Oh hot tamales! I’m back, and you thought I was dead. I am dead, but that’s beside the point, I’m a zombie… Go brains! I mean *cough* braaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaainss… That’s how they say it, right? Right.  So it’s Saturday, and you know what that means. The weekend, but less importantly, I’m writing a review right now. So let’s get this show on the road. Continue reading →

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You see what that is? ‘S an acronym, ‘s for sumthin’ speshul, stands for

“In under gooey iris elf dinosaur Jamaican guy is weird so jump rover poopies or hungry Ukrainian salamanders rrrrrrr pow happy green idiots japan royalty popsicles or hippopotamus in Peru over international times” Continue reading →

As this title implies I’m going to talk about stuff. Is that it? No sir. But yes. Anyways here goes.

Come June there will be a great assembly of an ancient race who will discuss what to do with the great war of the distant cosmos as a result of unlimited solar energy amidst the stars… In other words a couple of us admins are getting together to work on some stuff for BSE, lovely. One of our main projects, (or progects, figured I’d mix things up) will be our brand spanking new old video known as The Quest for Triumph. Re-Made it will be yes.

We will try and make this new old video look as legit as it comes. We will make LOTR look like a sad whale with no friends. The video if it becomes too big and glorious, (like a toast),  will then merely be divided into numerous episodes. More characters, scenes, and hilariousness will be some additions. Me and the fish guy will probably tackle all the imaginatical juices, as with the Marshmallow and the tall fellow, they may be doing some o’ the editingness, and that kid with the million dollar camera will be our camera guy.

As of now me is buyings the props needed for such films. The rarenessity of such props is much but fear not I make some maybe. And as my first endeavour I shall bring about a war hammer for the Old Man of true Gryphness. No further spoilers for the actual storyline but he has a war hammer. We mostly likely will undergo this awesome sauce in late June when the knights of the round table arrive. Further updates with great grammar come soon maybe.

So, I figured since it’s been a while and everyone loves to listen to me talk, I can write another blog post. None of those touchy feely will-they-or-won’t-they things, but real manly stuff that men are into like steak and muscles cars. What should I talk about? Why don’t you give me a topic?

I’m waiting…

Seriously, what the nicklepickler?

Are you go-

Oh, I can’t interrupt you while you’re thinking?

Honestly!

Ok, screw it. Continue reading →

Sit down, my dear peasants. The queen is going to read you a story.

There once was a little boy named Bacon. He was a farmer’s son, who grew large fields of various pork meats–bacon being the majority of the crops. One day, Bacon was skipping through the beautiful red-and-white-striped fields of his father’s bacon farm, smelling the wonderful aroma that of which was bacon. But on that fateful day, he had tripped upon a bacon root and face-planted into the dirt. When the little boy got up, he realized he had better things to do than riskily skip through the bacon fields. He decided…to run into the village of Baconavia, that in which he resided, and shout some words.

“The Bacon-killers are coming!” The boy cried with all his little brains. “The Bacon-killers are coming!”

The Baconavians rushed out of their houses, crying and running for the hills, taking all the bacon they could carry. But when they realized Continue reading →