Another Chuckle

I'm back for business, motherfucker!

Jag antar att min enda läsare har saknat mig så fruktansvärt mycket och nu ska jag ge tillbaka til min gode och trogne muppvän. Jag tänker ge dig möjlighet att vinna ett paket med Tutti Frutti godis, OM du kan svara rätt på den här frågan:

Vad heter jag?

I andra fall så har jag börjat ned pilates för pirater och min byggverkstad är större än någonsin, eftersom att jag inte har någon!

Take care now, bye bye then :)

Hälsa på Van Helsing, han är hälsad!


Hur många människor kommer ihåg när skäggbiffarna från torra Irak/Afghanistan/Iran/Mexico/Ukulele missade avfarten och åkte rakt in i dom där två höga husen? I sure as hell don't... Det var typ 50 år sen nu, så det spelar inte så stor roll längre.


Det är snart dags att äta kokosnötter!


Idag händer det något märkligt. Inte för mig, utan för alla andra förutom mig. Mest för mig. Nu kommer jag inte ihåg vad som ska hända... Förbannat. Nåväl, hejdå då!

Säg grattis till min mamma!

I'm just so fuckin' depressed. I just can't seem to get out this slump.
If I could just get over this hump. But I need something to pull me out this dump.
I took my bruises, took my lumps, fell down and I got right back up.
But I need that spark to get psyched back up.
I don't know how I pry away and I ended up in this position I'm in. I starting to feel distant again.
I know some shit's so hard to swallow and I just can't sit back and wallow in my own sorrow, but I know one fact.
I'll be one tough act to follow. Here today, gone tomorrow.
But you have to walk a thousand miles in my shoes, just to see what it's like to be me.
I'll be you, let's trade shoes just to see what It'd be like to.
Feel your pain, you feel mine. Go inside each other's mind just to see what we find.
Look at shit through each other's eyes.

But don't let 'em say you ain't beautiful.
They can all get fucked. Just stay true to you.

I think I'm starting to lose my sense of humor. Everything is so tense and gloom.
I almost feel like I gotta check the temperature in the room just as soon as I walk in.
It's like all eyes on me, so I try to avoid any eye contact cause if I do that then it opens a door to conversation.
Like I want that...
I'm not looking for extra attention. I just want to be just like you.
Blend in with the rest of the room. Maybe just point me to the closest restroom.
I don't need a fucking man servant  tryin' to follow me around, and wipe my ass,
laugh at every single joke I crack, and half of them ain't even funny like:
Ahh, you're so funny man, you should be a comedian, god damn!
Unfortunately I am, but I just hide behind the tears of a clown.
So why don't you all sit down, listen to the tale I'm about to tell.

Nobody asked for life to deal us with these bullshit hands they've delt.
We have to take these cards ourselves and flip them, don't expect no help.
Now I could have either, just sat on my ass and pissed and moaned,
but take this situation in which I'm placed in and get up and get my own.
I just wanted to fit in every single place. Every school I went.
I dreamed of being that cool kid even if it meant acting stupid.
I learned my lesson and cause I wasn't tryin' to impress my friends no more, but I already told you my whole life story,
not just based on my description. Cause where you see it from, where you're sitting it's probably 110% different.
I guess we would have to walk a mile in each other's shoes, at least.
What size you where? I wear tens. Let's see if you can fit your feet...

Lately I've been hard to reach. I've been too long on my own.
Everybody has a private world where they can be alone.
Are you calling me, are you trying to get through?
Are you reaching out for me? I'm reaching out for you.

And to the rest of the world:
God gave you the shoes that fit you, so put 'em on and wear 'em.
And be yourself, man. Be proud of who you are.
Even if it sounds corny...  Don't ever let anyone tell you that you ain't beautiful.

Mucho mucho har hänto på senaste tiden... o...
Till exempel så är det livespelning på Folkets Park den 22a Januari i Folkets Park. I Arboga alltså. Du vet.
Annars var det väl inte så mycket mer.
Jag menar, vad är vitsen med att dra ett skämt...? Do you shark? En tankeställare!


År 2010 visar goda intryck på efterfrågan och uppföljning:

Figures of the fallen
Tobias 20 år
Yashin
Ourlastbreath
For the fallen dreams
Studenten '10
Julafton
Nyår
Nytt år

Agera och repetera!