When i was your age I had to fight through an army of chainsaw wielding neo-nazi monkies every day just to use the internet. Then after waiting in line for three hours behind a fat sweaty kid who hadn't taken a shower for a month and a half to get online. And there were blizzards too, terrible blizzards, cause in those days they hadn't invented buildings yet to house the computer labs.

Reminds me of the time that me and the Captian went over to the next Andersonville to download tasteful pictures of Morgan Webb. Heh them neo-nazi monkies were thick that day lemme tell you, but that didn't bother us none cause we had ourselves a stack of aol cds over a mile high that we use to climb to the moon. After getting to the moon we decided to see if the rumors were true that there was a star-trek movie in progress as the rumors had so clearly stated, or at the very least a photo-shoot with bikini wearing mermaids.

Well there wasn't neither of them at the time, but there was a giant dinosaur named billy and he was playing a game of cards with gork the caveman and the lochness monster's uglier little brother the hudson river monster. Well they dealt us in for the game and the Captian and I cleaned them out.

And that's the story of how TMJ single-handedly saved France during world war two.


Proprium est pro insectis

Fluffy says you walk the plank.