MrHoatzin

May the internet treat you well yet another year.

Now if only the website would load, I would be a happy acolyte...I think we killed your site.

Jake, take it down.

The biggest bulshit in this whole adbusters thing is embodied in the fact that their awfully poor-asian-country-friendly anti-logo sneaker has a fucking logo. It is a white fucking spot. I love generic things, but I hate adbusters. Pretentious garbage.

I'm freakin' out, man. This whole store thing has caught me off guard... Well... I thought it was not supposed to just appear out in the open one moment...

So, what exactly is your major malfunction, syntheticnumbnuts?

At least he will never have to shave again.

While walking out of Chipotle earlier today I saw an old man with a cane twist his ankle and keel over sideways. I grimaced and walked away. I did so because at least six other people saw it happen and ran to his aid. For me to go up to the scene of the accident as well would've been a very vulturish thing to do, I reasoned. Besides, they didn't need me in particular as I have absolutely no skills or arcane knowledge that may prove useful in the situation. Sure, I was bigger and possibly stronger than any one other person there present, I could've easily held up the little old man, but there were six of them. So why do I feel awful now? Last thing I saw before I turned my head away was the old man wiggling as he gestured that he was ok to the people bending down into his rheumatic frame.

HAHAHAHAHHAHA...

Oooh! Since we're talking about clothing, that old dude in that one series of comercials for that one dating service -- best suits I've ever seen. I would not mind it in the least if people peddling games and game platforms looked like dapper gangsters.

Who is Eric Zimmerman again?

The proverbial quiet drunk chicks™ can never be equated with a proper night out.

I quite often move back and forth between bum clothes and hip stuff. I wear flannel with pride as I do this really stylish and queer sweater that I have.

*Checks IPs*

If I were the only person there, I would've helped. Every time I get together with my friends and we go barhopping, I am invariably the only one who feels he has to look after the quiet chick that drank too much. The proverbial quiet chick that drank too much will often think it apt to tell me how much she always liked my beard, or how she thought when she first met me that I was a harsh asshole, but then learned to appreciate the input, or how she adores Irish car bombs... And I am annoyed because one cannot talk with drunk people when sober. On a related note, right now I am sober but delirious due to sleep deprivation. I have slept so little lately that I look like a tired zombie.

I love M. One of my favourite Peter Lorre movies. Oddly enough, the man had a real voice in that one. Metropolis is too ridiculous. It is almost amazing the two movies were done by the same person.

I like Otto Asphiksia the most. Even though it is a little girlish. All are sortof fruity -- none as rugged as Kingsley Cunningham.

You do understand me!

They can be the subsidiary of satan himself, for all I care. The store was the only food place in the vicinity that I felt made even remotely edible food.

Good burritos, man. Just felt like not explaining what Chipotle was but giving the unenlightened some reference.

We love you man! Don't do it!

Such as Marek Bronstring and James Spafford? Nobody seems to know Moos' name (Peter Winckles, right?) and I really ought to go by my real name more often. It's just that I see it as too unwieldy, unpronounceable and flat -- no ring to it whatsoever. Kingzjester is only slightly less awful as a use name... I should probably start going by Kingsley Cunningham or something like that.