Harry Potter in 99 Seconds

OHHHH DANG GIRL!! DIS MY SONG

and now for my ultimate favourite:

Credit to tumblr :)

Will post a substantial one, when I'm not as sour about my other post deleting itself :D

And now that you are [hopefully] smiling,
i have this awesome story - Credit To Delian Entchev, who found on Reddit

btw. there is a part2&3 which I shall post soon

"Please, I don’t know what to do. I’ve tried to tell my wife about this, but she’s a science teacher and thanks to my history of practical jokes, she thinks I’m just kidding.

There is something stalking me. I don’t know what it wants, but almost every night since I started seeing it, it has terrorized me. It doesn’t touch me, it doesn’t communicate in any sort of way, it just fills me with horror. If what I seem to ramble, please forgive me… I haven’t slept in several days.

We live in the second floor of a duplex with stairs down the back of the house to the basement where the laundry machines are. There’s a door at the bottom of the stairs before the door to the basement that looks out onto our back porch and into the back yard. Six days ago, I was going down to the basement to bring up some laundry and I glanced out the door as I passed. There was a figure standing at the far edge of our yard. Her back was to me, and she was just standing there, looking into the woods beyond our yard. She was dressed in nothing but a light gown. It had lots of flowing material coming off of it that was whipping around in the air slowly. The whole scene creeped me out instantly, but I thought she might be a friend of our downstairs neighbor, so I continued to the basement. When I came back up, she wasn’t there.

The next night, I went down again, and as I passed the back door, I looked outside. The woman was back. She was exactly like she was the night before, facing away, not moving. The hair on my arms and neck stood up straight when I saw her. I was even more creeped out when I realized she was in the same clothes as the night before. That’s when I did something I shouldn’t have… I opened the back door. Leaning out, I called to her to see if she was okay. She didn’t respond. She didn’t make any sort of indcation that she’d heard me. It was freezing cold, so I shut the door and locked it. Coming back upstairs afterward, I looked out the window and she was gone again.

Later that same night, I was in the bedroom, getting ready to go to sleep. Everything was dark, because my wife had gone to bed before me. Our bedroom looks out over the backyard, and my side of the bed faces the windows, so I have to go past them to get in. As I was doing so, I suddenly got that same deep dread feeling in my stomach that I had gotten the first time I saw the figure in the backyard. Something compelled me to hesitate by the windows. My hands were shaking as I pulled the curtain back a bit and peeked through the shades into the backyard. It was a clear night, so the backyard wasn’t shrouded in darkness. The woman was standing in the middle of the backyard, no longer at the edge of the woods, facing the house with her head tilted up to look directly at the window I was peeking from. I jerked away instantly, afraid she had seen me. Her face was covered in shadow and hair, but I saw her chin and nose. A sharp nose and a thin chin. Gray. Her skin looks gray, I think. Her hair is black and long. I was so scared, I jumped into bed and covered myself with the covers.

The next day, I played outside in the snow with my four year old daughter. She wanted me to pull her on her sled in the backyard, but just the thought of going back there made me scared again, so I talked her into digging holes in the snow in the front yard. That night, things went from bad to worse. Somehow, I had managed to forget about the woman. Then, in the middle of the night, my daughter started crying. Our bedroom is just across the hall from hers. I thought she might need to use the bathroom or just be having a bad dream, so I went into her room to see if she was okay. She was uncovered, curled into a ball on her mattress. I pulled her covers over her and that’s when she whispered to me.

“Daddy, there’s someone in my closet.”

Instant goosebumps. I turned my head slowly toward the closet door at the end of her bed. Normally, the closet is shut, but now it was open. The woman was standing in my daughter’s closet. Not even when it was clear that I saw her did she move or make a sound, just stood there and looked at me through the cracked-open door. My blood ran cold when I saw her.

“Get up,” I told my daughter, “Get in my arms, quickly. QUICKLY.” she scrambled up and hugged me tightly and I walked backward out of the room, watching the closet the entire time. In my mind I imagined her throwing the closet door open and running at us, arms outstretched. I just hugged my daughter and walked backward into my room. The woman never appeared in the doorway. I heard no movement from my daughter’s room. I tucked her into my bed and stood there watching the doorway to her bedroom. I did not go back in, I just stood there and watched and listened. When I finally got the courage to climb into bed, I didn’t sleep.

