F*CKING wow. I wake up after sleeping for 10 hours to one of the greatest things ever.

I'm converting to Islam. Allah has done a great thing today.

My mood has prolly changed on certain subjects, but if it were my way, I would haven't told him anything about it, wouldn't have argued, wouldn't have even talked to him. I woulda just waited until he was public and then humiliated him, then ban him. No messy little shit slinging at each other. A rock is a rock, a flower is a flower, and an asshole is an asshole. Everyone knows this with him, so there's no reason to say it blatantly unless alot of people are watching so he'll realize everyone agrees with you.

But meh.

You're right, Pyro.

I'll need a team to write a script to plant on his computer that will make every webpage he goes to automatically redirect to Meatspin and when he tries to close it, it opens again. The second closing will open to a video of someone taking a shit. The program will need to be some kind of shit that would run from the BIOS memory instead of the hard drive so that pre-installed security measures don't work and nothing short of getting a new PC will fix the problem since I'm sure most computer guys working for Best Buy or Circuit City wouldn't have any god damn idea about it (not that they have any god damn idea about anything technology-related in the first place).

Then I'll need a team of other infiltration specialists. We'll sneak in to his house disguised as something that would appeal to him in case we are caught. Giant penises would do the trick since he seems to have an affinity for them. Then we find or way in to his house and plant the script on the computer. For added fun, we'll hide a camera in his stuffed animal collection to record the fiasco when he discovers that his computer seems to have synced with his own mind.

Then to put the cherry on top, we'll replace his parents with two or three Japanese women who have the ability to poop something irregular such as Komodo Dragons or preferably real dragons. We may need more cameras controlled by people or a program to switch angles so that all the laughs will be on record.

And hell, why stop at a recording? I'll also need a team of folks to figure out how to broadcast the event live from start to finish on all U.S. channels in the U.S. and abroad.

Just the idea has given me a chubby for two, so let's get to work.





Edit: And just for the record, I think someone is pulling our foreskins with this Tank myspace. I can't believe it is real and then the Special Olympian plaque looks like they did a shitty editing job to throw his name on it.

I know a place that sells some decent japs.

I'm convinced that Tank is a work. In the beginning, I had no reason to suspect, but now it's just gawdy.

Lol. That would be very funny if it was a fake. Extremely funny!

Bad uterus! Don't do that anymore!

Oh, and the "sp" of preferably is preferably.