Tuesday, May 16, 2006

   Ha! You will all read.
This was inspierd by Deathstick. Thank you, you silly parrot.
(Every one is, every one is, every one is addressed to me.
Every one is, every one is, every one is,
Oh-oh!)

You can't imagine so many monkeys in the daily mail
And all of them coming anonymously so they leave no trail
I never thought I'd have an admirer from overseas
But someone is sending me stationary filled with chimpanzees.

Some chimps in swimsuits,
Some chimps are swinging from a vine
Some chimps in jackboots
Some chimps that wish they could be mine.
Starsky and Hutch chimps
A chimp who's sitting on the can.
A pair of Dutch chimps who send their love from Amsterdam.

Another postcard with chimpanzees
And every one is addressed to me.
Another postcard with chimpanzees
And every one is addressed to me.

If I had to guess, I'd say the monkey-sender thinks it's great
He's sending me, maybe she's sending me, just to see me get irate
I'm losing sleep - and it's gonna be keeping me up all night
I thought it was funny, but now I've got money on a monkey fight.

Some chimps in hard hats
Chimps a-working on a chain gang
Some chimps who love cats
Burning rubber in a Mustang
A birthday-wishing chimp,
A chimp in black like a goth
A goin' fishin' chimp
A British chimp in the *accent* bath.

Another postcard with chimpanzees
And every one is addressed to me.
Another postcard with chimpanzees.
And every one is addressed to me.

Somehow they followed me even though I packed and moved my home
No matter what, they come, and they come, they won't leave me alone
Another monkey in the mail could make me lose my mind
But look at me shuffling through the stack until I finally find

Some chimps in swimsuits
Some chimps in Jackboots
Some chimps in hard hats
Some chimps who love cats
I've got some shaved chimps; that's chimps devoid of any hair
I've got depraved chimps dressed up in women's underwear.

Another postcard with chimpanzees
And every one is addressed to me.
Every one is, every one is, every one is addressed to me.
Every one is, every one is, every one is addressed to me.

Another postcard with chimpanzees
And every one is addressed to me.
Another postcard with chimpanzees
And every one is addressed to me.
Another postcard with chimpanzees
And every one is addressed to me.
Another postcard with chimpanzees
And every one is addressed to me.

*background* Some chimps in swimsuits
Some chimps in Jackboots
Some chimps in hard hats
Some chimps who love cats
I've got some shaved chimps; that's chimps devoid of any hair
I've got depraved chimps dressed up in women's underwear.
Starsky and Hutch chimps
A chimp who's sitting on the can
A pair of Dutch chimps who send their love from Amsterdam.
Some chimps in mustangs
Some chimps in chain gangs
I got a birthday wishin' chimp, and i got a goin' fishin' chimp
And Wiz Kid, This is the short version.

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Monday, May 15, 2006

   Ha?
My Dad just came back from Scotland. He is very tired. He got us stuff, and was almost arrested for bringing coffee from the states back into the states. They thought it was dirt. Does anybody know why dirt from other countries are illegale? I have pounds! Canadian money is still the best because you have a hockey game in your back pocket! Beyblader would know, so ask her. Their are kids playing hockey on the 5 buck bill.Once again, Canada Rocks with the Tim's and the hockey players on their money. But then again, Scotland has dragons on theirs. I am listening to BNL right now. The remixis are not remixed. Oh! Now it is Flogging molly. I have to go, Let us eat Monkeys!
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Friday, May 12, 2006

   Oh yeah!
Okay, time to diss stuff!(All the following is staff at my high school) DuBouis, your a fat ass hippopotomus. Spano, you are a elf. Trelfa tron, ease off the protin shakes for just a couple seconds. Waz, how can I diss you, you loveable bald walurus! Schneider, go eat a meat pie, please, I'm afaid you don't eat anything. I would diss more, but most of the teachers at my school, I cant say that crap publicly. If I were at home, you would hear about the evil fucking bitch that attempted to keep me in algebra. And dont forget, Muffins are to be given to all those ninjas on ninja appreciacion day! And please, I need hugs, I am a sadd boy.
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Thursday, May 11, 2006

   Yay!
I am back from the place of coolness and the land of the Beyblader. Canada is the best countrie on the planet!It has cool money, cool people, and cool dougnuts! I went to Tim Hortons! I love Canada!
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Tuesday, May 9, 2006

   ...
I am going to Canada tomorrow! I get to be born free! I will be going to stratford to see a play. I also get to rome free. I have to much crap going on right now. Some people are being ass holes in Aya Kitsune's house, so don't be yelling at her or else you will have to deal with me, and I am in a bad mood. Well, worse than normal.
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Monday, May 8, 2006

   Everywhere I go someone's
tryin' to by my girlfriend's best friend.
I try to pretend I'm relaxed,
but I'm playing castanets with my knees.
I try to be cool and give her space,
but a guy's always there ready
to jump right up and take my place.
Everyone in this room seems
to want to make a big fool out of me.

Everybody open your mouth,
(Everybody, everybody...)
Everybody just say "ahh".
(Ahh, ahh, ahh...)
Everything will be alright
if you play along.

