YOU SAY MY ENGRAND SUCKS?!

In lieu of Congren's vitriolic comments regarding the deterioration of my penchant to purposefully deploy the English Language in this blog, I shall commence to induce in you voyeurs a migraine of epic proportions as you assay an entry of grandiose origin.

My canine compatriot, Anubis, has recently been diagnosed with a most malignant form of parasitism: Microscopic, erythrocyte-loving arachnids going by the moniker of TICKS.

Yesterday, yours truly brought him out to purchase a salve that would remedy the situation. Anubis was visibly tired after prolonged exposure to physical exercise, attesting to the leeching critters draining away his health.

A celebratory dinner commemorating my brother's 28th birthday was held, with a veritable cornucopia of delicacies available for mastication. My presence was exceptionally felt around the almond jelly bowl.

If I continue in this overly complex prosaic style, i will not only bore the tears out of your skull, i will practically dehydrate the marrow from your bones as you wail your frustrations away, unless this catastropic event has already occurred. At least this serves to sieve away the mongoloids and simpletons from this a sacred region of intellect.

Eat that, Cong.



Choking on 3 Tofu's worth of tau kwa to... Coming Undone - Korn