Sunday, I told my wife everything. I told her about the first time I saw this woman, I told her about calling out to her and seeing her from the window. I told her that she had appeared in our daughter’s closet. She told me it wasn’t funny, that it was my fault for our daughter’s bad dreams and that I shouldn’t encourage her to be afraid of her closet.

Sunday night, my daughter called to me from her room again. Call me a coward, but I couldn’t go back into that room. I called her quietly to come get in our bed, but she cried and said she was scared. I wanted to go and get her, but I was scared too. I told her to pull her blankets up and cover herself. Just cover yourself, honey, and you’ll be okay. I prayed that it was true. I lay there, peeking over the sleeping form of my wife and out into the hallway at the closed door of my daughter’s room and just kept praying. I heard her cry a while longer, then she went quiet and I hoped that she was asleep.

Monday, I piled toys in front of the door to her closet. By that time, there was no doubt in my mind that this was some sort of ghost or apparition, but I piled things in front of the closet anyway. Like a pile of toys could stop a ghost.

Monday night, my daughter did not cry, but I didn’t sleep. I lay there, looking at the ceiling, tense. Around 2:00, I heard her bedroom door creak open and I knew something was wrong. She must be scared, I thought, so I called to her like before, “Just come to me and you can sleep in our bed, Sweety.” But she didn’t come. I peeked over my my wife.

The woman was standing there in the doorway to my daughter’s room. Her arms hung at her sides, her shoulders slouched down. Her gown was dirty, like it hadn’t been washed in years, and hung off her likes torn rags. I wasn’t breathing, I wasn’t blinking, I just looked at her and she looked at me and I thought this is it, I’m going to die. She never moved, never made a sound. I whispered, “Please, go away. Please, leave me alone. Please, I’m sorry.” I couldn’t look away. If I look away, she will get closer. I was sure of it. If I close my eyes, when I open them, she’ll be standing over me, looking at me. At some point, she was gone. It’s like I fell asleep with my eyes open. I don’t remember her disappearing, just that I was looking at the doorway, and she wasn’t there anymore.

Last night, I lay awake, waiting. I asked my wife to shut our bedroom door because the night light in the hallway was keeping me awake. It was stupid. I don’t know what I was thinking. Like clockwork, I heard my daughter’s bedroom door creak open. I held my breath. Then I heard the floorboards in the hallway creaking and I started shaking uncontrollably. I heard our bedroom door open, and I knew she was standing there, in the doorway, not moving, just looking at me. I didn’t look. I couldn’t. I did what had I told my daughter to do and pulled the covers over my head.

I am a complete mess. A zombie at work. I don’t want to go home anymore. I think I see the woman in other places. A glance while driving and I think she’s sitting in the passenger seat of the truck behind me, or standing down the street asI drive off. Just sitting here at my desk, someone passes by behind me and I jump. I’m afraid that if I turn around, she’ll be there, waiting for me to look at her. And what if I saw her face? I don’t want to see it. I don’t want to see her anymore, but I don’t know what to do. The only hope I feel is that, for unrelated reasons, my wife is talking about moving. But our lease isn’t up until May. I don’t know if I can hold out that long."

NOW GO TO SLEEP

Please vote all of us in guys!!!!!

HEY guysssssss!

SURAJ ASHOK MURTHY
TOM TANG
SAJ HOWPAGE

Please vote us for prefect and tell your friends too ;D

Loooooooooooong Weekend...

Should really be enjoying this long weekend, instead I find myself catching up on homework! :(

English 3U Short Story is such a drag, here I find myself toiling ovver trying ot make the story sound good and fancying up the vocabulary, even though I have to come to terms with the fact that Ruse prodigies gonna be ruse prodigies and make my story look like crap anyways.

BTW anyone know where to get guy's ear rings like these for under $10?





Ne Yo - Lonely Again


Pitbull Ft. Enrique - Come & Go (LOLz they come to Australia!)


Laterz need to go finish 3U :(

Daddy's home.

Hello minions. I was sidewalking today (Not to be confused with "crabwalking: (v) walking sideways." But rather walking on the sidewalk, hence sidewalking) and I thought to myself what a great idea it would to write on my blog the day before my Agriculture HSC exam.

I know what you're thinking. Why is this guy wasting his precious study time? Allow me to answer your question with a question. Why are you wasting YOUR precious study time? Although some might argue that they do not have an exam tomorrow. I believe my time is better spent refining my abilities of writing nonsense, as that is undoubtedly what I will be doing the exam tomorrow.

