SWEET.

Just crossed something new off my list of things to do before I die.
#45- Watch Paris Hilton die.

For those of you who haven't seen the remake of House Of Wax, I urge you all to watch it. It might not be a great movie, with a decent plot or good actors or anything, but my gosh nothing will ever beat the satisfaction of seeing that rusty old pole driven through her thick head. I would show pictures of something but stuff like that would make me look like I'm copying Anna's blog, so I'll leave that for her :D

AND

I'm not the only one who writes cool stories. This is my friend Alex:

yay. who did hello why donkey am cold lick pole on fish sticks in pools of men eating fish babies with giant tomato faces that have loving party animals that will wear your
mothers petticoat fingernail sponge fly over the great barrier men floor of seamen in alot of jamaica grass toppings on lemur tail with very long elbows that like to have icecream flavoured jelly with beans that contemplates their style of their petticoat.

woo. i am the most anxious potato that ever walked the earth of curtains and wore a large sock in suggestive ways that make potatoes think theyre gay with sock children on the large and enormous beer keg that killed 7845672109672309 jacksons in action at the mall of very large orangutan potatoes that make elf hats and wear very large gloves with big encrusted brains that like to have a big party in chains and dragon costumes which look fab.

Sorry to like, ruin all your self confidence or anything, but don't even try and get that good, it ain't gonna happen.

P.S. PANCAKES FUCKING ROCK OKAY I DON'T WANT TO HEAR NO FUCKING ANTI-PANCAKE SHIT EVER BECAUSE IT ISN'T TRUE. STOP LIVING A LIE YOU SILLY PEOPLE. No offense or anything. Have a lovely rest of your holidays. And anyone going to Parra tomorrow I guess I'll see you there. Laters.