right, perhaps not the best place to create a negative view of the old pongcuters and the games which go along with them. so wish me luck...
i am not the biggest fan of computer games in general. i find the games boring. sitting there looking at a screen and trying to make little men walk and run and jump and climb and everything else which you can do your self if you jst step outside. (everything except killing! well, you could do that but then im sure that someone might say something about it.) i do realise that there is some fun to be had when 'gaming' its just not the fun which i enjoy. so, with this in mind, pass me my call of duty and lets kill those nazis.
god is love x
Tuesday, 22 February 2011
Tuesday, 25 January 2011
Argumental!
Well, that was not fun. Don't get me wrong I do love to argue but when the other people are not listening to your points it does make it difficult to take your points seriously. Your all idiots!
Last week...
Last week was amazing!! I played a game called Privates. It was about the old sexy diseases (herpes and the like.) The idea may not sound attractive, but the game was so funny. You had to walk around people's 'privates' (get the name?) along with 3 other soldiers and shoot all the bad thing which you encountered. Levels included missions such as 'Escape to Mount Vagina' and 'Campaign in the Arse'. It was FANTASTIC!
Afterwards I was feeling a bit shagged and fagged, it being a morning of some energy expenditure so i stopped over the Karova Milk bar for a night cap. However, your humble narrator did not par take in the festivities, so bedways was right ways now. What an enjoyable day it was, oh my brothers.
good night my only friends
Afterwards I was feeling a bit shagged and fagged, it being a morning of some energy expenditure so i stopped over the Karova Milk bar for a night cap. However, your humble narrator did not par take in the festivities, so bedways was right ways now. What an enjoyable day it was, oh my brothers.
good night my only friends
Tuesday, 18 January 2011
Big bad john
Every mornin' at the mine you could see him arriveHe stood six foot six and weighed 2-45Kinda broad at the shoulder and narrow at the hipAnd everybody knew you didn't give no lip to Big John(Big John Big John) Big Bad John (Big John)Nobody seemed to know where John called homeJust drifted into town and stayed all aloneHe didn't say much he kinda quiet and shyAnd if you spoke at all you just said hi to Big JohnSomebody said he came from New OrleansWhere he got in a fight over a Cajun QueenAnd a crashin' blow from a huge right handSent a Louisiana fellow to the Promised Land Big John(Big John Big John) Big Bad John (Big John)Then came the day at the bottom of the mineWhen a timber cracked and men started cryin'Miners were prayin' and hearts beat fastAnd everybody thought that they'd breath their last cept JohnThrough the dust and the smoke of this man made hellWalked a giant of a man that the miners knew wellGrabbed a saggin' timber and gave out with a groanAnd like a giant oak tree he just stood there alone Big John(Big John Big John) Big Bad John (Big John)And with all of his strenght he have a mighty shoveThen a miner yelled out there's a light up aboveAnd twenty men Scrambled from a would be graveNow there's only one left down there to save Big JohnWith jacks and timbers they started back downThen came that rumble way down in the groundAnd the smoke and gas belched out of the mineEverybody knew it way the end of the line for Big John(Big John Big John) Big Bad John (Big John)Now they never reopened that worthless pitThey just placed a marbled stand in front of itThese few words're written on that standAt the bottom of this mine lies a big big man Big John(Big John Big John) Big Bad John (Big John Big John) Big Bad John
Tuesday, 11 January 2011
Well, well, well
My, my, it has been a long time. So, yeah, good. What can be said, i'm sorry i havn't blogged for a while, been kinda busy. well that isn't true. just don't get this stuff. with that in mind, maybe i should write something...
Another year has passed, im a little older, a little wiser. did you know that if you killed a man in the dead of winter steam will rise from the body. Native Americans thought this was his soul escaping the body. The world is a messed up place. why is it if you kill a man in battle its called heroic, but if you kill a man in the heat of passion its called murder? maybe too many quotes from wayne's world. It's like people only do things because they get paid, and thats really sad. i can't talk about this any more it's giving me a head ache. Here take two of these. ah nuprin, little yellow different.
Increase the peace
Another year has passed, im a little older, a little wiser. did you know that if you killed a man in the dead of winter steam will rise from the body. Native Americans thought this was his soul escaping the body. The world is a messed up place. why is it if you kill a man in battle its called heroic, but if you kill a man in the heat of passion its called murder? maybe too many quotes from wayne's world. It's like people only do things because they get paid, and thats really sad. i can't talk about this any more it's giving me a head ache. Here take two of these. ah nuprin, little yellow different.
Increase the peace
Wednesday, 18 November 2009
Glogging the crap out of you
Really?? Glogging?? Are you sure? Okay then. Yet another thing I have never ever heard of, and another task set.
So, hopefully my 'Glog' will be an insight into, what I think, are the coolest or main inventions of the 20th Century. Fingers crossed it will contain some interesting pictures, slideshows and information packs. So, let's get glogging.
Peaceout players
So, hopefully my 'Glog' will be an insight into, what I think, are the coolest or main inventions of the 20th Century. Fingers crossed it will contain some interesting pictures, slideshows and information packs. So, let's get glogging.
Peaceout players
Wednesday, 11 November 2009
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