Monday, August 01, 2005

scores of animals were harmed in the process of creating this post, after which they were staked through the heart and then roasted over a lazy fire.

hello people. i wonder, have i ever mentioned my hatred for all things cute and furry?




while the world fell in love with a little yellow canary named tweety, i vomitted, choked and died on my own blood. granted, he's feathery, not furry. but what difference does it make? now, how many of you out there have always thought that tweety was a female? that's right. this thing here is actually testosterone-laden. in other words, he's a fag. now take a second look.




you'd never have guessed, huh. please sylvester, it's been what? one, two decades? eat tweety fucking bird and be done with it.

"i tawt i taw a puddy tat... i did! i did! but sylvester has failed to eat me for the past 98653 years so what the heck."

"chomp!"



and here's dear old pooh bear. the theiving bugbear who steals honey from bees. the pain in the ass. the jaundiced creature who always manages to get his head stuck in a honey pot.

speaking of which, you'd think he'd learnt by now that sticking his head in is always easier than getting it out. but nooo. some people never learn.




idiot child.

now we've come to the devil's incarnate himself.


the demon lord b'harne, servant of the malevolent alien high mgus of lra, has commenced his assault on the human race. under the benevolent guise of the children's television host barney the dinosaur, b'harne seeks to destroy the minds of children and adults and bind them to his tyranical will. once he has made mindless slaves of humanity, b'harne will rule the earth with an iron talon.
jihad



somebody should tell this kid's mom.
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