Thursday, Mar. 13, 2003 - 9:37 p.m.

Gnomes... annoy me now. I can't think of an ending for the story, so they can stay locked in that cell for an eternity, probably. An example to my lack of ... meh.

I'm too lazy to carry on writing that, can't be bothered.

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Splor.

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I can't help but think that monkeys made the right decision staying in the trees when they did, I mean, monkeys live, they eat, and nobody really wages war on them (apart from those psycho chimps, who raid other chimp villages, and probably monkey villages too, and kill the population). You never see a starving monkey on TV, do you? When was the last time monkeys killed each other because of religion? Or money?

...I don't know why I'm writing this, I have a headache, and ... I don't know why I'm writing it.

Bob the monkey was a happy monkey. Happy with joy. He smiled, he danced, he soiled his pants. Um... no he didn't. He had no pants. He was a pantsless monkey. OhGodKillMeNow. So, yes, he had a waistcoat and a fez, as is traditional for monkeys... and... he... danced. Dancedy danced danced. DANCE DANCE DANCE DANCE. Nobody liked the monkey. One day monkey meet doggy! Doggy go WOOF WOOF and monkey go OOOOOK and then doggy go AAAAR and monkey go OOOOOK and then doggy bite monkey and hold onto monkey with teeth and shake monkey body about and monkey go dead!!!!!!!

....frpaturtle.

THIS. UPDATE. IS. A. BAD. UPDATE.

(Butatleastit'sanupdate)