Yo, word is bond, word to you mother, O master 4 is in the mother fucking building, put your deuces up for the God! OK, apologies, now I've got my funk master flex intro out the way I thought I should sit down with you kids, in the gutters, where you live and rap with you about life, love and this here bloggy blog mc bloggenstien.
The remit of this blog is to provide the world with my extreme uneducated, unresearched, ungrammar checked ramblings. Like the eventual walking husks of old man/woman stink we shall all become, I am not ashamed to sit in my own filth, hurl abuse and sound off about issues I have no write opinionatins on.
From movies, games, comics, food, music and any other pointless ass I think about, if you want to hear my perspective, the temple of Ownage, the synagogue of pawn, the cathedral of tired internet clichés and fails, Ownage 4000 is your destination.
Disclaimer...please, I am under no illusions that the only people reading this are close friends and those I've coerced here through threats of sexual and psychological violence... you should see the ven diagram, them groups overlap something fierce....
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