The surgeon general would like to inform you that blowfish, when not properly prepared, can cause serious illness or death. Inhalation of correction fluid and ingestion of bleach is also not reccommended. Click here for something INSANE, but (depending on your sense of humour) hysterical!
Homer Says: (If Homer says something different since the last time you were at this page, it's been updated!)
"Look at all those non-skybox losers down there watching hockey without sushi *pfff*... if you can call that hockey."
Updates: I'm slowly getting over the loss of Curby. It's a grieving process, friends. Time and Jell-O heal all wounds. No pictures of Curby uploaded as of yet. That coming and more updates to my friends. Oh, right, updates. I added a t-shirt message compilation to "various other junk" and a fruitcake thing to my seldom-updated recipes.
~*Concert Reviews*~ |
~*Song Parodies*~ |
~*Bored?*~ |
~*Me, myself and I*~ |
~*Twisted survey*~ |
~*Pick-up Lines*~ |
~*Story Corner*~ |
~*Linx*~ |
~*Various Other Junk*~ |
~*Whacked-out Recipes*~ |
~*Miscellaneous Sounds*~ |
~*Useless Facts*~ |
~*See a llama*~ |
Hey, I'm open to suggestions! I need all the help I can get! (oh, how could you tell?). So why not drop me a line at Flowerchild24@hotmail.com and tell me how much this page sucks?
ATTENTION!!! Click here for a special notice from Manda and see if you can help her out
Y'all come back now, ya hear? And always, always remember:
~In the pie of life, there are no spectators. Drivers Wanted.~
The "Fine Print"
Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the disclaimer(Pppff... that wasn't even mine...) I'm aware it may be pointless to write all this since I don't believe any legal people will be inspecting this site and I don't think I'll get sued for anything here in the near future. Still, I've got to tell you all that I'm simply the html person. Very little (only the fave people section and my little paragraphs) of this site was written by me. I simply think up the sections and you, the visitors, and my virtuous friends Manda and Bula (AND ESPECIALLY JIMA!!!!~happy?~) submit wonderful stories, concert reviews, and song parodies. Anything that wasn't written by visitors or friends is either heard on the radio, e-mailed to me, seen at another website or collected from various other sources which I've lost track of. Are you still reading this? I'm happy, because here's where it starts to get interesting. What kind of stories do I have to tell today? Hmmm... my life has been rather uneventful, so I'll make one up. Once upon a time there was a magical sparkly kitty cat named Bofficulatus the 23rd. He was a happy kitty, and being so, he would frolic through the woods nearby the toast-constructed shanty town he called home and say hi to the cheerfully yellow flowers. One bright, sunny, day, this happy little kitty skipped into the woods and had many engaging and wonderful conversations with the forest creatures, who were also very happy. They all greeted our kitty friend with the warmest smiles and jolly laughter. All in all it was a very pleasant day. That is, until a giant meteor struck the shanty town and killed everything in its path. The moral? Rorschach tests are frighteningly accurate.
