I’m a lot like the egg in this episode of Weebl and Bob.

‘Plus, I’m rather handy with my fists…’

Well, Saturday morning…and by the lack of posts last night, maybe some of you thought that I had things to do. Well, you’re absolutely WRONG.

The life of Froyd seems to be like a fine wine, namely the longer you keep it cooped up, the better the taste. Or at least that’s what I’m hoping it is. I’m definitely hoping it isn’t like a fetid pile of garbage that is avoided as long as possible…

Oh well. I got my room cleaned, laundry done, my desktop computer all ready with windows 95 installed on a second hard drive(for all my DOS games, woohoo!), got my bathroom cleaned and the christmas tree taken down.

And I went to sleep at 10:30. It was a GLORIOUS sleep as well. Slept all night. As usual.

Now though, I have to go to work, that place that sucks all the soul from me and transforms me into a horrible angry person. Oh wait, no…that’s not work, that’s waking up. My bad. Expect posts throughout the day from a bored Froyd.

The UN is worried about the Nuclear Black Market. I say “Gimme gimme gimme! I want one of them mushroom cloud thingys!”

That’s right, FBI, CIA, and MI-6(hell toss the KGB in there too). The country of Froyd wants Nukes! Now what are you going to do? Sanction me?

Please. My trailer house is IMPERVIOUS to sanctioning! My Minister of Defense will see you in Hell!

I could smack penguins all day!

In a plan to perhaps save the Hubble Space Telescope, the chief of NASA was persuaded by lots of people to review his decision to junk the telescope.

Rumors fly that at the end of the review, he will clean off his glasses with the help of a space shuttle crew, and replace one of the lenses so he can see better. Then he’ll come to the decision that the telescope should be saved…if only because the pictures it sends back are so damned cool.

Robin Givens is accused of hitting an 89 year old pedestrian in a crosswalk. Following in the footsteps of her former husband Mike Tyson who often beat people unable to defend themselves, witnesses at the scene recall her saying ‘The bitch had it coming!’ in a lilting, childlike voice,.

THere is no investigate.

Use the force, pasadena!

This is one stupid kid.

Mindless Ranting at the kid who can’t hear me(skip if you want):
The video game manuals say ‘get up and stretch for 15 minutes every hour of playing”, COMMON-F’ING-SENSE tells you to get up and move once in a while! I guess the first one can be excused because you’re probably too goddamned dumb to be able to read!

And the second, well, it seems that that is a valuable commodity nowadays.

Time for sleep! Time for sleep! Wheeee!

I had kumdo today, followed by some Mario and Luigi Superstar Saga. Woohoo. Been a long day.

I’ve had moments like this with my cat, but usually what breaks it is silent and deadly, not a burp.

Sharks apparently aren’t attacking many people anymore. Hopefully its because the amount of goddamned idiots in the past years have strengthened the genetic pool more.

I doubt it though. I mean, JELLYFISH kill more people yearly than sharks!

Sharks are our friends, people. Like Skoora, the gentle shark.

I’ve got to comment.

Is it just me, or is this a case of ‘out of the frying pan, into the fire?’

Many apologies, I couldn’t help myself.

Ok, so I go to this article which has the title “Flower Power could help clear landmines”, with the thought in mind that those damned hippies could be made to march over the landmines, thus making the world better(by not being around) and safer(by blowing the land mines).

But hells no! They lied! The article is about some freakin’ Danes coming up with some flowers that could detect landmines.

Something is rotten in the state of Denmark.

that this was the first case of Nature’s new offensive on mankind? The first…suicide bomb?

Vultures are dying off due to a drug used by vets. That’ll teach those damned vultures.

Who’s circling around the dying carcasses now, bitches?