Tourette

Ik ging nog es in het Engels bloggen. Dat heb ik gezegd in een comment op de vorige entry. En beloofd is beloofd. Daar kan je zeker van zijn. Echt. Giel, zoals jij belooft. Fantastisch. Ik word er even niet goed van.

Godverdomme, als we mensen elkaar willen zien bewieroken gaan we wel naar Osahi! Zeveren moet gij doen!

Ah, gelijk hebben jullie, schare trouwe fans. Ik schrijf nonsens en jullie kakken mij uit. En zo houden we elkaar in evenwicht. English it is then!

Okay, this is gonna take some getting used to. Haven’t blogged in English in a while. But hey, it seems to be going well. Right now you’ve already read four sentences without reading, well, anything useful at all. So yeah, awesome. Ah yes, I wanted to say some stuff. Let’s see if I can remember.

One: you pub going bastards. I’ve already said that I don’t come over unless I’m invited. I’m much like a vampire in that aspect, so remember. Send me a text message if you’re at the pub and I’ll come over and whoop your sorry asses in poker and I’ll steal your women away. So hold on to your chips and your girlfriend’s titties. Anyway, I’m sick of hearing how much fucking fun it was at the pub last night. What the fuck do I care how much fun people at the pub had: If I wasn’t there I don’t give an ass. Yay for annoyance! Let’s keep it up.

Two: if I wanna dance, I dance. What the fuck, two fucktards coming over at a party and asking ‘Are you dancing? Ha ha ha!’. I’m like what the fuck do you think I’m doing shitcunts, I’m sure as hell not humping your mama ’cause she’s still tired from last night. Oh yes I did.  And yes, I have Tourette syndrome when I blog in English. Whatever the fuck, bastards. Fucking fairies.

Let’s see, what else? My new blog is gay, I have that going for me. I’m sure being all nature-friendly will score me even more chicks. I’m gonna have to hire a bitchslapper again. Some guy who just walks along with me and goes ‘Whatever bitch!’ and slaps a chick in the face whenever the fuck I feel like chicks should get hit in the face. Good times good times.

What the hell is wrong with you?!

Mind your business, that’s what. Just unleashing some frustration and anger in a healthy way. Trust me, you do not want me to unleash my badass side on your mama. Last time I did she did not walk straight for two weeks. Accident while cleaning, my ass. All me baby, all me.

Jesus, this post is terrible. Let’s keep going.

I could write about some great movies I saw recently. No Country For Old Men. The Fountain. Cloverfield. Tiny Chicks Big Dicks 7. But I’m not going to. And that’s my choice. Y’all ain’t worth it.

Indy has inspired me to buy some more cds instead of downloading them. So I started expanding my collection again. Got a lot of recent albums on my to buy list but I’ll wait for some price drops before I buy them. I don’t get paid enough at the butcher’s in den Delhaize to buy new albums at full price. Hey, how cool is that, I work at a butcher’s. That’s like Cannibal Corpse brutal! BRUUUTAL BUTCHERYYY! PREPAREEE VAN DE CHEEEEF! Awesome! But yeah, buying more cds for the win. Still mercilessly downloading tons of television show though. Most of them never get aired here anyway, so I guess it isn’t all bad. And even if it is: I don’t care. And you know why? Because I’m a

In other news: I’m gonna do some studying now so goodbye for now. I really don’t understand why people would want to read posts like this, anyway: glad to be of service. Whatever helps you sleep at night bitch. I’ll try to cut down on the Tourettes next time. That’s a promise. Really.

God I smell great.