urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:cheesemo cheesemo cheesemo 2006-05-06T13:03:52Z urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:cheesemo:1492 2006-05-06T13:03:32Z 2006-05-06T13:03:52Z Alright, I was just minding my own damn business and out of fucking nowhere a fucking midget fell off my face. Why the hell they always got to do that? I mean seriuosly... what the hell they think they doing falling off my face? Shouldn't they at least send me warning in the mail first? Anyways... I forgave the midget and then I stepped on his mom's toe. She had a big toe so I figured I'd make it smaller? And so in the words of my jock strap, "There's no place like snowplace?" Wait no, what the hell does that mean? I guess I need to take care of that dandruf >< Who is this is?And why does my stomach speak in Cantonese? There was one fish that made my bed, and I ate him and he swims around in my toilet bowl now. urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:cheesemo:1066 2006-04-20T01:31:05Z 2006-04-20T01:31:05Z Now, this season on the World Wide Granola Federation we have big balls of cheese AND 7 bottles of Maalox. urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:cheesemo:799 2006-04-19T15:20:54Z 2006-04-19T15:32:17Z sausage! OK. so, we have martians from my anus, a giant tree that eats moth balls, and a giraffe made of peanuts. What do we do with them now? I say we throw Tabasco sauce all over my right ankle and dip my face in cement... no wait, not that. Maybe eat three hippos and fly to the Moon? Yeah, that sounds better. We'll do that then. Ok bye bye now. urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:cheesemo:676 2006-04-06T15:14:05Z 2006-04-06T15:16:08Z I made apple pie for my anus but the martians told me I could not have saix with it because my face would fall off. So i set my left foot on fire to make my nose turn green. And all the little puppies made of ham sandwiches came out of the woodwork to eat my green eggs and spam. At this point my ear left me. The bastard. I'll make sure to stab him next time I see him. Anyways as I was saying, the martians brought seven rabbits. And with these rabbits were super fleas. The super fleas brought with them some dust mites made of lettuce. And we all lived happily ever after. The End of something. Wtf did I just write? urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:cheesemo:341 2006-03-11T09:02:57Z 2006-03-11T09:02:57Z Am i sideways?