Going Gunners

NO! does that mean blood shed?...no funny posts?...NO FASTJ TO POST!?...does that mean we aren't safe here!?...NO, NO, NO.

Don't panic, don't scare, you wont die, you wont fry, so don't you cry, or you'll have to say bye bye.

We wont die, so you wont cry, now don't you say bye bye, because we'll cry, while you fry, in the sty.

All that's happening is that we are standing at the point of death...or the point of a gun, you can choose. Ok, its a picture...AH! it just shot...there's blood!...oops sorry that was the ketchup on the hamburger that just spilled onto my lap.

Alright thats not what this post is about, its supposed to tell you we are just going Gunners (pictures of air soft guns).

We have done one already for your enjoyment so...ENJOY!

Going Green PLEASE FIX AND DONT PUBLISH

Help us with saving the TREES! by going green. Try listening to them plead for help, listening to them screech in pain, listening to them mourn for the dead, and yell at us for killing THEM! listining to them yell HELP! HELP! HELP! see if that doesn't stir up a fight inside yourself for them.

So now reapeat after me THEY AREN'T OUR ENIEMIES, reapeat THEY AREN'T OUR ENIEMIES. 'Also we would like to give you a really big nudge in the right direction' (but this sometimes knocks people off their feet, but mostly it usally ends up knocking me off my feet; it always depends on 'little guy', and 'big guy').

-HELP BY GOING GREEN,

Fastj

Al Gore - MIA

Where is Al Gore? In this post I will be giving 12 possible answers to that question.

1. He flew south for winter

2. He got mugged for making DPs (dumb people) waste their money on PGW (prevent global warming) products.

3. He died in a snowstorm.

4. He is planing a Global Frost in his study.

5. He is at Bear valley enjoying some good snowboarding.

6.He sold himself to Hillary Clinton as a "Good" side kick, depending on your view of it. and now is playing Romeo with Hillary, but more modern. for money, and in a bar.

7.Mentally he died of heatstroke and is now being buried.

8.There was a fire near him and instead of running he took that time to sell his PGWs saying, "Behold the earth is burning, to prevent this dreadful thing before it spreads too far, buy my products. also this happen to be your lucky day, because I am having a BIG Winter Sale." the sad end of this astronomy is that he got burnt to a charcoal black and died before anyone could buy anything.

9.He is snowed in at the "Just deal with it bar" which has whiskey but nothing else.

10.He is reading my blog right now, and is setting up a tracker device that sends missiles to whatever its tracked.

11.He is still in the beauty saloon, the kind thats more man type.

12.He is in New York I bet.

Of House and House Appliances Beating Me Up, part 1

This is a tale of house things ganging up on me to beat me up. It all started when I was hanging up laundry. While I was out, they were discussing about beating me up.When I came in, Wooden Chair was in my way and I banged my knee on him. I picked him up, and slammed him against the ground. Well, actually, I didn't end up banging him on the ground because in order to do that, I would've had to bend over and THEN bang him, but, I did not bend over, which caused Wooden Chair to whack me on my legs, which caused me to drop him, and I kicked him, which caused my feet to get hurt, which, of course, caused me to get mad. I started to punch him which REALLY hurt me, but I didn't stop because I knew that I was still hurting Wooden Chair some, which was better than nothing. Pretty soon though, Wooden Chair and I were kickin' up dust and rugs. We were in a real rough and tumble fight when the police came. Brother had called them because we were home alone.


Usually, when I get in a fight it is with Bro, and he isn't able to call the police, but Mom and Dad are always within earshot unless we get in a fight when they are out. Those fights usually end up with Brother locking himself in his room. Anyway, it seemed to me that the fight with Chair was just at it's peak when the police broke us up. The police just had to stay at our house until Mom and Dad got home (police are always getting in the way).


When they finally left, Mom and Dad made me clean up the room. When I went for this one rug, to put it where it belonged, it refused to budge. After giving it a little talk, I tugged. It still did not budge, so I got mad and pulled with all my might. Figures! that time it did budge and I bonked my head really hard on our concrete floor. Barely able to keep my temper, I was able to pick the rug up and walked to our dump trailer. There I did justice and threw it away. Worse than this, the next day I was walking down our hallway and saw Dad gluing Wooden Chair!!! I almost collapsed, but I held my tongue, knowing I would have my chance to settle the grudge I had against Chair.