Did I just eat the defrosted Walrusseseses......

Well, continuity's a moot point, but struggle back a few months worth of posts and you may see what the title's cr*pping on about, or alternatively there's always the spandex full body suit that comes equipt with chain and banal probe (for all those horribly banal people who express banality in the higher dimentions of "God I'm a wank!") . But putting our petty differences aside, or locked up behind three inches of lazers, steel and other miscelaneous dangerous thingies, we can all have a good time right? We can all be kind to one and other? We can, in other words, do what CJ-ism is trying to do (which is basically be a really neat frood of a hoopy)?

Welllll..... we can try.
There is somthing in the human mind that screams "Krush, Kill, Destroy" (yes, this part of the mind has a harder time spelling than I do) and sometimes we listen to it... which results in a whole branch of messy subsidised-tax-deductable nonsense that really shouldn't even be given to Centrelink, no matter how annoying they get! And so the problem persists, how to stop this nagging voice (or screaming gutteral animal voice)? Well, I believe I have the answer....
Caffine. That wonderous drug, mixed with ample ammounts of sugar and some of the better fantasy novels by L. Ron. Hubbard (hey, just cause the guy created Scientology for a get-rich-quick-scheme from hell, which involves some pretty heavy brain-washing by the way, doesn't mean he's all bad!) can cure almost anyone of their thirst for blood or other such vital bodily fluids.

And so we come at last to the startling revelation, MT is not only bored, but he's had faaaar too many little children being painfully standing in the way when he's walking down the road and run's into them then get's blamed for it by their parents.... four times today! (not my fault I might add!) These kids don't look where they are going, and I'm supposed to anticipate their every hectic and spasmodic move? Sick of it! But do I knock them down a second time and then go for the jugular? No, that would be suicidal (have you ever seen an enraged mother?!). Instead I wait until they are almost out of reach then 'accidentally' swing my satchel/bag and get them arround the head!
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I think I need to work on this CJ-ism thing a bit more.....

Well, that's all I'm writing now, partly 'cause I've lost all train of thought, and partly cause I've got something else to do (marginally less important, but unfortunately something I'm not only being black-mailed into doing, but also being paid to do), so that's really it for now....