Sorry for no posts

Hey people,

Sorry I haven’t posted anything yet this weekend even though I had a couple of things scheduled. It’s been kinda hectic over the past week on account of starting a new quarter, work, and the water heater in my house breaking and flooding my room. Not the most fun way to spend a week, although I did get to go to Emerald City Comic Con earlier today. I was going to try my best to write something tonight, but I have been feeling terrible ever since I got back from the convention center and I am probably dying or something. Hopefully I stop dying by the time morning and I can be rejuvenated and ready to write something stupid about John Kasich or whatever, but worst case I will find SOMETHING to post.

Goodnight and hopefully I don’t die,
Me

Hey I Didn’t Write What I Was Supposed To

Yeah, I’ve been doing shit so I didn’t write the Star Wars essay. Oops. I’ll write it and post it probably on Sunday. Instead of that, here is an angry YouTube comment about the Bene Gessirit from Dune.

that hairless hag bitch annoys the shit out of me. ..bitch. she’s ugly and mouthy throughout the whole movie.. which would be ok if she wasn’t a total dipshit asshole who forces her ass breathe ideology on the Duke.. Cuz he’s death eternal! ..bitch. SILENCE! I keel yuuu. At least she looks better than Baron Boyle Boils.


..bitch

[Election ‘016] Kasich and Tired of Coming Up with Stupid Puns

John Kasich dove behind a large chunk of sandstone, narrowly avoiding the gaze of the spotlight that surveyed the periphery of the base. He knew that inside this facility, past the barbed wire fences and layers of concrete, the Iranians were building something unspeakable, and if the government wasn’t going to do anything about it then he was. The spotlight made a second pass and he was off, a black blur scurrying toward the length of chainlink right below the guard tower. Kasich rustled through his utility belt for the correct tool. Garrote? No. Knockout drops? No. EMP grenade? No. Swiss Army knife? Bingo. This was the most important tool in one’s survival belt and John knew that it would come in handy at some point. Koosook flipped Kasich out the wire cutter tool and got to work on the fence. He was in.

[Election ‘016 022] Kasich and Tired of Coming Up with Stupid Puns

John Kasich dove behind a large chunk of sandstone, narrowly avoiding the gaze of the spotlight that surveyed the periphery of the base. He knew that inside this facility, past the barbed wire fences and layers of concrete, the Iranians were building something unspeakable, and if the government wasn’t going to do anything about it then he was. The spotlight made a second pass and he was off, a black blur scurrying toward the length of chainlink right below the guard tower. Kasich rustled through his utility belt for the correct tool. Garrote? No. Knockout drops? No. EMP grenade? No. Swiss Army knife? Bingo. This was the most important tool in one’s survival belt and John knew that it would come in handy at some point. Koosook flipped Kasich out the wire cutter tool and got to work on the fence. He was in.