we know you’ve been waiting a long time, craig.
I am happy to enclose THE FIRST SCREENSHOT of what we’ve been working on for
many many months. I took it with my camera phone and smuggled it out of
wefail los angeles while no one was looking.
NOTES:
1) as you can see martin fucked up on your hair. we will try and fix that in
march.
2) I know my suit is waaay rad. we are looking into a way to give you a suit
like mine. THE TRICKY part is that we somehow want to keep me in the suit
too. we’re working on this. it may require a new version of flash.
3) we may not be able to include martin until a new generation of computer
hardware is available to accomadate his giant bald stupid white english
head. we are also taking into account that he will also want a suit like
mine and that’s going to require a lot of cpu horsepower and quite possibly
ANOTHER new version of flash.
4) I don’t think either of us is muscular enough.
I took the dead deer
and hollowed it out
all the guts and insides I just put them in the bathtub
for now
I walked around town in my new costume
it never rains here
and I didn’t want people to see I was crying
adults don’t even notice
they’re too caught up in whatever else
most kids are terrified
but retarded kids think it’s awesome
I’ve gotten used to it
I dare say I even affect an appropriate gait
but I’m afraid it’s turning sour
even so it doesn’t stink half as much
as being in love with you
why is my throat closing up?
I feel illness on my doorstep
rap a pap rapping.
maybe I should ask the stupid coughing idiot
that lives in my house.
I’m late, I know, but recently I’ve been playing a little Modern Warfare 2 online. It’s fine, I enjoy it, until I join a game and even before it’s begun…I can hear the MIC MENTAL talking to himself, loudly. The Mic Mental always has a bad connection, so you can make out the odd word, but never a full sentence….put that together with the fact that NO ONE ever talks back to the Mic Mental and you’re in for a very miserable time.
A one way conversation for the complete and utter twat on the the end of the microphone would go as follows
“…..WOULD…….HNNNGG…..JAMIROQUAI…..COLD WITHOUT MY JACKET…..BENDING DOWN…OH…..HNNNNNGGGGG……NOT SEEN JANET JACKSON…..HAVE…….. AND FRUIT”
And on and on it would go, to no one. Just a constant, loud, stream of gibberish. I often wonder if online gaming is grooming socially inept retards that expect to carry out their one way conversations in the real world. I know full well what the answer is. Yes.
In England, we call it NETBALL, and we wear coloured jerkins to differentiate players. If one team scores they have to BOW to the other team to show how gallant they are. There’s also supposed to be a QUARTET play by the side of the court to keep the viewers entertained, who must all wear white from head to toe. The game lasts from dinner to high tea, and on completion, both teams come together for cakes, sandwiches and pots of earl grey.
If you ever find yourself in England, I would suggest that you take in a netball game. But you mustn’t talk loudly, it’s considered very bad form.
High Tea at Netball