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The bile that spews forth....
December 1 2000


I like most people are aware of low standards in take-away foods these days. What's that, no you say? They only use the highest quality rabbit in nuggets served my McDonalds, the creme-de-la-creme of pig fat in their soft-serve?

You could be right...but I doubt it. Take a look at what was discovered in some food products purchased from McDonalds.

Yes apparently they sell fried chicken heads at McDonalds now.

Ortega said someone who wasn't looking closely could have easily mistaken the chicken's head for another piece of chicken, like the leg or a wing.

I don't know about you, but my interpretation on this was slightly different from what you would expect.

Ortega said someone who was either blind or stupid, most probably both, could have easily mistaken the chicken's head for another piece of chicken, had they also been taken some hallucinogenic recently.

I have yet to see a chicken leg or wing with a beak, but with all this genetic engineering going on who knows?

The manager at McDonald's offered Ortega another order of chicken and offered to return the chicken's head to the distribution company. Ortega declined.

An interpretation of this again.

A college graduate with a Psychology degree offered Ortega another order of genetically altered products and offered to return the chicken's head to the dumpster in the back where he found it. Ortega declined, as she had eaten the chicken's head anyway.

Did the moron really think that the woman would want some more of their product. I doubt she was impressed with the standard of the original.

Customer: I bought this pile of shit from here last week and it smells bad now.
Graduate: I apologize Sir, that shit does smell can I replace it with another bag of turd?

Everybody knows you have to go to KFC to get some health food.

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A fistful of face.
November 28 2000


The SuperDog! clone-saga has come to a stunning conclusion that will be sure to tear all fans apart through shear and utter disgust at the stupidity level.

Anyway my ass is currently blowing like a trumpet due to food-stuffs consumed today. I wonder why that happens. Maybe I'll send James an e-mail or something.

Correspondance ends...now

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Done!
November 27 2000


Well I'll be happy to know I've just finished exams. So no more cramming 14 weeks of lectures the night before just to have some 8094093 year old fart supervisor scream in your ear about id cards and colon operations.

It was quite funny I was in an exam. I raised my hand to get another booklet to scribble what passes for an answer in my opinion. The re-animated corpse woddles down the aisle and approaches:

Me: (Whispering)Could I have another booklet?
Him: (Shouting)What?
Me: (A bit louder)Another booklet.
Him: Speak up sonny.
Me: SOME MORE PAPER!
Him: Oh paper, sorry about that I just had an anaesthetic for my gut and it is affecting my hearing.
Me: Oh OK
Him: Did I tell you about that time I went to the supermarket..me and Betsy....

Lucky I was going to fail anyway....

Anyway James has updated his stuff again...I love James..and all that.

Henry has probably hung himself from goth angst 'cause I haven't heard from him in a while. So to make up for that:

Green Paper God

Worship the money
You stupid pig
Blood Satan
Die Die Die
GO Mets!

Feel the anger!

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It's fun to learn....
November 21 2000


Been busy...update few....so solly.

Well as promised there is more SuperDog!. The twist in the plot is unbelievable!

Apparently Henry has been updating his diary. YAY!

Reading through it he seems a bit happier lately. I think he thinks he is going to get layed.....

Anyway back to what I was talking about before. Kwee-wee. Yes Kwee-wee. Kwee-wee (I love that name) is a pro-wrestler. His name is Kwee-wee. That is funny.


In case you missed it, Kwee-wee is the name

Kwee-wee's bio should read:

Kwee-wee is somebody you do not want to get angry. Once he snaps it is all over. He will slap on the dreaded cock-hold and you will succumb to the power of his jaw.

There seems to be a problem with pro-wrestling these days. Pro-wrestling seems to go by the following formula to make a story-line.

  1. Evil boss gives good guy the title.
  2. For weeks the evil boss and bad guys beat and run over the good guy.
  3. Evil boss gets bad guy to fight for title. Evil boss is the referee.
  4. Bad guy pretends to argue with the boss.
  5. Good guy is stupid and falls for it.
  6. Bad guy clubs good guy to death with a lead pipe.
  7. Evil boss pins him and becomes champion, even though he was referee.
  8. Evil boss lets good guy fight him if he can catch 10 flies with chopsticks in 3 minutes.
  9. Good guy catches 10 flies and wins back title, in a 42192-foot steel cage death inferno barb-wire cow-manure match.
  10. A faggot dances.
  11. A woman takes her top off.
  12. Repeat from step 2.

Now I realise all the twists and turns have probably left you all wanting to begin watching pro-wrestling. After all the bad guy convinced the good guy that he was now good, after having run him over with a train. In fact the only good bits were the woman taking her top off and the chopstick incident.

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