Okay if you are by any chance in the James Ruse NRL Tipping Committee. Stop reading from here onwards.



Guys I have a confession to make. I've done something terrible. I'm not like this usually I promise. But something came over me today. Something evil.

Something that brought out my inner vandal.

BEHOLD.



I know. I feel terrible too.

Alright back to infinity and beyond,
Have fun minions.

NOOOOOOOOO ENGRISHHH DUE!

Having done no work at all for the past two weeks, I'm starting to feel a masssive pile up of work due. Sighs, so much English to do. Sif move the assessment a weekend earlier.
I have also given up any ambition of street cred or any other poser stuff, having witnessed this videos and certain similarities.



Sighs sooo tired.
Keepin' posts short n sweet as always!

NuclearBlock!

Recently, I have been attempting to deal with the seductive, tantalising nature of procrastination due to wasting time on the internet. Needless to say it hadn't worked, until I found a google chrome addon called 'stay focusd!' I lost 24 Kilos in 6 days and its NEVER coming back. I feel great, and all my frands notice the difference.

No seriously.

Its an addon that you can tweak to prevent you from visiting sites that you choose (i.e. blogger, facebook, tumblr, youtube, funnyjunk etc). Options include, only allowing a certain time for these websites before being cut off for the rest of the day, or a 'nuclear option' which PERMANENTLY blocks these websites for a set amount of time. IRREVERSIBLE, so you cant fall prey to temptation. All you need is Google chrome, which is an awesome browser anyway and this link will get the addon for you.

Musical is over!

No more rehearsals, practicing and other dis n dats! I think I can proudly say my dancing seemed legit. After party goess offf!

Btw, this is truly an amazing video! Help out Tony so he becomes massive.


While we can all agree Lighters is a f*cken amazing song, I'd say these two empower us. When someone asks you whether you wanna go, just play it as loud as you can! :D

Britney Spears - I Wanna Go


Beyoncé - Best Thing I Never Had

Lighters - Bad Meets Evil ft. Bruno mars

'Bad Meets Evil' is a combo of Eminem & Royce da 5'9

DL link: Here
Amazing song

Cbox up

Added a Cbox for all those peeps who asked for it.

Powernaps are the best! Told my mum I was going to go take a powernap and to wake me in 10mins, I woke up refreshed and energised. Really weird, during the nap I was dreaming about how I was struggling to fall asleep, then I woke up :O

Musical is nearly over! The last 3 days, and they should be the best 3 :D




Yeah keepin posts short and sweet.

Back from the dead?

Time for someone other than Saj to post on this blog.

Half Yearlies are over now, and I have successfully avoided telling my parents my horrendous results. :D Can't wait to get killed when they see my report.

Totes madea a plan to go see POTC 4, but for some reason it's only at cinemas for one week, then only gold class for week 2. WTF is up with that, the last 2 movies of the series are both in top 10 all time box office earnings. Sif such a huge franchise would do that!!!!

Now that TV show season is over, time to start catching up on the movies I downloaded but never got to watch. Watched "I am Number Four" and "Battle Los Angeles" last night, noth were pretty good. Don't get why them haterz had to go bringing down Battle LA, it's like a waaaaaaaaay better version of District 9.

Don't what you guys are listening to atm, but these guys are going to be massive, everyone listen to them!



Only because I'm so nice. :P Download here

Scrubs

This blog hasn't been posted in a while, so i am here to revive it!

Anyway, I was watching some recorded shows of scrubs and I was watching this particular episode called "His Story - IV", and it was season 6 episode 7, aired on 1st february 2007 (this is important). The episode is basically about how the hospital staff splits into two halves as they argue whether they should or should not be in IRAQ fighting the war. JD (zach braff, main character) knows nothing about this, so he spends his time researching the reasons behind the war. Then when he comes back from studying, ready to argue his point of view, the whole hospital staff has moved on from the topic, with the exception of the Janitor, who is known as a ludicrous, conspiracy theory dude. ANYWAY, the janitor is like, "I'm ready to argue, in my opinion, we should be looking for Osama Bin Laden in PAKISTAN".

RIGHT?! HE ACTUALLY SAID THAT. I WAS LIKE HORY SHIT THIS IS EPIC. That actor must be like zomgwtf

links or it didn't happen?: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KhCdlygmSJ4

actually now it sounds a tad UNepic...

