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Now I'll really tell you my ancient B Theory. Really.

Have you ever noticed how all the words that start with a B are ridiculous?
Blog, broccoli, bad, ball, brian, beetroot, band-aid, banana, bimbo, banquet, badger, binoculars, biscuit, Bernard, balloon, bizarre, barroque, bastard, bovine, bubble, bonbon, button, bengal, bjork, brute, beaver, basque, biafra, boot, brigadeer, bitch, boobs, blanket, body, bar, branch, barf, bug, burp, booger, bounce, biggot, barn, beyond, bulbous, bag, bunyon, bill cosby, band, bong, billow, bowling, baloney, buttocks, etc.

It is also true if we change the names of things:
bellog's born blakes, badonna, bid bock, bew bork bicks, bean-baul baultier, bohn berry, bandy boore, bunter b. bhomson, B. Bcott Bitzgerald, the batrix, etc.

So there.

I will now announce my ancient B Theory.
Turns out I won't anymore. Bye.

new brifney single with madonna:

amakona kootchi kootchi
amalooka looky lah
amatooka nootchi pah
goma kooka loochi lah
gonna get in the zoooooone-ah

omakalokafalukalukaluka seenasoh
omalakafalishalukanuka telassoh

In this world of images ride the melon ride the melon yes because i have absolutely no reason as most and look i used a preposition supository which is always a fun thing take my turnip you must learn to seethe and feelthe in the shower arrives first jacques the strippeur and then it is right there that all things turn to putty and call for me that i wont arrive as the cars exhaust pipe smelling of lemon that only exists tomorrow.

I like to see people at restaurants having trouble choosing their steak sauce: spicy sauce or chocolate crepe?

Luis Represas says: "I believe in recycled plastic"

Merry christmas to you too, cat.

Lots of christmas carols this year! Yes, the National Choir of Bong Smokers will roam every city of North America during the night, making everyone's sleep very whimsical indeed. Any extra boots, eletrical appliances or cats that people might very kindly throw at them as a means of saying "thank you" will be donated to the Children of Broken Homes fund.

In baseball, a new rule is being worked on. It's called The Umpire Strikes Back.

There have recently been news about a new and worrying pathology of psychosomatic disorder. The Linkin Parkinson Syndrome mainly attacks young people less than 21 years of age. Many suffer from this unexpected disease, but the number is yet uncertain. It is frequent to see its victims hide this disorder, but is even more frequent to watch young people admit it publicly.
Symptoms include screaming loudly and unexpectedly for a reasonable amount of time, repetition of daily routines with undertones of conditioned reflex - they tend to do the same -, narsisization of pain and wearing silly baseball caps.
Please help erradicate this disease, by sending all your money to:

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A quick word to the memory of Ivgeny Ivgeny. Even though we just bet he isn't dead yet - those russians are tough nuts to crack. Sidney Francis felt a great deal of love and friendship for him. However, he has never given him money. But we could often see him in his living room, sitting on the couch, through long lost nights, watching Ivgeny's movies in his head. Of course this means he would have to take off his cap to do so... a rare moment of Francis, who doesn't even take it off for his daily shower, and much less when he bathes in beaver milk, accompanied by his 6 sumerian origin lady bathers. "Sumerian?" you ask. I thought I had explained that time and Francis do not go together. How could it be so: Francis doesn't use cell phones.

Portuguese television has shown the Titanic movie sometime this past week. This once again goes to show the cosmic influence of this blog.

Once again it has differently geklunkt. Können machen sagen können machen sagen können machen sagen können machen sagen können machen sagen können machen sagen können machen sagen können machen sagen können machen sagen können machen sagen können machen sagen. fzzz fzzz

And the city is appears until the sun. Have some beansprout. The flute player did not want the coin and said played did not take took not any something he only a last time however this time he rats, he the children.

Due to the most recent development in the Iraqui war, the USA have decided to launch a new product: Smoked Saddami. Which is new, since americans won't eat purée this year. I'm glad they're less puritan. In Portugal, we will launch the hermaphrodite and eunuch bulls.

I would like to say that this whole catholic fanaticism is really beginning to worry me. There's a new milkshake franchise in the US, originally based in Minneapolis. "For Christ's Shakes" bases itself on the theory that Jesus Christ drank one milkshake a day, which explained his skinny looks. It is thought that He made them Himself with a secret recipe and that its flavour was divine. The thousands of flavours include sandal, lavender, strawberry & incense, pinapple & papyrus, host flavour, lamb, and myrrh. Saturday discounts for members of the clergy. I say enough of this fanaticism! It's unhealthy.

On the fresh news about the sequel to Titanic being made soon - Titanic II: the underwater city, I must say I couldn't be happier. I'm totally obsessed by Titanic. I can't get enough of it. It was just such a big mistery, it was such a huge ship and it sunk because it ran into an iceberg. It sounds like a simple story but it isn't! There's so much to tell: it was a big boat; ran into an iceberg; and it sunk! And we're left thinking: many people drowned and there weren't enough lifeboats! I think all the nations in the world should build a titanic! I don't know how many countries there are in the world... 204? Let's say 400. Could be. 400 titanics lined up on San Francisco bay! And off they go! Toot toot! Let's see who's the best country! I think you should be taught about it in schools! Special subject! At the world's best universities! Oxford! Yale! Titanic! How many questions are there about the Titanic?? How fucking big was it?? Which amount of water did it dislodge?? If we were at sea level and looked at the top of the fucking mast, what would the distance be?? How many people could it hold?? If we had to run, I dunno, from room 144 through the deck until the captains cabin, how long would we take?? What would the distance be?? Why did we go there?? Why was the fucking ship so stupidly huge?? The kids would love it.

Oh and I hated the movie! And I knew the ending!

I am very happy to announce that the extremely successful WHAT IS A BLOG blog is now interactive. Well, almost, but at least you can now contact me. I am a very lonely person. So leave me a couple of lines on my email. And the more unknown you are to me, the better! A friendly hug.

The other day I heard that some Portuguese students found evidence (or "feces", really) of the existence of the supposedly extinct iberic lynx (iberic means both from portugal and spain, the iberic peninsula, for all you foreign people). To help the cause, I have started a new site, in order to protect the nearly extinct species: www.ibericlinks.pt
I know this isn't funny, but since I'm not getting paid anyways, I don't care.

This is the reality. Not that one, full of references to Rembrandt and glasses of milk. Yes, torture me with your cereal, as you lay me on a bed of little chocolate shells that make little holes on my back.
I must protest against the comments I get on my neighbour sites. It's true that we all smell bad, but we don't have to share the same deodorant, right?
Plug my nostrils with choco crispies and glue cork flakes on my eyebrows.
To tell you the truth, I don't mind. I was only joking. I do the same. Don't do onto others what you don't want to do onto others, but do them what you really want to, even if they don't like it. This is a very true principle.
Oh how I rejoice when you dip my feet in lemon yoghurt. The lemon bits get under my toenails and I get the shivers.
For that, I shall see you soon and don't forget to spend lots of kopeks this Christmas.