Wednesday, 14 December 2011

My, My, What Awfully Strange Times.

There is currently no snow outside. Tomorrow it will be 11 degrees celsius (or so I've heard). It's DECEMBER. DE-FREAKING-CEMBER! No snow and it's warm.

I live in Canada. In Canada we get snow from (usually) late October to quite possibly March...Last year we had it till May I think (off and on). But we've had a thin, note THIN, layer of snow for...a day? I'm concerned, confused, and awe-shocked...I am at a  loss for words...

In any case, I finally got my Christmas shopping done, I'll start baking next week I think. I can't wait for holidays to start. (Last day of school is the 23, we go back on the 9th as I'm sure you may already know.)

I haven't been able to play Skyrim much...Damn school and home stuff to be done. Brother is farther than me....and I don't apprieciate it.

Matcha in ice cream (vanilla) or if you can buy it) is delicious. I'm also trying to read a book called Ashes, Ashes, but I again haven't had the time. And you know what really sucks, when I have had time, I've been too tired to do anything but sleep. I've fallen asleep on the couch, my mother's bed, and the floor. Mostly the couch though. School is one hell of an annoyance.

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Oh, look, it's raining.

On the bright side I've had some time at lunches to work on the book I'm writing. And I was all proud of myslef when I managed to translate something. It went...

In Italian:
Il cuore ha sue ragione che ragioni conosce. (Or something)

And in French (I got stuck on ragione and ragioni):
Le cuore sait raison, que le raison connait pas. (Again, or something.)

Which is: The heart knows reason, which reason does not know...

Crap, I have to go to class...

Blessed be,
Mary Hiashi

Thursday, 24 November 2011

Hi! I'm back again. Although I should really be working on one of my 5 billion projects. Exaggeration I know, but sometimes it feels like that. In my last post I said something like (and it left poor little me feeling obsessed) it was supposed to be "upset". Anywho, I didn't make banana bread, instead I made onigiri. It was pretty good. I even made a panda faced one for kicks. The rest were triangles...

On to funner stuff though...

Here are some Kuroshitsuji pics:


That is Sebastian Michaelis. You see, he is simply one hell of a butler.

And this is Ciel Phantomhive. The one Sebastian works for:



And these are the servants (Bardroy, Maylene, Finnian, and Tanaka).




This is the Undertaker:



And there is a bunch of other people, but those are some of my favs...

I'd show you Pluto...but...ya...

Now on to some Skyrim pictures.

No...Gah! I've run out of time and a lot of these pictures that I want to put on are blocked. Sorry.

Blessed be,
Miss Mary Hiashi

Wednesday, 23 November 2011

I Like Cheese

Now that I have stated an obvious, universal truth, I will explain why.

In Skyrim, cheese is life. Sometimes finding and buying health potions is hard or expensive. Cheese wheels on the other hand are not...

In any case, Skyrim is awesome.

In the game, I am a Breton. I use a one-handed sword. Giants are scary, Thu'ums are awesome, Dragons breathe fire, and Faendal is my bestest friend (he's my follower.). I've had only about...at the most 5 glitches so far. Which is great for me considering that I seem to be a glitch magnet. And I've saved only 200 times. I'm so proud of myself. (Yes, I have saving issues. My record is 800 in one day.) My dumbest glitch was probably when I fought a Draugr Scourge (an undead guy, also a mage), and once he was dead he started sliding away. I couldn't keep up and he slid down through the opening that led to the next area in the game, never to be seen again. Needless to say, all my hard work paid for nothing, and poor little me was left slightly obsessed.

Anyway, I went on a baking tangent and made cookies and brownies last night (all from scratch). Tonight I'm probably making banana bread...I felt like saying it, so I did.

Hellboy, I liked your (The Fallen) post. A very beautiful poem. I'm sorry for being a part of the Fallen. I haven't had anytime. My internet sucks. And when I can go on and I do have time, I'm too tired to do it. (I can only really go on during the weekend and SOMETIMES during lunch here at school. I only have 40 minutes.)

I actually have to go to class about now anyways...Actually wait...I have a few minutes to spare today because I'm on this floor for class today...

Know this though Hellboy, and everyone else. I will always be here even when I'm gone. The Fallen being a term used is proof of that...And any other silly thing I've ever said.

Ooh! A show you should check out (if you're older than let's say...16? 17? maybe) is Kuroshitsuji or Black Butler (english name). I'll write about it more later and provide for pictures but right now I have to go!

