Mood:
cheekyNow Playing: siamese twins
Just as a loaf of month old bread becomes a living breathing organism attempting to collect the most of green mold in the kitchen, so to does a child become a collector of candy wrappers only to achieve a petty prize destined for garbage...thats when those losers appeared...stupid witch.
I, Barnabas, was sitting around in my lounging attire, drinking my brandy and smoking cigars whilst talking about the Java Queen with Quentin when we stumbled upon a candy theory. This was destined to be more influential than the string cheese theory that Steven Hawking types about... sidebar I like the singing cowboy with a hole in his throat, I miss him. Now I enjoy a tootsie roll every now and then just like everyone else; however, in mid tarry chew during a 
discussion on genocide (it's like an everyday topic...talk about cheery) it dawned on me...Tutsi...Tootsie..Tutsi..Tootsie TUTSI! Tutsi ROLL! Would the revered Tootsie Roll company really be the sponsor of such an awful act...would they be the ones to cash in like this...would they, could they be the ones?? Gerard took it one step further and suggested that the "child friendly" Tootsie Roll Pop really meant Tutsi, Roll, POP! Such a strong suggestion by a feeble, weak man...I bet he becomes a head in a box, he iis so worthless. Gerard stated that the pop meant gun and the roll was the roll down the hill in fresh daisies singing...or rolling down dead. I don't know, I don't listen to that gutless human. Worthless 
Quentin suggested that the owl which spends its nights hooting and whoing symbolizes Hutu. I don't know about him everyone knows you shouldn't listen to a loser werewolf. Bah go cry in your brandy. Oh well the day is breaking and I need to get back to my crypt before the soundman trips over the mic wires.
I saw this awesome book the other day as I was walking home. So this is either high quality fanfic mixed with cosplay or Jeff Rovin is playing a cruel trick on me again...all because he sucks at Nobunga
So I had fun visiting with the villagers of the Pacific. I even got to try on one of their ceremonial hats. It smelled of urine and cats. I'm guessing its a dinner hat.
This is the rendition of Sinbad and Phil totally luving it up with a burger!
irritated
sux....