You walk BIONICLE.
You talk BIONICLE.
If BIONICLE were a food, you would eat BIONICLE. (With mustard.)
You are a BIONICLE fan who needs BIONICLE out the wazoo.
Wazoo, meet BZPower.com!
[and if that made any sense to you, tell me so I can know who lives near me]
Not really, but everyone else is.
Is this some conspiracy to make all blog-owners sick? Protosteel, Waffles, Sumiki (minor sore throat), Sunburst... and a couple others, forgot exactly who.
Speaking of conspiracies, please yell at me until I update the V Files. (I am such a procrastinator. )
Been watching shows on the History Channel about him.
I'm thinking he'd make a better Halloween mascot than the ficticious Count Dracula.
After all, having a Forest of Blades-style garden with people impaled on the tree limbs is way creepier then simply biting people's throats.
Otherwise known as tripping on skis.
Anyway, my church has one planned for March (they're like BIONICLE, planning years in advance) so I have plenty of time to coordinate my accidents. (See blog title, it's very descriptive of my life.)
So here goes...
[british accent]
Jair-on-emo!
[falls down stairs]
(I heart anyone who knows what I'm referencing.)
Don't you hate it when girls stare... and stare... and stare... incessantly at you... in public?!
IT'S LIKE TWILIGHT EXCEPT A GIRL IS STALKING A BOY
HELP I HATE THIS
There's a huge one on my wall and I'm looking right at it.
It's cuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuute. =3
EDIT: Oh, right, before I forget, I had a dream back in the early summer about Mata Nui joining together the prototype robot (with duct tape) and inhabiting it (behind a cardboard dressing screen). Then Sarah Palin, aided by bonesiii, wrote a book on it.
Been intending to blog about it for the loooooooooooongest time. I'm not being silly, I really did have that dream. What scares me is that it was
My comments come in waves of three.
also two blog entries 30 minutes apart waaht
And in accordance with the title, lemme tell you a story.
There was a couple you had a baby.
RANDOM BYSTANDER:
Good timing. Anyway, they named the baby Odd. When the nurse heard this, she laughed right in the mother's face, and so began Odd's... odd... life.
When he grew older, he hated his name. No girl would date him, no boy would hang out with him, and the only jobs he could get were... well,
According to some source which I can't remember for the life of me, computers are to be referred to as "she".
EXCUSE ME WHY DO WE KEEP CALLING INANIMATE OBJECTS "SHE" ARE WE GUYS THAT LONELY
"I Am My Own Grandpa" by Ray Stevens
Many, many years ago
When I was twenty three
I got married to a widow
Pretty as could be.
This widow had a grown up daughter
With flowing hair of red,
My father fell in love with her
And soon the two were wed.
This made my dad my son-in-law
And changed my very life.
Now my daughter was my mother,
For she was my father's wife.
To complicate the matters worse
Although it brought me joy,
I soon became the father
Of a bouncing baby boy.
You can be "kewl" and "awsum" without breaking BZP rules! NO LEET REQUIRED! 8D (Since, as any regular fans of my blog would know, only Bink is worthy of that language.)
All you need is one lowercase n, two uppercase O's, and one lowercase b, and BAM, you're a nOOb! 8D
So now you can enjoy nOObishness in it's full extent... without losing proto!
~~~THIS HAS BEEN A PUBLIC SERVICE ANNOUNCEMENT FROM THE LHIKEVIKK SOCIETY FOR A STUPIDER INTERNET~~~
Dissing is not allowed on BZP.
Cussing is not allowed on BZP.
Discussing, however, is the very reason this site exists!
(also I just noticed that these two colors have each other's hexadecimal codes backwards)
{copy-pasted from comment in Nuju Metru's blog}
I don't have any problems. That's what I've convinced myself, at least.
The problems are only there if you think they're there. Take gravity. It's a problem if you want to fly, right?
So, stop believing in gravity, and it stops existing!
I CAN FLY!! 8D
[jumps out window]
But I forgot.
Yesterday my dad unleashed a bunch of roaches into the garage by mistake.
Squishing them is fun but messy.
We all know that after the apocalypse, nothing will be left except rats, roaches, and fruitcake.
OM NOM NOM NOM
Somehow, I just knew Electric Turahk would fix it.
Because: people fight, ET walks in, people stop fighting or regret it dearly.
It's why we looooooooooooooooooooooove him. =3