4tehlulz

taim for rebecca blacks friend gina!

Do not worry mexican gina! you are still her best frand

I am so Devs Forevs :(

This is probs you right now...



Worst day, all I do now is crey.
To best illustrate what happened:



To summarise I fail.

Such a downer post, nothing else to say.

you guys might remember the brutal murder of the Lin family in Epping in 2009, where Yun-li, her husband Min-li, their sons and Lily's sister, Irene were bludgeoned to death. Their daughter was not killed as she was not in the house at time.

The murderer turned out to be her uncle, who took care of her after the murders when she was an orphan. Can you imagine that? Eating dinner with the person who murdered your family.

For those who go to intuition, the convicted uncle was Mr. Xie who owned the newsagency near intuition in Epping. He took over control of it from his brother, whom he killed.

Article Here:
http://www.heraldsun.com.au/news/national/lin-family-murder-arrests/story-e6frf7l6-1226050747202

Please note: It's alleged, and no conviction has yet been made.

17 again!

Today was my birthday! and what better present than a maths test woop woop!

I am now 17, and I feel so old just saiyan that.
just one more year until I am 18 wow.... It seems only yesterday that I was cramming for my 2unit maths exam..

Thankyou for all the birthday wishes, calls and texts gaiz! it reallaly means a lot :D

ANYWAY, for all you people who felt like you did poorly in english, here is something that will cheer you up, it's probably one of the most hilarious things I have ever read - English Essay

Devs that Osama died?

If there was one guy who had streete cred, it was Osama. He truly ran from the feds with much success. We bromies go far, even too far, but Osama knew how to go the absolute furthest.

Nah jokes he's a terrorist that killed people and probs deserved to die.

Don't what music you're jamming to right now, but this is where its at:
Better with the lights off - New Boyz Ft. Chris Brown (Prod. The Catarcs)



All that's left is maths for half yearlies, hope I do well in this to hide all the failures of my other subjects. :(

Obama Bin Laden?

Always knew there was something shifty...



credits to willyip

Where you at cuz?

Worst exam sesh ever! Finished chem in very last sec because aparantly the extra sheet was double sided :O
I bet if I was copying the guy next to me I wouldn't have missed that...

English was just devs, didn't even finish my essay. Hoping for full marks in creative, but who am I kidding.

Geez I should still be studying, the main exams are yet to come, but instead I find myself watching all the TV shows and finishing the second season of Entourage in a day. ENTOURAGE GETS OFF! For anyone who doesn't watch it... Where you at cuz?

OMG new Owl City song is off da hook!



Haterz gnna hate, but don't need to hear it.

HUH ANOTHER SIDE?

So chem and english are finished, and it actually feels as exam period is almost over LOL

I have eco, which I need to cram, 2unit maths, which I will undoubtedly fail and then modern history, which I hope I will do well...

So anyway English was alright, managed to finish in time but I was like WTF to the question..

I read the question "bla bla paradoxical, inclusive conclusive bla bla"

and was like

and wrote my other essay anyway, completely ignoring the question. For the short story, I wrote about the picture of the guy surrounded by happy money, which the obvious cliche of 'money doesn't buy happiness', and my final lines were..

"He realized money didn't buy happiness, but he'd rather be sad in his ferrari"

and i was like

sigh, being this funny is really a burden. JOKES. As I read this I realize I probably did not do very well in English.

Then it was chem, and I was doing pretty well and at the end was like yayay! I did pretty well, and then everyone was like, "how easy was the graph?" and I'm like "hahaha what graph?". Everyone is like on the reverse side of the multiple choice ... and i am like

but it was very possibru, and I lost 6 marks. I sincerely hope they cancel that, although it is very unlikely..

On another note,

if you like pokemon.. visit this

http://alexonsager.net/pokemon/

): smaxE

In the spirit of 'reblog if you creyed', started by yun and continued by suraj and crystal, here's another one which even employs visual imagery



Real Exams approach, so it is likely no-one will read this. The
Exams haven't really dawned on me yet as I haven't realized how stuffed I am.

Back in year 7 - 10, I would realize how screwed I was and would do some

Last minute study usually the night before. I am pretty sure I will get
Owned in these exams but I haven't realized it yet, and for that I am
Grateful.

