The Fryhole

potentially evil, potentially he good

you call this drunk? you and your bathroom love?

I had a point, of the emptiese that cling to our life.. you can’t see them but they are they for ever more, more ever. The times that cry to tend the end of the world, I don’t like any more than you do. DOOM DOOM DOOM, DOMMY DOMMY DOMMY.

Cause Toffee is me, inside I am toffee, you damn bathroom lover

The mage of lght call;s yo you and all I can thnk that a th atht ah tim I don’t know

tomorrow will = the soar, for the win, FTW

I have the pain, so much of me hurts, well just ht e neck shoulder, of evil… now thats a blog baby

Start the back beat,

feel the groove,

Kick IT!

Zombies… the worst poem ever.
Zombies come two by two

They hate peanut butter do you?

Zombies eat brains for food

And hey they hate peanut butter dude

Zombies care not for the well being of kittens

Kittens eat peanut butter if it spills in the kitchen

Zombies make terrible mimes

mimes turn into zombies just fine

But the main Zombie benifacture

is the peanut butter manufacture

This is a story of poor old toffee….

Happiness at the bottom of a toffee bottle, lick your lips, cause the sweetness lingers.  In the dark I can feel it, but I can’t see it.  Theres toffee lurking, toffee lurking in the dark I don’t see it but I know its bad for me.

Today the toffee, will become one, are you one toffee?  I am not toffee, I am not toffee, I am not toffee.

The coffin opens, in the dark the thud as the lid lands on a cushion of the rock floor.  I rise, in the dark, and I hunger.  Toffee, calls me, I can hear it, the toffee call courses threw my veins, all I know is toffee, and toffee is only what I want to hear.  I feel it, I feel it close, the toffee, forever calls me…  The lust can never be satisfied.

Few who see what I am, can live, forever, with the calling of the toffee.  It is me, and I am it.  The hive, the love, the life, toffee is one, toffee is all!

Toffees not the one whose so far away, Toffees not the one whose so far away, Toffees not the one whose so far away.  Toffee toffee, Toffee toffee.

And I find toffee kinda runny, and I find toffee kinda sad
The toffee that I’m eating is the best I ever had.

Toffees all you ever want
Toffees the type you like to flaunt
Toffees the type you like to eat for diner

You and me baby, ain’t nothing but toffee, so lets eat toffee like they do on discovery channel.

I did it all for the toffee
Come on!
the toffee
Come on!
the toffee,
so you can take that caramel and stick it up your yay!

The toffee opens its eyes, I see toffee’s eyes are open, wear a toffee disguise for me.

Toffee
I wanna be with you
and make believe with you
and live in toffee harmony, always

Oh toffee your so fine
your so fine
you blow my mind
hey toffee

I ate toffee today, to see if I still taste, I focus on the toffee the only thing thats real.

Oh toffee toffee
Oh toffee toffee
how was I supposed to  know
that toffee was so right
Oh toffee toffee
I shouldn’t have ate you all
and now your on my thighs
Show me how to eat the
tell me toffee cause I need to eat it all
My toffee is killing me, and I
I must confess I still eat toffee
eat toffee
When I’m not eating you I lose my mind
Give me a sing
Hit me toffee one more time!

You think your toffee your only a boy

Your daddy works in porno, now that toffees not around
You used to love your toffee, but now its in the ground

The toffee opens its eyes, pale blue coloured eyes.

I went looking for toffee, and boy I found it
toffees in love with itself

I know you like toffee
I know you do,
thats why whenever toffee comes around, its all over you.
I know you want it
Its easy to see
and in the back your mind, all toffee needs to be eat
Don’t cha’ wish your toffee was hot like me?

Detachable Toffee
I woke up this morning with a bad hangover, and my toffee was missing, this happens all the time, its eatable.

My toffee brings all the boys to the yard.

I don’t like the toffee, but the toffee likes me.

Oooo my toffee, my toffee, I hunger for your taste

Oh well I guess it would be nice, if I could taste toffee.  I know not everybody has got toffee like me.

Toffee bloody toffee
Were all living in toffee, toffee, its wunderbar!

Cut my toffee into peices, this is my last resort.  Would it be wrong, would it be right, if I ate my toffee tonight?

I live for toffee, its great its great, I’m the white rabbit.

Everybody, everybody, lets get into it, lets get toffee in here.
She walks out with empty arms, toffee in her hand, she is good and she is bad.

TOFFEE CAN SEE THROUGH YOU!
SEE TO THE REAL YOU!

soul of the tisaratopsacolopidea, and maybe that is what the communist eill eat the snow but why would you want to know that, i maen what is the point, and then i would dissapear then where whould we beee, but not wondering , looking for teachgers with the keys, lookin for sailt uderground, i do’t need your redemptions, i don’t need you to deceveme, all my life ive been wandriun……..

