11.02.2011

Notice anything about that? It works with "Poop" too.

According to my magical book of Led Zeppelin, "Babe I'm Gonna Leave You" is the number 1 Led Zeppelin song.

[The song] shifts dramatically from folky verses accompanied by acoustic guitar to pummelling choruses driven by a wonderful descending riff and some unrestrained cymbal crashing from Bonham. <--Click it

Stairway to Heaven is number 22. Good job book, you realized that Stairway to Heaven isn't really that good. Listen to it 7 times and tell me if it's still good. Critique the song too.

What else. What the!??!? The text writing box part of the page just extended down to the bottom of the page. Silly Internet.

Let's draw a bass.
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Only half, but so what. It took too long. And I didn't wanna do the other half. And it looks weird. Really weird.

Tab doesn't work on this text entering system. Instead, it just goes to the top of the page and extends everything, instead of making my bass bigger >:o

I wanna do a shoryuken. All I need is a source of methane that I could inject into bubbles instead of using regular air, put some bubbles on my arm, light the bubbles on fire, and spin while jumping. Simple. And safe.

I hope more Russian people look at this blog. After checking today, 5 people looked at it. One time I had 8 in a week. Let's beat that record.

Tell all your friends about this amazing website. It truly is amazing. If it weren't, you wouldn't be reading this right now. Unless...you're in my situation. Which...this might be risky.

Currently there is a man behind me, dressed in all black. He has a small handgun pointed up my neck, and has it loaded and ready to go. My feet are chained to the desk and also to the chair under me. Unfortunately, I am forced to write this post under pressure, because my life is currently on the line. This is the only website I can visit, because barely any people visit it. And even if I do send a warning, it will probably be too late by the time someone reads this. So I'm not going to ask for your help. I ask that you record your reaction right now. Because, even if I'm dead, your reaction will be pleasing. Imagine, whenever you're sad, or bored, you can watch the video of yourself freaking out and entering some type of panic mode. That might make you even more depressed, because you're watching a reaction to one's death. Then it draws up memories, and you find yourself remembering the life you once had with this fantastic man. But why would the assassin want me to write a Blog Post before murdering me? Really? That's the least creative thing I could think of. I would tell the person to...well...nevermind. You might find out soon enough. What?

It's a whole lotta Zep...