Modals

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Ugh, modals.

Anyway, you'll probably see that there is a new moving thingie on the right side of this blog. Or maybe not, maybe your browser crashed. In which case I am obliged to say: A ha ha ha! Ha! Oooh. Ho! Ho! ... Ooh, that was hysterical!

Since you're reading this, I'll assume the webpage didn't crash or one of my faithful followers have printed out the page and sent it to you by homing pigeon. Bloody handy fellows, aren't they? The pigeons, not my fans. They smell funny and they always want to touch me. It's dreadful, that unholy cocktail of beer, piss, barf and sweat. Seriously, if you're going to get within ten feet of your master, at least have the decency to put on some eau de f[There he goes again! Youth these days!]ing cologne!

Added a new link, too. ClimateCrisis.net! Sounds dramatic, doesn't it? Sounds like, any minute now, all our countries could be flooded because some fat American guy farted near the Atlantic Ocean and caused a hurricane by doing so. How else do you think those things are created? Come to think of it, they always have women's names. My god! Farting women at sea! Ieuw!

I've been following the news concerning global warming since I read an impressive article about it in TIME. So I decided to watch Al Gore's documentary on the subject. A pretty boring movie, but rather terrifying none the less. I won't talk about it, I'll just tell you what Al Gore tells the movie going people: recommend it to your friends. So there. Now beat it. Not you Michael Jackson, you're not worthy anymore.

In other news, I seriously need to take a crap. Something is pushing rather heavily down there and it could burst out at any minute! But maybe you didn't want to know that.

So. Ehm. In other news?

I have to admit that it's been some time since I continued writing my Yougri story. But! Yesterday, a new opening line suddenly popped into my head. I don't know if I'll use it for Yougri or for some other load of rubbish, but it's bound to get interesting:

Turds. Dog turds. I'm standing in a pile of dog turds.

Genious, isn't it?

Expect a more serious update next time. Probably not. Heck, you don't care and I don't so f[Aaah! Vuile Sos! Homo- en negervriend! Mag wel eens naar de kapper gaan!] it. Smell you later. Things aren't smelling too good around here, so I'll take that crap now. Thank you. Yes. Quite so.