If I do well in these exams however, everyone will be like
Fuarrrr, what a liar!!! He did study... ZOMG what a tease.

You sir, are WRONG. I have not studied enough and in my own
Opinion, I need some strong organisation. I hope my predicted ATAR isn't
Under 90 or something...

Currently, I have done a bit of chemistry, an inkling of maths and dab of my
Related for English. Actually, I did do quite a bit of
English because I enjoy that stuff :)
You, yes you, should not be reading this, all of you should be studying,
Except those who are taking a break or are ready. I envy those and say
Damn you! you deserve to read the first letter of every line

I fear this will happen to me in the exams

A more inspirational Story than Saj's

A gurl waz walkin 2 skewl wit her bf n they were crossin da rode.
She sed "bbz wil u luv me 4evr?"
He sed "NO ..."
Da gurl cryed n ran acroz da rode b4 da green man came on da sine.
Boy was cryin n went 2 pic up her body.
She waz ded.
He whsiperd 2 her corpse, "I ment 2 sey I wil luv u FIVE-ever...."
(dat meen he luv her moar dan 4evr....)

Suraj

Human condition aspect: Love

All set for 2U english creative :D

Tumblahh

^ this last thing was part of the compilation of the net and I could not figure out how to get rid of it. Please do not imagine it, nor do i endorse it.
its bloody painful

Holes

So today I was watching holes, my english 2u related film, for techniques and what not and i found an awesome option. AUDIO COMMENTARY. It's basically the producer/director and other important people talking about the movie throughout the whole movie, explaining everything they did. They provided me with perfect language techniques and what they meant, it was like the audio commentary was DESIGNED for english students use. How AWESOME! Also Shia LeBouf as a pre-pubescent kidis hilarious in the audio commentary. In the commentary, it goes silent for a minute, then he is like 'safe', and everyone groans. I lol'd so hard.

On another note.
if your feeling devoid of inspiration,
PLEASE read this story, it is actually inspirational.

I try to be a good father. Give my kids mulligans. Work nights to pay For their text messaging. Take them to swimsuit shoots.

But compared with Dick Hoyt, I suck.

Eighty-five times he's pushed his disabled son, Rick, 26.2 miles in Marathons. Eight times he's not only pushed him 26.2 miles in a Wheelchair but also towed him 2.4 miles in a dinghy while swimming and Pedaled him 112 miles in a seat on the handlebars--all in the same day.

Dick's also pulled him cross-country skiing, taken him on his back Mountain climbing and once hauled him across the U.S. On a bike. Makes Taking your son bowling look a little lame, right?

And what has Rick done for his father? Not much--except save his life.
This love story began in Winchester , Mass. , 43 years ago, when Rick Was strangled by the umbilical cord during birth, leaving him Brain-damaged and unable to control his limbs.

"He'll be a vegetable the rest of his life;'' Dick says doctors told him And his wife, Judy, when Rick was nine months old. ``Put him in an Institution.''

But the Hoyts weren't buying it. They noticed the way Rick's eyes Followed them around the room. When Rick was 11 they took him to the Engineering department at Tufts University and asked if there was Anything to help the boy communicate. ``No way,'' Dick says he was told. ``There's nothing going on in his brain.''

"Tell him a joke,'' Dick countered. They did. Rick laughed. Turns out a Lot was going on in his brain. Rigged up with a computer that allowed Him to control the cursor by touching a switch with the side of his Head, Rick was finally able to communicate. First words? ``Go Bruins!'' And after a high school classmate was paralyzed in an accident and the School organized a charity run for him, Rick pecked out, ``Dad, I want To do that.''

Yeah, right. How was Dick, a self-described ``porker'' who never ran More than a mile at a time, going to push his son five miles? Still, he Tried. ``Then it was me who was handicapped,'' Dick says. ``I was sore For two weeks.''

That day changed Rick's life. ``Dad,'' he typed, ``when we were running, It felt like I wasn't disabled anymore!''

And that sentence changed Dick's life. He became obsessed with giving Rick that feeling as often as he could. He got into such hard-belly Shape that he and Rick were ready to try the 1979 Boston Marathon.

``No way,'' Dick was told by a race official. The Hoyts weren't quite a Single runner, and they weren't quite a wheelchair competitor. For a few Years Dick and Rick just joined the massive field and ran anyway, then They found a way to get into the race Officially: In 1983 they ran another marathon so fast they made the Qualifying time for Boston the following year.

