Well, at least we're ever-so-slowly weeding out the more parasitic members of our fandom.
This user has been dead for several years. I'm sorry to say that there will be no more updates.
"Hey, look, there's Mario! LET'S FUCK HIM UP!"
"I SWEAR TO GOD... IF YOU HIT ME WITH ANOTHER BLUE SHELL-" *Whack* "GODDAMNIT"
"Move, Peach, you fat bitch!" *Bump*
"Don't pick Rainbow Road! DON'T PI-" *Click* "...You piece of shit...."
"WOOOO. DRIFT FOR DAAAAAYYYYYYS and I fell off... damn it."
"What the hell?! I was in second, like five seconds ago! Now I'm ninth!"
"I hit myself with my OWN GREEN SHELL... I HAVE to be retarded, there's no other explanation."
Yep, guys.
It's that month.
Trash your razors, your trimmers, your waxers, or whatever you use to keep that gargantuan fur forest of a crotch, armpits, and/or face of yours in check. Because it's that month where you must disregard all bodily hygiene and turn into a walking bush... of hair.
That's right: No-Shave November.
'MURICAAAAA! FOOTBALL! BEER! TITS! GUNS! WRESTLING! PONIES!
That's right, ladies and germs, everyone's (least) favourite Libyan author is back in America, in the warm embracing arms of family and friends. With jetlag screwing with my brain and a belly full of food, I feel pretty damn good.
Not sure about updating stories at the moment, as I've reached this stage where I must play TF2 before I write.
...
What? That shit's FUN.
"Uncle Shadow is updating his blog! Yay!"
...Robby, get'cho bitch-ass back in the tool shed. Goddamn fourth-grader.
Oh! Sup, chaps? Didn't see you there!
So, some news.
We entered the last ten days of Ramadan, so performing more religious deeds is a must. It may impede with my writing, but hey. It's worth it in the end. After Ramadan ends in eight days, I'll be flying back to America, where I'll only have a little over a week until I start school. :I
{Sorta inappropriate due to language}
I don't get this often anymore, since I'm sure I was pretty cool at my old charter school. But it's come to my attention that cyberbullying is still a thing.
...
I don't get it. It's... a bunch of kids... typing to each other.
You know, scientists have actually found a way to stop cyberbullying - it's called closing your bloody computer.
Which brings me to a more sensitive topic.