Metal Reviews

Pays the bills, I suppose.

I hate how hard it is for people to understand that wasting my time listening to music, reading and playing computer games is all I want to do with my life right now and when I get sick of it I'll look into other stuff

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I bought another parrot today. She is a Kakariki, and her name is Riki. I hope to breed her with my male Kakariki - whose name is Kaki. When I put them together Kaki went like this;
kikikikikikikikikikikikikikikikikikikikiki
and Riki went
kikikikikikikikikikikikikikikikikikikikiki
(HWAH)
and then they had sex right in front of me.

Pix plz

I'll take some tomorrow and post them. Plus you can see my giant aviary.

actually today i was making a copy of the Statistics book and a woman with a loud parrot walked in, i immediately thought of you

is it normal for people to walk their parrots?

Depends on the parrot. If you have a larger sized one which is very tame, you can walk around the streets with it on your shoulder. Anything smaller than, say, a cockatiel would be too jittery and panic.

Strange.....girl, obviously >__<

Well;
It's late so I'll try to make this brief.

I went to my homo mate's housewarming tonight. Things were off to a bad start when wifey bailed because of a headache. Things became even less comfortable when I showed up first. To begin with the house looked like a fucking crack haven or something, but the real problem was when I was sitting there on the festy couch and two of my mate's homos turned up. These guys were real gay. This was the first time I ever met them, and I was left alone with them as the host went off to get ashtrays and shit.

There was this uncomfortable silence. What do you say? So, sucked any good dick lately? I waited impatiently for my two straight mates to arrive. There was a knock on the door, and two more gays turn up. So I am sitting on a giant sofa with five homosexuals, and each one had a handshake that felt like a flaccid cock. They are looking me up and down while stroking each other, and everytime I reach for the chips I try to make my wedding ring as visible as possible. Tick tock tick tock tick tock. Eventually my other two mates show up and things become more relaxed.

So a conversation about video games starts up and the man-on-man fondling subsides a bit. Then the owner of the house (some stinking hippie) and his wife come home and put on some hippie festival bullshit dvd. After seeing a genuine African tribal dance I made a comment along the lines of;
"Wow, it's good that they actually have some legitimate culture there as well as thousands of drug-fucked white kids pretending to be Native Americans for a weekend." Didn't exactly raise a smile.

Anyway, that's about it. The three of us vagina fanciers unanimously agreed to leave, and my gay mate had the nerve to call me "darling" as I left.

I need a shower.

Don't be a homophobe.

so your gay friend had a housewarming party at someone else's place?

Yes. He moved in with the hippie couple.

And before the whole homophobe replies come in, consider this;
Imagine your parents having sex.
Is it wrong? No.
Is it evil? No.
Should they be prevented in doing it? No.
Do they have a right to do it? Yes.
Is it gross to think about? Yes.
Because you think it's gross, does this mean that deep down you have a latent desire to have sex with your parents? Hell no.

Kinda how I'd expect to feel after coming home from work starving and then getting in a fight with kelsey

awww, *strokes hair* it'll be ok noodles

Had a bit of an adventure this morning.

As I was pulling in my driveway after work I noticed that there was a party up the road and the street was lined with cars. No biggie, being a saturday night and all. Plus that house is always having parties. So I go inside and end up playing Advance Wars on Nintendo DS until about 4am.

So when the kookaburras start up you know that dawn is not far off. So I turn off the DS and the bedside lamp and prepare to go to sleep. As I'm laying there I keep hearing this metallic grinding sound from outside. At first I ignore it, but since it obviously sounded like someone was outside physically making this noise I began to get suspicious.

I get up and look out my loungeroom window and see two guys across the street taking it in turns in trying to get the ignition box open in a red Torana they had just broken into. WTF? So I quietly open my front door and sneak out onto the balcony for a better look. Yep, no doubt about it, these cunts were trying to steal the car. I had a torch on me and was going to shine it on them with a dapper, "Need a hand boys?" but I thought fuck that, I'm calling the cops.

So after calling the cops I go back out onto my balcony and have a seat, ready to enjoy the unfolding events. These two turds kept working away at the ignition when in a few minutes a patrol car come screaming down the road and spotlights them. The two do a runner up the street and the cops are out on foot chasing them. They were out of sight for a while until the cops come back with one of them in cuffs; throwing him in the back of the car.

Another cop car pulls up and I hear them sy that the other dude was somewhere in the next street, so off it goes with lights flashing. Then a group of the people from the party come down to see what all the fuss is about, and it turns out that it was one of the guy's car that was broken into. After a while I went down and introduced myself as the guy who saw it all going on and called the police. The party guys were soooooo drunk and in between telling me that the two villians had actually gatecrashed the party and were trying to pick fights, and that they regularly had run ins of this sort of nature with them, they offered me great thanks and many beers.

So at some point I have to go down the station and give a statement. The only thing is I'm sure the guy in the back of the police car saw which house I came from. Not to worry, I have two guard dogs and an arsenal of medieval weapons.

Tlaloc = 1. Villiany = 0.

haha, ownage. low-life pieces of shit.

How'd you do it, Stanley?

I hope Wanky isn't a compulsive liar because his stories are so awesome that if I ever found out they were fake I'd probably kill myself but only after killing Zad and defiling his corpse.

I swear by the ancient Aztec gods I have never told a false story.