part 4....finally

you're in an asylum in traslyvannia and all they feed you are french fries (what else would you feed to some one insane?). apparently non-hydrogenated canola oil makes fat in a hurry(yup that's right dont eat McCaine's french fries). so you charge...well roll towards the wall and you break the wall with all your blubbery might. you roll down the mountain side which has been made to jab you while you're rooling but once again non-hydrogenated canola oil saves you again(seems that blubber is mighty soft)........you fall into a river and is swept away to the atlantic ocean...(you always wanted to know why whales didn't freeze..and now you know..blubber's warmmmm) all thanks to the fries (huh, figures fat floats). with the help of some currents you float your way to P.E.I. now everybody knows that P.E.I has TONS of potatoes so you stay there and make your self some fries (of course with some non-hydrogenated canola oil) after all you've been living off you fat for two weeks already.... well it appears that P.E.I didnt have quite enough poatoes to suit your neeeds so you go to the next nearest province, Nova scotia. there you meet your old gym teacher, Mr.Shnubles (yes you saw right Mr.Shnubles, kinda sounds cuddly) he makes you get liposuction to make you 'fit' again. well losing about 400 pounds in an hour can't be too good for you so oblivously you pass out.

suddenly you're staring at a toilet again, seems that you hit your head on the toilet paper holder and was knocked out for five minutes...a face pops up, a familiar face, a very VERY familiar face, no not your face, satan's face. and you're transported into the underworld via toilet again (o joy). it seems to you that satan's planning to retire (you know this evil thing gets pretty tiring after awhile) anyways who wouldnt say no to a chance to rule over an entire empire anyhow? you get the hang of this job pretty quickly and one thing you've learned is that you can transport your self anywhere in the world (via toilet) and if you concentrate REALLY HARD you can choose the toilet. so you visit the ukraine and every where you go there's a REALLY annoying person named mykola (figures) so your ever so faithful minions blow up the ukraine....

now you see heaven has made sure that only goody two shoes like who ever is trying to avoid this blog can get in. so as you can guess the ukarinians havent been really great at being good or avoiding this blog so they go to you. now all of the ukraine suddenly being bombed doesnt sit too well with the rest of the world so up comes world war III.....o joy

i could tell you the rest of this tale but i'm going to go get another cup of hot hot coffee so i'll let my friend tell you instead... just go to bubaronicals.blogspot.com

argh

well i would have typed part four today but some how my internet closed down and i lost everything i had just finished typing so i'll type it tommorow

sent back...

*continued from the story on bubaronicles.blogspot.com*

****you MUST read part one******

well you were sent back cuz there couldnt be 2 satans and he beat u to it so, yea...any way suddenly your sitting on the smelly toilet in the changeroom, and you hear some guy say "hurry, i'll give you ten more minutes" so you flush the toilet although there probably isnt anything in it, or so you think... you stand up and you see a face, a very familiar face, with horns and you know that it's standing on little hooves. suddenly your being kiddnapped in an 18 seat hummer and sent to an island where it resembals paradise, but your constantly being drugged. people keep calling you hoobla but you have no idea who hoobla is. *a couple million druggings later* you're playing croquet when you hit the ball and the ball opens up and sucks you in........... i'll tell you the rest later or perhaps you could find the rest on bubaronicles.blogspot.com...

assemballys...

terry fox assembally today...now i know that terry fox is important and all but these assemballys are soo boring its the exact same every year and we're always forced to watch these really long movies that are pretty much pictures of terry running with some background music and interveiws with random people. so it's pretty dumb

saturday at last

saturday at last....(well sunday still its the weekend) one week of school down 38(or so) more weeks to go...such boring weekends nothing to do all day long..

first days..

today was the first day of school...not bad i guess for school at least my class didnt get homework like the other class...but still, i never liked school from kindergarten to now i still hate school....when i was sent to preschool, on the first day i cried so much i got a fever for the next couple of days so you see.. i just plain dont like school

giggles

nothing much happened for these past few days exept for the fact that if i hear one more person giggle at somebody whose wearing biker shorts and shirts i will go crazy and i mean over the edge crazy