Zhanga: December 23, 2004
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Tim, I bow down to you for your ability to pwn Bill, hard. Every time. You are awesome.
Here is a sampling of Tim's comments on my site as well as what caused them:
| Bill | Tim |
| stupid little furry animals aren't fun but they are fun to shoot |
Bill- I'm pretty sure any small furry animal could kick your ass if you ever tried to shoot it. hApPy HoLiDaYz!~~~~~~kekekek^^ |
| y r u burning ur rejection letter? u should hang it on the wall to remind urself that no matter how smart u think u r, certain schools still don't want u |
Bill, you beat off to pictures of David's ass. Your speaking privelges have been suspended indefinitely. |
| Bill: u r such a dumbass | Wow, Bill. When you get served to the point that your only retort is to call David a dumbass...it's time to leave the planet. |
| get glasses if ur blind | BILL STOP TALKING |
I'm going to have to agree with all of them. Especially the furry animal one... especially if the furry animal happens to be a ferocious Fox.
I discovered that my cell phone works fine when I talk to people I don't really to talk to, but it dies every five minutes if I'm talking to someone I actually like talking to. Will someone PLEASE shoot Murphy? I hate his law so much. It's screwed up every single hour of my waking life in some way or another.
My dad told me to put up the Christmas lights today because it's rather warm outside. Warm, my ass. Warm like my ears that were about to crack and fall off. They also made me wash the pond filter, which was gay because my hands had to take about ten minutes of zero humidity, high wind, cold weather... while soaked with almost-freezing pond water. That was COLD. My mom complained about me not wearing more, even though I obviously could not expect to clean a filter with warm gloves on.
Hmm, my dad's home. I better hide Sex for Dummies. I don't think he knows about this yet.
I'm almost done with college essays... maybe I should have written them sooner?
11:44PM
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I feel lame for being a Zhanga/Xanga stalker.
And I feel awed by Tim's awesomeness.
Gene on Friday, December 24, 2004 at 3:25 AM
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Will on Friday, December 24, 2004 at 3:45 AM
i like how bill thinks getting glasses will help you if your blind.
chaz on Friday, December 24, 2004 at 7:00 PM
i bet bill's gonna be one of the tops in his class
pat on Friday, December 24, 2004 at 7:47 PM
Cleaning the pool filter sounds like it was massive amounts of awesome. And cold. Fun stuff.
Merry Christmas Eve, sucker.
kt on Friday, December 24, 2004 at 10:35 PM
i didn't realize there was some idiot rebutting everything isay
he/she must have a lot of time on his/her hand(s)
Bill on Saturday, December 25, 2004 at 12:56 AM
Bill, it's time to shut up before that furry animal does. . .
Tim on Saturday, December 25, 2004 at 2:14 AM
Uhhh...whoever posted that as me is pretty stupid, because I was at my aunt's house with family at 11:14. I strongly suspect that it was Bill himself who wrote that, and so my reply is this:
Bill, when you have to fake my identity in order to avoid being owned, that's when you know that you're outgunned in every possible way. Just bow down before your elders, little froshie, before you say something that will irrevocably label you as "stupid." Oh...wait, nevermind. You earned that label a long time ago. Sorry to get your hopes up! A little Christmas blunder on my part.
Tim on Saturday, December 25, 2004 at 4:32 AM
ya know bill... i think id rather have alot of time on my hands than my dick in one with a pic of a guy's ass in the other.
merry christmas btw.
chaz on Saturday, December 25, 2004 at 11:50 AM
I think this is my favorite post thus far.
Tiffany on Saturday, December 25, 2004 at 6:26 PM
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