hello folks! my name is dr3arms, the wonderful maker of all things friggin possible! i call **** on that like i call **** on the oscars. so ****! but this isnt really the time or place to be ranting off the wheel about the fact the white stripes is just as much an emo band as a pair of suicidals going shopping for an upturned running lawn mower. yes let the eeriness see into your minds like a drug induced fart session from chris farley. now bend to my will bendy straws! for the future is nigh, and my knees are nigh as well, because i am handicapped.

moreo r less to the point of absurdite is the fine point that were all in the shitter at the moment. every one of us will eventualy get punched in the face, by a homeless midget, and then well look like ben afleck with botch nose surgery. THE **** HORROR! but not before we really let loose the hounds of hell by stating thatn ot only am i getting shnockered while writing this, but im naked as well. and have a boner. thats right, a **** boner. and you know what that boners doing right now? hes writing a little blog himself. something by charles dickens i think. maybe ahab and the white whale can go to jenny craig before bill butler decides to **** on everyones parade. because you know hell do something stupid before he offs himself like lacey peterson.... oh wait, she was shot in the face by her husband.

michael jackson.

you know htere was going to be a mj reference osme where. and the words "i beleive i can touch the sky" arent reffering to want to reach for impossible odds. he wants to touch a kid name sky. because mjs a bastard like that, and if theres anything weve learned from bastards is that there sharp as hell and long in length. trust me, i have a bastard sword. and its **** huge.

just like richard simmons **** ego. man can you beleive that guy with his "im a pony! im a pony! fat people need loving too! im a pony!" look people, im not sure what the **** this guys problem is, its only a matter or life or twinkies for him. and i would choose the twinky. because ho hos are evil and the charge too much for a blow job! and then they **** botch it to hell because there fifty andl ive in florida where the orderlees beat them half to death.

it too is a strange and wonderfull paradise to which all things can be made as one, where emo people and bastards like mj can touch people named sky in unspeakable ways! it really is a pleasuring experience.... and i just **** myself right there. i dont know why i said what i said, but i said it. and now itso ut there. for the whole world to **** themselves over. namely because im drunk and its fifty words too late to go back. i cant go back once ive written it or all the progress ive made thus far will be for naught. dread naught.

dread naught, dreadnaughts, oh that gives me a **** awesome idea for infinite web! dreadnaughts! i completely forgot about those little things! well big things, dreadnaughts are **** huge warships that have millions of cannons and a gaybar somewhere between the first and seventh ball loading decks. oh i knew youd enjoy that joke as we all do on occasion. i think its pleasantly surprising that weve gotten this far into the series with out any SERIOUS **** ups.

although i did make the mistake of posting in xds colony last night and it pissed him off really **** bad. but hes over it and were back on good terms. although delmer is being a douche about things lately, i read his chapters that he wrote a while back and the bastard completly ratted me out! this is why i had to throw there laptops into the nearby lake! its true! i never meant to actually throw them in there, but of course they left me with no other choice!

its like they say, if you live in a ten story house, with eight storys below the ground, then your uncle had some pretty **** up contruction workers on crack. its not my problem, but xd seems l to like the fact that everythings all gloomy as hell. he does his best work there! it really is wonderful stuff, though  im starting to rethink the whole lowercase thing. maybe after i get done with this, ill edit it? naaaaah. too much time and iver got plenty of work to do already. its a fun little tidbit to know that devin and delmer are actually childhood friends. its true, they grew up together in the bronx, so there demeanor is kinda stuffy but after a while they chilled out and there we were!

good times all around.

but enough about that, now i just want to write whatever thoughts come into my little mind. well big mind. you cant exactly have a msall mind or else what would be the point of living? the basic of all human or otherwise normal living is to expand ones horizon. of course this never means that by any lentgth or meter that we are expempt.... yes i know, bad spelling, get over it cheeseliker. andyes... i had forgotten all about him... or her... which ever it is i think ill talk about thatp erson for a while. see what i did there? i used that person in place of male or female, there by saving myself some conderable time. there  by adding to the  total mess youll have to read before getting to the end of this little bastard.

not that i mind at all. in fact, i quite like this little mind trip im going down at the moment. with xd busy trying to figure out if the fridge door is actually a mirror, because it is, no ones told him just yet. i think i will right now... now hes combing his hair in it. what the **** is that guys problem. give him a mirror and he **** goes vain and ****, like hes not worthy of his hair. which is why hes into the whole littery vamps things. damned twilight. damned romantic emo vamps going "we get all sparkly!" if they go into thel ight. omfg!