Guitars.

There was just this gigantic mutant mosquito on my wall.
I poked it.
Then filmed it.

Riveting tale.

As David Davidson was strolling around the field on a warm summer day, he was feeling a bit drowsy. When he could barely walk straight he decided to lay down a bit and have a nap before returning home. David hasn't been getting much sleep these days.
He noticed a distant roaring or humming sound, but that was probably a plane.
After a few minutes sleep took over.
The noise grew louder, but he was oblivious to it.
He woke up. There was a tractor on his feet quickly moving to wards his head
"Oh shi-", he thought.
And then died.
The end.

Fuck the tile, i don't like him.

Oh, right i had this window on while i was reading nemirst.lv... Now i forgot what i wanted to write.
How about i dick about people as a excuse for a blog entry.

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Oh, fuck off.