*Bloot!!* I'll put whatever I want here!
Perhaps you'd like to go home...
Calm down, Children! I'll update this when I feel like it!
And then the children cried
And then the children cried
Well, where are they? If you liked *Bloot!* you should try my Funnypics page!
Enough with the "I've seen this page before" when I give you the link, you don't know if it's been updated or not, now do you?
Bloot... Yes, she said it best to me that Wednesday... Wednesday... yes, it was dawn... it was a cold April morning and the dew was frozen on the grass like tiny pieces of glass. It was then that she said "Bloot!" or, rather, it was the sound she made... it reminded me of the sound of a poo hitting the water...
Perhaps the shrew said it best when the ogre ate its paw...
Where are my leather pants! Where are my leather pants! Where are my leather pants! Where are my leather pants! Where are my leather pants! Where are my leather pants! Where are my leather pants! Where are my leather pants! Where are my leather pants! Where are my leather pants! Where are my leather pants! Where are my leather pants! Where are my leather pants! Where are my leather pants! Where are my leather pants! Where are my leather pants!
No, wait... maybe that wasn't food... uh oh... I think we have a problem...
Honestly, who eats hotel television screen scum? But has anyone ever wondered what it tastes like?
Ha! It tastes like nothing... or, rather, I don't know what it tastes like... maybe like chicken or a baby...
Heh... maybe it's time to tell what this page is? It's a bunch of random crap! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
Cluckin' Chicken is not amused.
And then I wondered where my pants were... any pants, any pants would do! Oh, the horror!
Leather pants? Jean pants? Any pants?
Where are they?
I remember the event quite clear... I was sitting at the bus stop with my friend, Orion, and this bum who called himself "Rambo, the one and only!" started talking to us. It was hard to understand what he was saying, but he told us crazy stories about blowing up Arkansas and something about a "tiger-gator." What a silly man...
*bloot* hmmmm... *bloot* hmmmmmmmmm *poot* AHHHHHHHHHHHH that's better...
"Be good, or aunt Jemima's gonna whoop yo ass!"
Sometimes, Reverend Peter Wanker O'Malley is naughty and has to be disciplined... in a bad way...
I told Orion to stop lighting his farts...
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Yes, I am a big fan of the "horizontal rule."
"Who is Reverend Peter Wanker O'Malley?"
You ask? Well, he is Nimish who is a reverend who is a big sex crazed lunatic.
'Nuff Said
"No, don't eat the cookie on the floor, Johnathan." I said.
But what I was thinking to myself was...
"Hey... five second rule... that cookie just hit the floor...
that cookie is still good!"
And then I ate the floor cookie when Johnathan left.
"What starts with a B, ends with a Loot and rhymes with Schloot?"
Sometimes, a Snowman hug can help.
Reverend Peter Wanker O'Mally was naughty...
Nevermind why he's wearing that suit...
Okay, so maybe it's not a good practice to shave cats and watch them run around with a cute little confused look...
But I hear those French people do it anyway.
In the land of Spamville there was little food.
This made the children and cows very hungry... and sad.
Whatever would they do?
They fed the children to the cows, of course!
I have been pondering this question:
"Is it possible to have hypothetical pants?"
I asked my foot and it only laughed.
eh
No, maybe you can't have hypothetical pants...
The search continues for my leather pants...
Do you have them?
hmmmmmmmmm
Everyone is a suspect.
Your lucky number is:
13
Ick... I'd hate to be you...
Don't eat anything called "food in a can."
It's just not good...
Carpet... fuzzy carpet... not even a particularly good color of carpet... fuzzy... why am I on this carpet?... oh, I fell... wow, I can see the ceiling from here... nah, the ceiling turned out to be the carpet again... hmmmmmmmm... it tastes like ham... oh, wait... that's my shirt... no, it's the carpet... huh? I'm not licking the carpet... oh, I'm evidently eating ham... better not ask how it got in my mouth... wait, I'm alone... damn Tequila.
Manwich
What were they thinking?
Manwich... reminds me too much of "Soylent Green"
Kinda like a Man-sandwich
Very eery...
"Everything was going according to plan till you mentioned your mom."
That's my anti-drug