Just a swift little update to say that me and the Loon are not dead, we simply were spending the weekend either busy or together, we spent Friday and watched a fucking dreadful movie called The Marine starring WWE™ Star and all round steroid abuser John Cena (also an icon and masturbation material of one Surreal Skytower. XD). Nonetheless, unless you abuse your partners and children, don't watch this movie.
I spent last night with my friend DB Da Troot so I wasn't really in my fresno state-of-mind to do a Blog post.
We should be hitting out a couple of posts this week, thanks to the near 500 readers of the blog.
We're debating right now what story to tell next. One involves Dirty Talk, one involves a psycho bitch and one involves a balding, trailer living, harmonica playing, non-hygiening, woman stalking, Callum avoiding SONOFABITCH!
Wait and see.
BAI!
Fun fact of the day; I trimmed my pubes recently, do you shave yours? And I'd like you to spell that phonetically. ;)
Swift Update
A few people have asked me about Surreal's latest Blog posts, the guy is obsessed, he's been begging people to come and look at it, even people who don't know me, thus rendering his Blog irrelevant to them! Also, LBMelody is about as credible as Hitler at temple, completely doctored.
The Anna one is true, but I do ask all of you to go to her profile, Anna Ramona and look at her first life, she looks like Hugh Jackman's daughter.
Agony Sunkiller, we'll get to him another day, cross dresser.
If you have no idea what I'm talking about, head on over to http://gettingbit.blogspot.com/ and check out the 5 Blogs Surreal has written on me. It's a bit grim that even when I've plugged him twice, he still has half the views as I do (Which, as of right now, he has 222.). Fo'shame. Also, he forced his E-Lover to be a 'fan' of his, I assume out of fear of being punched or having the kids get beaten, you know what happens when Surreal doesn't get his way. So, starting tomorrow, when I wake up, I begin forming my 'team'. :D
Ah well, life goes on. Night.
