You friend bob is in November's Rolling Stone.
Yow! Well, yeah, I s'pose. I always joke about how I have banana fingers incapable of playing the piano or the guitar or doing stuff properly. Penius. The greatest Penius in all of Western Africa.
I'll take this as an excuse to Log Out.
dead or dead BUT hungry all the while. dodhungry. hungry in death. There was a person called Mudnut on chat once and he called us all "peniuses" (this was a long time ago) I liked him
Yeah, I liked them back then. Why? Because I needed an excuse. I was too lazy to get rid of them. Also, I guess I really am fascinated by some of the things they do, so I let them stay. But then they started to get annoying. So I got the house fumigated.
Oh, fire kills cockroaches all right. Matches. You know those little head things they have? They go smurfing nuts. Reep reep reep reep. EEK. sizzle. And so on. They kick you. They kick you and try to put the fire out. Fire kills them all right, but it takes a lot of effort.
:o Ooh. ...standardised suggestion coming up.
I know you are. I let people like you and Psychotic down with my non-pyomaniaciedaeness! I still think fire has its uses, though. Like for killing everything. It's good at that. Not even nukes can boast that.
Isn't that the guy Slade likes?! I dunno him. But yeah, good job. No, actually. Maybe I should encourage you to read some Holmes. Scary as hell. Sir Arthur woss-'is-face = psycho. imho. (People disagree)
Aha! I have some long matches. Slightly longer. Kitchen matches are better. You know, the long ones you can light with you shoe. smurfing Not that I've ever owned any matches but safety matches. I have had extra long matches, though, ones used for lighting barbeques and junk like that. But I'm not a pyromaniac. Not at all! And that's the truth. To be honest, I can be a little scared of fire sometimes (but not as scared as like a turtle of a jaguar).
