WOOOOO I'VE FINISHED ALL OF MY EXAMS!!!
Which means I am no longer a student and Guildford County School, so I don't-
No, that's too mean. Goodbye everyone, maybe I shall see you again sometime.
Tuesday, 14 June 2011
Thursday, 26 May 2011
Friday, 1 April 2011
Just a quick note
I just want to say sorry to Jamie and Kaytei, as I couldn't stay to watch your performance which was really annoying because it sounded like it was going to be ver good indeed. I would say sorry to Lloyd, but I doubt that he reads this. From the performances I did see, I have to say that I enjoyed them all, but I liked Kate's Group the most (I'm not being bias or anything, I really did enjoy it the most).
See all you taters some other day. Edward, fuck off.
See all you taters some other day. Edward, fuck off.
Friday, 11 March 2011
It seems we've had a complaint...
Yes someone *glares angrily at Kaytei* hated the last video to be posted, so I've decided to put something slightly more gentle up. Enjoy *sarcastically*
Monday, 7 March 2011
Yeah
You know how I get really bored? While, [please read title]
Wow, I know that will annoy Kaytei, Mark and whoever else reads this blog (or bloog, as I just typed before correction).
On to other issues in the Agenda that must be addressed:
1. Sort out our country (which can be done by voting Richard).
2. Scrap Controlled Assessments, because I hate them.
3. Do something that I don't know about yet.
*As you read the next 38,475 issues, you start to get bored, but still read them anyway*
38,476. Feed me. Really, I'm very hungry right now.
38,477. Let me go to sleep. I'm also very tired.
Ok, I think that's everything. Now I'm going to do something, which will probably be watching Ramsay's Kitchen Knightmare, 'cos he's funny.
CHICKEN CAESAR SALADS!!! HA HA HAH, GOT YOU AGAIN!!!
Wow, I know that will annoy Kaytei, Mark and whoever else reads this blog (or bloog, as I just typed before correction).
On to other issues in the Agenda that must be addressed:
1. Sort out our country (which can be done by voting Richard).
2. Scrap Controlled Assessments, because I hate them.
3. Do something that I don't know about yet.
*As you read the next 38,475 issues, you start to get bored, but still read them anyway*
38,476. Feed me. Really, I'm very hungry right now.
38,477. Let me go to sleep. I'm also very tired.
Ok, I think that's everything. Now I'm going to do something, which will probably be watching Ramsay's Kitchen Knightmare, 'cos he's funny.
CHICKEN CAESAR SALADS!!! HA HA HAH, GOT YOU AGAIN!!!
Wednesday, 23 February 2011
No, really, it's behind you...
I made a speech -> Yay! It wasn't exactly a speech you'd expect (well, from me you would expect something like that) but oh well. I only wrote it down four times; it's not like I-
My fellow Aluminums:
Today, is a day of change for our people. Today, is the day when a new era begins, and the ashes of the last is put in a pot on the mantel piece, next to the photo of William Shatner. Today, Lord Zaros takes his place among the seats of those who didn't want to sit on the lower level. Because Jeremy Clarkson was also sitting there.
Anyway, I shall now go and do something else. Farewell, my brave chicken caesar salads.
- keep repeating everywhere, right Marky?
*Hehehe,* thought Lord Zaros, *I've just been witty AND made this post longer!* without realising he'd actually typed it down.
Wow, this is getting very boring, which is weird considering that I still have more story parts to write. What will happen in the end? Only I know...so don't go making up endings!
Now there's nothing left to say except CHICKEN CAESAR SALADS!!! HAH HAH, TAKE THAT BITCHES!! (Please note that I am not calling anyone specific a bitch, I'm just pretending to be Arabian.)
-LoRd ZaRoS
My fellow Aluminums:
Today, is a day of change for our people. Today, is the day when a new era begins, and the ashes of the last is put in a pot on the mantel piece, next to the photo of William Shatner. Today, Lord Zaros takes his place among the seats of those who didn't want to sit on the lower level. Because Jeremy Clarkson was also sitting there.
Anyway, I shall now go and do something else. Farewell, my brave chicken caesar salads.
- keep repeating everywhere, right Marky?
*Hehehe,* thought Lord Zaros, *I've just been witty AND made this post longer!* without realising he'd actually typed it down.
Wow, this is getting very boring, which is weird considering that I still have more story parts to write. What will happen in the end? Only I know...so don't go making up endings!
Now there's nothing left to say except CHICKEN CAESAR SALADS!!! HAH HAH, TAKE THAT BITCHES!! (Please note that I am not calling anyone specific a bitch, I'm just pretending to be Arabian.)
-LoRd ZaRoS
Monday, 21 February 2011
Today
My fellow Aluminums:
Today, is a day of change for our people. Today, is the day when a new era begins, and the ashes of the last is put in a pot on the mantel piece, next to the photo of William Shatner. Today, Lord Zaros takes his place among the seats of those who didn't want to sit on the lower level. Because Jeremy Clarkson was also sitting there.
Anyway, I shall now go and do something else. Farewell, my brave chicken caesar salads.
-L.Z.
Today, is a day of change for our people. Today, is the day when a new era begins, and the ashes of the last is put in a pot on the mantel piece, next to the photo of William Shatner. Today, Lord Zaros takes his place among the seats of those who didn't want to sit on the lower level. Because Jeremy Clarkson was also sitting there.
Anyway, I shall now go and do something else. Farewell, my brave chicken caesar salads.
-L.Z.
Saturday, 19 February 2011
And So...
...as the potato rasher got home, he took off his briefcase and slowly lowered himself into a bath of baked beans and chicken shit. However, as the shit was rubbing the layers of mud off of his legs, he suddenly released he was dreaming.
What a bad dream, the potato rasher-
Hang on, why is the main character a potato rasher?
We needed SOMETHING. What d'you suggest?!
I don't know, but ANYTHING is better than a potato rasher. God, I'm going to have to
write this story myself...
What a bad dream, the Arse-Scratcher thought. Rather like the one where Terry Pratchet got off with Gok Wan. That was a nightmare.
Then the Arse-Scratcher woke up (because he had one of those weird dreams that makes you feel like shoving your head up your nostril cavity) again, and realised that he WAS in a bath of baked beans and chicken shit, and Terry Pratchet and Gok Wan WERE getting off on the shower head.
Fuck my life, said the Arse-Scratcher. I'm going off to France to commit suicide. I don't have a will to live there.
And so the Arse-Scratcher went to France and jumped off the Eiffel Tower. Unfortunately, he survived and became a cucumber rack at the local toilets.
What a bad dream, the potato rasher-
Hang on, why is the main character a potato rasher?
We needed SOMETHING. What d'you suggest?!
I don't know, but ANYTHING is better than a potato rasher. God, I'm going to have to
write this story myself...
What a bad dream, the Arse-Scratcher thought. Rather like the one where Terry Pratchet got off with Gok Wan. That was a nightmare.
Then the Arse-Scratcher woke up (because he had one of those weird dreams that makes you feel like shoving your head up your nostril cavity) again, and realised that he WAS in a bath of baked beans and chicken shit, and Terry Pratchet and Gok Wan WERE getting off on the shower head.
Fuck my life, said the Arse-Scratcher. I'm going off to France to commit suicide. I don't have a will to live there.
And so the Arse-Scratcher went to France and jumped off the Eiffel Tower. Unfortunately, he survived and became a cucumber rack at the local toilets.
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