Weedgeta says "I’m the prince of all six Saiyans…. I’m the prince of six. That would be the coolest name for a band or something. ‘Check out the newest album from Prince of Six. The bass is AMAZING’ …. Yeah, that would be awesome."
For some inexplicable reason, Google Chrome is refusing to let me go on any websites other than the obscure ones I never visit anyway. So I decided to report the issue as follows:
”Unfortunately it would appear that a large portion of the internet has been taken out and replaced by evil copies, kind of like in that Body-Snatcher film. Thankfully Chrome was able to prevent those alien-possessed websites from stealing any information I might have on my laptop. God knows I wouldn’t want to lose my nude photos of Martha Stewart. Now THAT would be evil.
Anyhow, I’m hoping that you’ll do your best in stopping the aliens from taking over and stealing our porn.
ps: It’s just an SSL Error, but I figured you could use a bit of entertainment.”
So when some awesome friends of mine kidnapped let me join them in watching Maleficent in the theater, I thought I’d smuggle in something to share (admit it, you do it all the time). I figured a large bag of gummy worms wouldn’t draw too much attention from the staff (who probably didn’t care anyway) if I wore my pants with the side pockets. We get to the theater and I say “One sec, I need to hide this in my smuggling pants like Han Solo”, to which one of them replied, “I’m not eating anything from your pants.” So yeah, we went to see the movie about horny-headed Angelina Jolie while eating the Han Solo out of my pants.
I heard a loud bang at 1:00 am and a car speeding off. I took a little peek to make sure no one was shotgunned in the street, only to find the neighbors’ front lawn on fire. I think it was a few dipshit kids shooting roman candles into peoples’ yards. So I stampeded into the kitchen and filled a tupperware from the tap, somehow not waking the Nazgul disguised as an infant nearby. The amount of water wasn’t enough, so I figured the neighbors probably needed a heads-up. What I found was maybe just a little more dangerous than a burning bush. Their front door was unlocked and not even fully closed at that. I tried flicking on some lights, but that didn’t work. I had to yell a few times “Hello?! I’m your neighbor! There’s a fire in your yard! Don’t shoot me, okay? I’m going to run into your kitchen and get some water! Don’t shoot, okay?” They got up, and we put out the fire. The moral: “Sometimes it’s good to have creepy, nocturnal people living next to you.”
Had a taste of Nostalgia in a bottle in the form of Brain Wash. I’m not sure how to properly describe drinking it, so I’ll just say that it has jalapeno oil in it and has about as much bite in it as ginger beer. That, and it’ll color the inside of your mouth worse than chewing on a blue marker.