Sung to Mandy, and was written for a guildee

Oh Yiren - By Nickle

I remember my Legionnaire days
Yiren would tank away
creaminator heals
Axia and I do damage
Pomer has her void
and BGL is

no more, a new guild
Happy guildies pass my way
Looking in their eyes
I see a memory
I never realized
how happy your tankin’ made me, oh Yiren

Well you came and you gave up tanking
BOF said go fury, oh Yiren
well you picked a name that means peeing
and its funny as hell, oh Yiren

I’m standing in molten core
You mine some thorium ore
Fury spec, your dps is climbing,
mines still better,
my aggro levels rising, oh Yiren

Well you came and you gave up tanking
Band of Fury has better, oh Yiren
drop your shield you won’t need it, your not tanking
your shields’ bent anyway, oh Yiren

Yesterday’s a dream now I face Ragnaros
stabbing like a flea
the pain is calling, oh Yiren

Well you came and you gave up tanking
BOF said go furry, oh Yiren
pull out that two hander, your not tanking
DPS hooray, oh Yiren

Well you came and you gave up tanking
Band of Fury has better, oh Yiren
Bezerker stance is the way to be standing
And I’ll still assist you

Once apon a time I was in a bar, I asked a handfull of random people to write me a story about parrots, these are their stories…

The parrot commands me, the parrot tells me to dance.
I think that was mine…

Today I saw a parrot on T.V. He ate a kids head! It was good but unfortunatly he was a mascott It was not real.
I replied: Or thats what the parrot wanted you to think.

Polly wants a cracker. A lucsious, white, pink parts, chick cracka! Did I mention Polly is a funky black sista who likes mixing the chocolate wit’ the vanilla! Ohhh yea, babeh. HOT. Polly will toss that cracka girls salad. …SALAD!! also, strap-ons. Mmm…
And the sex based parrot stories begin.

The parrot is most definitely not fine. A man gets lonely at sea, and let me tell you… That parrot’s such a slut.
I added: And parrots talk.
Your a parrot.
I think I wrote that…

Talking in the morning.
Talking in the evening.
Talking all the live long day.
Fuck You!
And I added: Ficken its feathered ass!

The parrot flew to the lady “He wants to fuck you!” Who she said. “Check it out” As it proceeds to pull out the 10 inches.
So much parrot sex, I should have known better before I started asking drunk people to write about parrots.

A good parent tells you your an asshole! See my father who almost died 1 1/2 years ago, calls me an asshole daily. And its gold to me. I wouldn’t have it any other way. Having your FATHER call you a piece of shit, after he was supposed to be dead (according to drs.) Means the world to me. To my dad I’m a piece of shit. And all I can say is thanks dad.
This person miss heard, thought I said a story about a parent.

“Thers’s never a day without pain, for everyone needs war. With out hotred love will die for evermore”
Maybe I was to drunk to say the word parrot at this point

Geekiness is a lot like good mescaline, it comes on in waves.

Theres something crawling

Theres something crawling, in the dark

I don’t see it, but I know its after me

Theres something lurking,

Theres something lurking, in the dark

I don’t see it, but I know its here for me

Cause I am a geek, and I’m a zombie

I am a geek, I am a zombie geek!

TGhis is drunken major tom to ground control

can you feelk tie!
Todays new word is pnakey! the doing of nothing. it ounds the dirtiesty of dirty, but really its not not at all, bad people

I have ita now you badger lovely commie!

And ode to the grape, its round, you eat it, grapey ghood ness seeps out.

and ode to the mind, its round you eat it, mindy goodness seeps out.

And you know what, that works

meow!

tadpoleofdeath: Why do so many math majors confuse Halloween and Christmas?
elfking: why?
tadpoleofdeath: Because Oct 31 is Dec 25.

Hello, my new sigline, courtesy of bash.org.

Well I can’t sleep, maybe because I am not warm? Who knows, but the best is being kept awake, and pondering things. I should be asleep, but I had to post this, for one simple reason that you will see at the end. For now…

Does your money keep you warm at night? Well I don’t have money, or anything else to keep me warm at night. I hear-by declare this saying as sucky, and I will now boil in rage whenever it is spoken. But worry not in my sleepless state I have come up with a solution. Tomorrow I will get a giant anaconda, and put a Beatle wig on it. It won’t keep me warm, but I will sleep better knowing there is a giant snake, with nostalgia, lurking in the shadows of my home.

Yup I stayed up simply to embed the thought of a wig wearing snake in your mind.