line dancer!
"Uhhh...nachos? Did someone say there were some nachos out in the hallway?"
