The earth is not flat.
If you disagree then you’re
A fucking moron
I’ve almost finished
Packing up my life but I
Think I’ve lost my mind
You’d be hard pushed to find a shitter band than Insane Clown Posse. Their particular brand of offensive sub-par misogynistic rap-core seems to attract retarded fans by the score, who dress up as clowns and assert that “nobody understands them”.
“Jugglos”, they call themselves. Well, we do actually understand you. I know it seems weird, but we understand really well, you see, we just think you’re all massive twats.
Anyway, today I was feeling a little creative, so I took an ICP song (well, I say “song”, I don’t really know what it should be called), “Miracles”, and transformed it from a crappy rap-core song into a traditional folk dirge. I tried to make it moving and epic, but as I was pushed for time it’s a little rough around the edges. Still, the people who’ve heard it seem to think it’s good, and have suggested I make some more.
What do you guys think?
If you’re anything like me, you’re probably sat at home right now, on your own, loathing yourself with every fibre of your being. To help make the night easier, here is a picture of Mike Haggar piledriving a shark:
Fusion Gone Wrong: http://youtu.be/AAj4_1PLLL0
Neighbourhood kids: “My brother’s only got 10 days to live and he DOESN’T want to listen to you singing!”
Me: “Well he’s shit out of luck then, isn’t he?”
Look, I can pronounce
“Arkansas”. Why can’t you guys
I made this a while back after reading an amusing product review on Amazon for some expensive audio cables. Not much more to say really. Turn the lights down.
“So, Karl, what OS do you run, Windows or Mac?”
“I run Linux”
“Oh yeah I thought you might be a Line-ux sort of guy”
“Well I like the freedom which Linux gives me.”
“I’ve not really thought about trying Line-ux, what’s it like?”
“I want you to die.”
So last night I had a bizarre dream in which I scrawled a grafitto in the form of a poem on the wall in a dressing room of a theatre. In my dream I found the poem hilarious. In real life… well I guess it’s still kind of funny, although I have no idea what it means. Here is that poem:
White girls can party;
Fat girls can roll.
White girls can 27;
Fat girls can porn.
NB: I have no idea what “27” means in this context. Nor have I ever used the word “porn” as a verb (transitive or intransitive).