Glory! Majesty! Pearhead!

Good day to you, sir. Now prepare to die.

[me fighting a bunch of Taliban guys using a rubber chicken]

My name’s Stewie Griffin, and don’t ever let me catch you guys in Quahog!

Wait a minute, I’m not Stewie. Too much Family Guy. Then again, one can never have enough Family Guy, for it is a most uplifting show. As a matter of fact, if I didn’t have Family Guy like I do now, four whole seasons – yay!, I probably would have hanged myself. But thank God that’s not the case eh? Ah, sweet irony.

Back to business. As expected, Germany was dull as crap. The weather was way too hot, which meant I had to drink even more beer than previously estimated. I didn’t object to that, mind you. And surely enough, just when I thought I had succesfully kicked off of Jägermeister at the beginning of this trip, we enter a store and find Jäger at only half the price they’re selling it back in Belgium. I try to resist, but my dad goes like ‘Wow that’s really cheap, you should buy a few bottles!’ ‘Okay, I’ll buy one just for the fun of it, maybe two…’ ‘Nonsense, here! Take these five big bottles and take some smaller bottles for during the bike trips.’ And then thpse words that were the icing on an oncoming Jägermeister cake. The four horsemen of the Jägerocalypse. ‘I’ll pay ‘em all.’ And so it was, the Fourth Age of Middle-Earth began. What the –? Ah, sweet alcoholism.

I expected a few comments on my previous post when I got back from Germany, me baring part of my soul up here and everything, but nothing. You lazy cunts. Sorry, I’m doing it again: blaming others for my problems. No comments really means that I’ve done a poor job at writing stuff that’s interesting enough to comment on. Apparently people just like the old random stuff or the heavily depressed and schizoid stuff more, so I’ll keep that in mind. Ah, sweet fucked-upness of the mind.

I think I’ll stop with the updates too unless they’re relevant. Guess I’ll never be able to use my lame joke now.

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Update I-Lost-Fucking-Count

Not a real pity, as you can see. But the updates were fun, random Family Guy videos and all. They will be sorely missed. As a matter of fact, they won’t but I like to think that they will. Poor updates. I believe that everything in this world has a soul and hence, my updates also have one. Wouldn’t like to make ‘em sad by saying nobody likes them. Hey. Heeey! All the readers like you! Yeah! You are my special little updates, yes you are!

Jezus, he’s talking to freakin’ updates, let’s get the hell outta here!

Ah, sweet updates.

If you do get of here, please don’t run off to see the latest Harry Potter movie, because chances are it will be a huge let-down. At least I thought it was. The fifth book is one of my favourite ones in the series, but the movie was pretty close to awful. Go see some other movie instead, like Die Hard 4 or the Simpsons Movie or Ratatouille. Hell, even Transformers should be more entertaining than sitting through Order of the Phoenix. I’m a huge fan of the books and enjoyed all the previous movies, even the second one had its moments, but the fifth one just felt like a huge dissapointment. Luckily, Hermione was still hot. Ah, sweet Hermione.

As you may have noticed on the right-hand side (unless you’re somehow reading this blog via a mirror, in which case I advise you to get some help) I uploaded a couple of pictures from Germany. Not going to upload all the pictures I took since there’s about a thousand of them and about 975 are crap. You see, I’m on twenty-five pictures. Ha ha ha! That was hilarious. Of course I’m kidding, I’m on way more pictures than twenty-five. ‘Cause I’m fucking hot, that’s why. Don’t believe me? See for youself:

What? Don’t think I’m the sexiest son of a bleep on the face on the planet?
Yeah right, like this guy’s better:

You better watch what you say man, I don’t want to have to hit you!

Nah, I’m just kidding!

OR AM I?

No really, I’m yanking ya. Here, have a cookie.

What? Don’t like my cookie?! GET HIM PEARHEAD!

Oh man, this shit is hilarious. But enough for now.

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… OR MAYBE NOT!

I’m Pearhead, messin’ up ur photographz!

Here’s the same picture, some bottles of Jägermeister later:

In this next one Pearhead and myself look like we’re about to vomit.
We’ve probably had too much Jäger:

Jep, definitely too much Jäger:

PEARHEAD MESSIN’ UP YOUR PICZ!

And just to shake things up: a decent picture

God I’m hot. Well, enough of this rubbish. See you next time. And before I forget, let’s do what I feel should be called an osahi’ke. That is, posting a random lyric at the end of your entry to try and sound fucking deep. So here goes.

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”Alanné mba yi woma… wé
Ho tou sondé
Ho ma… yé
We ya senga
Has wéhé
Wanna wéndé lambo
hé hé hémentourek !”

From: Alane by Wes

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Let us take a moment to reflect on that.

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Hilarious stuff.

That was fucking great.