Fuck the greetings, let's get it on.
I'm now typing about a female celebrity, whose intelligence is somewhat similar to a grade schooler, named "Katrina". Some tests were made on her intelligence. In that test, she was asked if Bicol is a province. She answered true. (S2pid Bicolana doesn't know the fact that Bicol's a region) I can give her a scholarship to a presigious university here but I don't want to get screwed by her. (I have enough problems with Marian Rivera already) I suggest that a notable Bicolano politican should give her a scholarship and send her to college. I DON'T WANT HER TO END UP LIKE THAT DUMBASS PUTA ALARVA (where's tha $ for my tita vynia? YOU CAN'T WIN THOSE ESTAFA CASE$. Foe tha love of tha money...)
I need targets for my blogfamilia. I can occassionally throw my 75 centavos worth of opinion (2 cents American is worth around 0.80 Philippine Peso and slowly declinin') on issues related to Britney Spears, Lindsay Lohan (if possible, she woulda been my sexm8), and their ilk but leave it to TMZ, Perez Hilton, and their kind. I'm not even talking about my work in Wikipedia. (I'm not going to pissingly vandalize those articles that contain shit that I hate, because my chances of being a wiki admin or sysop by december will fizzle out.) HSM will fizzle out and I'll have to make my parting shots hit big. I'm a year and ten days older but that slut is getting on mah nerves. Her dad's a dope country singer and full of shit like his daughter. Trouble is, his not as full of shit as his daughter. She's more fulloshit thank a ton of elephant shit. And you know why this is on Blogger. Nobody givesashit. Her music sux dick and i never wanked to that hooker who has a show about her and her "other identity". And guess what? I got Tip Drill. You can fool all of us some of the time, buy you can't foll all of us all of the shit ass time.
Today's January 22, 2008. Thirteen thousand, one hundred and seventy one days since the original 420. Eightyeight days before this year's 420. 420, Louis! And you have heard about the lil' shit fight that happened in the plaza (San Pablo City plaza). ROcksteddy concert, some drunk had a good fistfight and the cop stoped the fuckup. Teddy handled it well and I'm damn proud of itt. Am I the last one to tell the good news? I'm alread already sick and tired of it.
I'll get some mo cheese. And type mo shit right here! Mah Blogger line is back!
Tuesday, January 22, 2008
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