Bon jour monsieur

Ok this is HG here. I hope Dorky* has told to you about me, because I don't like making an entry without being introduced. Now if by chance you happen to speak a bit of French you should be able to tell what the title means and recognize the holy fact that it actually rhymes.
Paul Pimsleur wouldn't agree with me but let him rot in hell.

HG riddle** for you:
What comes in once a year
Takes your drums away by the ear
Is the best time to work your feet
With girls galore who're chic and neat

If you din't get it, I wouldn't complain if you weren't from Dorky's college. But if you are and still din't get it makes me say "You suck you pathetic dingbat. You should get a life".

Now puhleeez people, it's Felicity (pron: Fi-li-si-ti). That's where Dorky's gone, to listen to some water body guys blaring their throats to glory.

While he's left me here to entertain people who have thought it prudent to waste time reading shit spit into a browser from someone's mind, rather than doing something fruitful.
Oh yes that includes you, you filthy scum of the earth! The world could do better without your weight on it!

Ok now enough from me, I'll come back next time along with Dorky and probably that'll stick you to your seats.
Au revoir, goodbye and good riddance


*I have called him this ever since he pee-ed in front of his whole class in 2nd grade
**Hey you're going to find many of these from now on

P. S. 1: Dorky also once pooped in 4th grade
P. S. 2: I won't write any more secrets in P. S.
P. S. 3: He'll kick my balls for writing the first

The Hallelujah Guy

It isn't really often that you find yourself vexed by the fact that you have this person hidden deep inside you, whom your friends would call "you're losing it!!!" or the psychiatrist would put in "it's a case of acute MPS*", and you begin to realize that he's actually more than a figment of your imagination.

He has literally begun to scourge my balls for not allowing him to pour his acoustic bearings (let's make that digital) in front of the world.

So what did I do? After helping myself to a nice warm underwear wash, switched on the system, opened the browser and fit in the bar, the word "blog", and lo and behold there came out a zillion entries!!!
Seriously try putting nonsensical things like "1", "2"... in google and it does give you a "kick".

That's when I decided that it was time to introduce this teeny-weeny pathetic dwellers' planet to the gargantuan, gigantic, elephantine, humongous, zeusian world of The Hallelujah Guy. You din't think that the last adjective existed did you??

So the next time it's mostly going to be HG (you got that din't you??) who'll be the rooster while I have a look at Felicity (you had a look at the pronunciation din't you??). More on that by HG in the next session.

Alright then, au revoir, and wish me luck for my French lessons, which sadly are going nowhere

*For the uninformed: if you do not watch too many movies you won't know what Multiple Personality Syndrome is.

The "din't you??"s have been put in there by HG just to piss you off.

P. S.: I will never write another P. S. but HG may.