Tuesday, July 21, 2009

The Wallowing of my Youth that has been this Summer thus Far

I was informed by my vast network of spies that an indescribable creature of evil and torment had taken residence in my absence from Plurals. I lept to my computer to find that while true, I approve of Sydney as an indescribable creature of evil and torment.

Then Sydney told me I needed to post.


More Random Facts about me:
I am far more scared of the Zombie Apocalypse than I am of any other more reasonable natural disaster.
I was more devastated by Billy Mays death than I was of Michael Jacksons.
I don't listen to music.
I voted for Admiral Ackbar in '08.
My grandpa is my hero.

Instead of telling you my own stories I will mock some stories others have created:

I was unfortunate enough to see "Night at the Museum 2". Perhaps I was too old, or perhaps whatever soul I have has been removed, but very rarely have I come across a movie that was a waste of A) time, and B) money.

Like Rob Schneider before him Ben Stiller needs to fade into the dreary oblivion that spawned him so that he can be remembered for Zoolander and nothing else.

I saw "Harry Potter and
the Half-Blood Prince", but can no longer look at Harry and Dumbldores relationship the same way after J.K. Rowling hit us with this little bomb shell.
Half the time that I
was in the theater someone was alluding to some physical improprieties on the part of Young Harry and Wizened Dumbledore. Half the time that person was me.

And for this last one, I will be assisted by Punrick who speaks entirely in puns.

I have read half of Twilight in a misguided attempt to overcome my enemy by knowing him/her/it(?).
It very quickly crosses the line between simply being not good and goes straight off the cliff into obnox
ious, no-talent, idiocy.
Instead of ranting about the stupid inadequacies of this book I will instead give you this.

Because there is nothing better than kittans in tea-cups.

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