Then somebody said, ``Hey, Dick, why not a triathlon?''

How's a guy who never learned to swim and hadn't ridden a bike since he Was six going to haul his 110-pound kid through a triathlon? Still, Dick Tried.

Now they've done 212 triathlons, including four grueling 15-hour Ironmans in Hawaii . It must be a buzzkill to be a 25-year-old stud Getting passed by an old guy towing a grown man in a dinghy, don't you Think?

Hey, Dick, why not see how you'd do on your own? ``No way,'' he says. Dick does it purely for ``the awesome feeling'' he gets seeing Rick with A cantaloupe smile as they run, swim and ride together.

This year, at ages 65 and 43, Dick and Rick finished their 24th Boston Marathon, in 5,083rd place out of more than 20,000 starters. Their best Time? Two hours, 40 minutes in 1992--only 35 minutes off the world Record, which, in case you don't keep track of these things, happens to Be held by a guy who was not pushing another man in a wheelchair at the Time.

``No question about it,'' Rick types. ``My dad is the Father of the Century.''

And Dick got something else out of all this too. Two years ago he had a Mild heart attack during a race. Doctors found that one of his arteries Was 95% clogged. ``If you hadn't been in such great shape,'' One doctor told him, ``you probably would've died 15 years ago.'' So, in a way, Dick and Rick saved each other's life.

Rick, who has his own apartment (he gets home care) and works in Boston, and Dick, retired from the military and living in Holland, Mass. , always find ways to be together. They give speeches around the country and compete in some backbreaking race every weekend, including this Father's Day.

That night, Rick will buy his dad dinner, but the thing he really wants to give him is a gift he can never buy.

``The thing I'd most like,'' Rick types, ``is that my dad sit in the chair and I push him once.''

If you don't believe it is true, please visit:
http://www.teamhoyt.com/

NGAWWWWWW?

It has been a pretty tame holiday. Just waiting to go see Fast & Furious 5 and Suckerpunch.

However MC Panjabi can keep anyone going.



Suraj

You know you're procrastinating when you're watching videos of puppies...

Prom Night

Disclaimer:
I just realised that plenty of people follow this blog and not all of them go to our school. So.. in regards to my first post about finally being accepted by Tom and Suraj after a year of begging, That was a joke, and in hindsight, it was not very funny. Most people who don't go to our school will not get :D

And now, so this post was not extremely worthless.
Try do this at home

Sorry Saj

Lack of communication led to yah double post!

Paintball is hectic lads!!!!!!!!! Feelin' the bruises all over the bod.
Holidays been pretty fun so far. Should be studyin waaaaaaaaaay more but ceebs.
Anyone else full droolin over VAMPIRE DIARIES? OMGZ that's where it is at. Marry me Stefan much? LOL jks, Damon's betta! Aesthetics written all ova the show.

Anyways off to study dis n dats!

Does this pic define life or dpes the video?

Breaking Free

So I'm breaking social conventions (refer to title), by double posting. Yes, that's right. I don't want this blog to die, so I decided to double post.

So far these holidays have been pretty boring. Did quite a bit of study (quite proud of myself), played bit of starcraft and watched a lot of 'That 70's Show". It's hilarious...

BTW, if anyone has any seasons of 'The Office', please contact me as apparently it's really funny and I would like to watch it.

Because I have nothing to post about, I will leave you with some funny, to either motivate you to work or distract you and postpone your work.



I mean no offense to Christianity at all, just thought this was funny. If you look at 0:55to 1:00, he's like "RICH" from superwog.

This is Sparta!

So recently i thought of a game to play, although I have yet to put it into practice because it could hurt. Basically, you have a normal convo with someone (preferrably a friend as they are not as likely to beat the living shit out of you), and then while he is talking, look directly into his eyes and yell. "THIS IS SPARTA" and kick them in the chest (see picture). at the same time, a friend of yours bend on all fours (non-sexual), behind the standing person thus when the person is kicked, they trip over your friend and fall down.



You can see why i have not put it into practice.
yet...

I do not really have anything else interesting to say, so I leave you with an awesome song that will most likely go mainstream and once it goes mainstream I am unlikely to like it because I am just too hipster. It grows on you... like fungal growth


Aaaaaaaand, picture for the day. fwuarrrr seems legit.