By Request...or...whatever I Feel Like.
Entry posted by ExoM7
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Seems like my blog severly drops off in popularity whenever I try a serious attempt at entrydom, so obviously I just have to keep the rantdom (random + rant i r a genus lol) entries coming. Zoopals is quickly overused, pie and cheese are cliches, despite the ubercoolness, and any sort of fruit has been thrown out the window (and landing on Spitty's head, despite all the suggestions he's recieved as to where to move his llama farm too) from ye ole Fruit War topic. Waffles are slowly becoming not funny. I guess bread with gridlines on it just isn't cool. Chuck Norris has lost his originality, roundhouse kicks are the most terribl-*erk*
*Three hours later, from intensive care unit*
Sorry.
So what does it leave?
Obviously, Furbies are the topic of today's discussion. If you don't remember Furbies, and if you do not, may a higher power smite thee from above, or below, or maybe from behind you, or from the sofa, if you're a lazy-god worshipper. There have been some, believe me. Need I remind you of El Reclino Sporko (The Comfortable Multi-Use Utensil, in English), a deity worshipped in mostly deserted parts of the jungles of Peru? But anyway, that's beside the point - Furbies were these sporkdang creepy creatures, that as far as I remember, were like pets, without the loving companionship, and a lot uglier. Just a step above Pet Rocks. But these things could interact with OTHER Furbies (which obviously meant that there was a cult we did not know about), but were eventually crushed in The Great Furby War of '01, in which Furbies were out, and Elmo was BACK IN, baby! And El Reclino Sporko smote the Furbies back to Chucknorristopia, where they retired from their days of throwing pie at Spitty, and ate cheese in happiness, until Onuki came and owned them all...again.
THUS concludes my rantdom, as signified by my capital THUS, making my word superior to your word.
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