Saturday 21 July 2007
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Hornivore On The Run
- Old Knudsen
- I'm a witty fucker, a base and vile brabbler; chronically dissatisfied person who rebels against the established system,a gob in the eye of convention.I hung on a wind-rocked tree nine whole nights. A man of action is his own Sun. Correct punctuation and sentence structure is for the weak. My mother was an Ulster bare-knuckle fighter and my father a Scottish Viking. I was born in a coracle in the middle of the Irish Sea, delivered by the sea God Manannan. I am the only Timelord with his own teeth. I'm a Chestnut Tree and proud of it. Winner of the Darwin award 1932, runner-up 1954.Time magazine Person of the Year 2006. I'm a double dipper.A hater. A spoiler. A Blogger without a hat is to be mocked. I'm the playboy of the western world.I'm a sexual compulsive and a dangerous intellect. Banned in Halifax. My heart is black but my body is blue.I discovered Blogjinx©. I've been fisting Lemurs Since 500 A.D.
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22 comments:
40+ something dressed like retards,getting overly excited about a boy and his magic stick. Good on ya for exposing that ring of magical pedophiles, Knudsen.
So steralize me.
Guilty as charged.
I read however i don't dress up.
go on , dress up for me.
Mr cecruxwhat a great way to put it, I think I may love you. Can I call you Paul? can I call you poodle paul or plicky paul? love has no reason what about "big boy?" just asking.
I want to ride the vibrating broomstick.
Having been almost blinded and seriously disturbed by the fat old man with tiny cock scenario recently, I can now only too easily imagine these people in wizard hats (obvious joke there, I won't make it), and faerie boots and nothing else, rubbing their sad little bits and interfering with each other as they quote passages from the books until some awful literary climax.
You sound like a hippie Knudsen,i thought you were a brute Scotsman.Apparently you must have mistaken sugar for coffee this morning.Sugar dipped balls dont look good on ya.Go ahead soak them in scotch.Bloody hell,you'll probably be posting pictures of pretty flowers soon enough.
I cant use the name Paul in public,because Sir Paul Mccartney™ has all rights to the name.I would be violating copyright laws.It's well known that if you break it.Sir Paul© will come over to your house and bash your head with one of Heather Mills spare legs.
They seem harmless. It's nice to see people excited about a book.
I bet they haven't left many viable decendents. Don't worry.
Well I know here in the states they've taken all the fun out of Halloween, so some sorry saps just dress up whenever they can get the chance.
When normal people don't get an expressed, approved holiday to let their creative alter ego out. The whole world ends up in a sorry need for a laxative.
J.K. just usurped a few loose stools.
-P
I was woken yesterday morning by the postie thumping the door. "Harry Fucking Potter" he said, " I'd rather be delivering gas bills". My wife had, it transpired, ordered a copy to comply with the monthly selection of her all-girls book club. Still let me answer the door though, didn't she ? Now the miserable old bugger thinks it was for me, since I answered the door as quickly (apparently) as all the other irritatingly eager parcel recipients on his round. Bugger.
Postmen the forgotten victims of Harry Bloody Potter....
Ordinarily I'm against Eugenics, however, in this instance, I'd let it slide.
It makes it even more sad that the gurl on the left is attractive, what a waste.
no way in hell I'd dress up like that, but I did get hooked on them a few years ago...
xmichra... did you just tell us the ending? damn you....
bunch of lame tossers if ya ask me, Knuds
oh, and I've never read any potter books. I saw the first movie coz I got dragged along, but I'd rather read a good history book, or some other interesting non-fiction that stuff made up about a four-eyed brat whizzing around on brooms and all that.
Whatever happened to burning books? no one seems to do that anymore.
I wonder if thats why the Northern Ireland postmen went on strike because of Harry Potter? its worse than I thought.
Oh ok if i must. One witch coming soon.
Burning books? Except Pepe Carvalho who fires his oven with his private library nobody burns books these days ...
Burning books? Well as an avid reader, and one who believes in the power of self-education through reading, my first reaction is to recoil at such an idea.
However, on further reflection, there is certainly a lot of peurile shit around these days that really isn't fit for much else other than a good burning.
So go ahead. Oh, and the Sun (and other Rupert Murdoch rags) are good for that, as they're not even fit to wipe yer ass on, let alone read. Let's chuck that Aussie cunt Murdoch himself on the top while we're about it.
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