Everywhere I go there's someone in a trenchcoat staring at me.
When I'm not at home I'm sure someone's
rumaging through my trash.
Whatever could they want from me?
Is it just a part of a giant government conspiracy?
I gotta go see my doctor about this itchy pentagram shaped rash.

Everybody open your mouth,
(Everybody, everybody..)
Everybody just say "ahh"
(Ahh, ahh, ahh..)
Everything will be alright
this won't hurt at all.

Everybody get in line,
(Everybody, everybody..)
Everybody turn and cough,
(Ahh, ahh, ahh..)
Everything will be alright,
if you just lay off.

Dictate a memo to myself,
Try to find if I'm the only one in complete health.
Consult contemporaries if there are some to see.
There really isn't anyone who's in my league

But me..

Every night at the lanes someone thinks
they've got a fine bead on me.**
I try to take three deep breaths
as I lock in and arm mini-van.
Everyone says I'm looking great,
but it's hard to stand up
let alone to try to concentrate.

I wish that everyone I knew hadn't
sold out to the man.

Everybody open your mouth,
(Everybody, everybody..)
Everybody just say "ahh"
(Ahh, ahh, ahh..)
Everything will be alright
this won't hurt at all.

Everybody get in line,
(Everybody, everybody..)
Everybody turn and cough,
(Ahh, ahh, ahh..)
Everything will be alright,
if you just lay..
everything will be alright if you just lay..
everything will be alright if you just lay off.

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   yeah.
Okay. I had a Add day yesterday where I didn't payatention to any one and I had a lot off fun and ate and ate some more and played kingdom hearts 2 all day yesterday. I LIKE MONKEYS THAT MAKE PIE AND TALK WITH A BRITISH ACCENT!!!! I was going to make this the "No space" sentance of the month but I decided to spare you. Not enough hours in the day!
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Friday, May 5, 2006

   Scotland
Man. My dad just went to Scotland and I think he is cominng back in 10 days. I called him a scottish pansy, even though my name is more scottish than his. That sucks alot. Do Monkeys have wings under their tails?
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Wednesday, May 3, 2006

   BNL!!!!!! "One Week"
It’s been one week since you looked at me
Cocked your head to the side and said I’m angry.
Five days since you laughed at me
Saying get that together come back and see me.
Three days since the living room
I realized it’s all my fault, but couldn’t tell you
Yesterday you’d forgiven me
But it’ll still be two days till I say I’m sorry

Hold it now and watch the hoodwink
As I make you stop, think
You’ll think you’re looking at aquaman
I summon fish to the dish, although I like the chalet swiss
I like the sushi ’cause it’s never touched a frying pan
Hot like wasabe when I bust rhymes
Big like leann rimes
Because I’m all about value
Bert kaempfert’s got the mad hits
You try to match wits
You try to hold me but I bust through
Gonna make a break and take a fake
I’d like a stinkin achin shake
I like vanilla, it’s the finest of the flavours
Gotta see the show, cause then you’ll know
The vertigo is gonna grow
Cause it’s so dangerous, you’ll have to sign a waiver

How can I help it if I think you’re funny when you’re mad
Trying hard not to smile though I feel bad
I’m the kind of guy who laughs at a funeral
Can’t understand what I mean?
Well, you soon will
I have a tendency to wear my mind on my sleeve
I have a history of taking off my shirt

It’s been one week since you looked at me
Threw your arms in the air and said you’re crazy
Five days since you tackled me
I’ve still got the rug burns on both my knees
It’s been three days since the afternoon
You realized it’s not my fault not a moment too soon
Yesterday you’d forgiven me
And now I sit back and wait till you say you’re sorry

Chickity china the chinese chicken
You have a drumstick and your brain stops tickin’
Watchin x-files with no lights on, we’re dans la maison
I hope the smoking man’s in this one
Like harrison ford I’m getting frantic
Like sting I’m tantric
Like snickers, guaranteed to satisfy
Like kurasawa I make mad films
Okay I don’t make films
But if I did they’d have a samurai
Gonna get a set of better clubs
Gonna find the kind with tiny nubs just so my
Irons aren’t always flying off the back-swing
Gotta get in tune with sailor moon
Cause that cartoon has got the boom anime babes
That make me think the wrong thing

How can I help it if I think you’re funny when you’re mad
Trying hard not to smile though I feel bad
I’m the kind of guy who laughs at a funeral
Can’t understand what I mean? you soon will
I have a tendency to wear my mind on my sleeve
I have a history of losing my shirt

It’s been one week since you looked at me
Dropped your arms to your sides and said I’m sorry
Five days since I laughed at you
And said you just did just what I thought you were gonna do
Three days since the living room
We realized we’re both to blame, but what could we do?
Yesterday you just smiled at me
Cause it’ll still be two days till we say we’re sorry
It’ll still be two days till we say we’re sorry
It’ll still be two days till we say we’re sorry
Birchmount stadium, home of the robbie
From "Chicity china", it is super fast.
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   Ha!
I am a being of super natural Power! Do not doubt the Reagan! His dead body will consume your soul! His pinky toe is bloated as all hell! He should put some windex on it.
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