Blessed be,
I'll Always be,
Miss Mary Hiashi

Thursday, 10 November 2011

QUICK post! I have about five minutes for this. Yes, I'm still alive. I'm just busier than sin. And I will be clearing my schedule for the next few days possibly weeks...probably weeks...for Skyrim!

It comes out tonight at midnight. Hee-hee! It's going to be awesome! You don't know how excited I am for it. I've heard that there is around 300 hours of gameplay...for me, probably an hour or two of my time will just be spent on creating my character. I'd post pictures if I had the time, but I just wanted to say hi, and rant about excitedness. And yes, I bought the collectors edition.

Blessed be,
Miss Mary Hiashi

P.S. Sorry for not spending more time with you guys! :(

Saturday, 15 October 2011

Skyril's Epic Recipe

So, yes, I made these the other day, and I still moan with delight when I eat one. :P They are quite epic. I wanted to make it again and post /pics, but my internet is still down. I'm only able to do this because I'm at a place using their internet. I'm hoping my internet will work again soon. If that happens, I'll make it and post the pics. :]
Even without the pictures, though, this recipe is brilliant and rather simple/easy to make. I'd most definitely suggest it to anyone. If you do make it, would you mind leaving a comment telling me what you think of it? :D

Necessities:
13X9X2 inch baking pan
1 1/2 sticks butter
1 3/4 cups vanilla wafer crumbs [these are those round vanilla crackers you see in pudding sometimes. A good way to make them into crumbs, is to put some in a ziplock bag and whack them with a hammer, mallet, or anything heavy that you can beat something with :P. You want to break them up till they're nothing but cookie dust. You need 1 3/4 cups of this cookie dust]
1/4 cup sugar
6 tablespoons cocoa
1 can sweetened condensed milk
3/4 cups toffee bits
1 cup semi-sweet chocolate chips
1 cup chopped walnuts

Preheat oven to 350 F
First thing I'd do is beat up the crackers. Secondly, put your butter into your baking pan and stick it into the oven to melt completely.
Mix together crumbs, sugar, and cocoa.
Pull out your pan with the melted butter and pour the crumb mixture evenly over the butter in the pan.
Pour can of sweetened condensed milk evenly over that.
Cover evenly with toffee bits, chocolate chips, and lastly, chopped walnuts. Press down firmly over it all with a spoon.
Bake for 25-28 minutes. [when you take it out, don't worry if some of the condensed milk has bubbled out on top. It doesn't mess it up]
*Let it cool completely*
Cut into bars, eat them, and thank Skyril for this amazing recipe 8)


But most of all, wrap them good and send them  all to Kallista who you all love so well.

Wednesday, 12 October 2011

Gobble Gobble!

Happy (Belated) Thanksgiving! Yes, it was yesterday. (At least for Canada.)

I don't like turkey. Never did. But I do love pumpkin pie. It's delicious.

I watched my cousin completely fail at DDR and flail while playing Michael Jackson: The Experience. 'Twas hilarious. And it's only a four day week this week. Awesome sauce incarnate that is.

October is almost half way through, and soon enough it will be time to pull out the toques. Which I hate because I get really really frizzy hair. But I'll be able to pull out my Valkyrie style jacket, and my scarves. So, you know.

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Speaking of knowing...I hate it when you drink pop and the carbonation stuff (can't think of the word) comes up through your nose later on.

Last thing, I swear. Why do we have to always buy Ketchup Chips. I don't like them. Haven't since I over did them when I was a kid. I like Dill Pickle, All Dressed, Salt 'n' Vinegar, and Buffalo Wings and Blue Cheese flavoured. (Also some others but these are my favs.) I wonder what poutine flavour would taste like...

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Naw...

...Crap! I want one now.

Hee, hee. I lied. One more thing. (I'm hyper.) Here are some awesome books that you should check out:

-Crabbe by William Bell
-Lord of the Flies by William Golding
-Acceleration by...Umm...Someone.
-To Kill a Mockingbird by Harper Lee
-Green Angel by Alice Hoffman
-The Alchemist by...Someone. (This is kind of religious, but still a good book. [I'm not of any religion my own self by the way. Except I do use some phrases from some religions...])
-Reckless by Cornelia Funke (well anything by her really)
-I don't even need to mention Skulduggery...

Now I'm done.

Blessed be,
Miss Mary Hiashi

Saturday, 17 September 2011

Augustus Gloop

Hollandaise sauce!

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I mean! HELLO, CRUEL WORLD! HELLO!

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Anywho...This is a Mary's Favourite Things post today.

I've been trying to determine whether I like FMA (Fullmetal Alchemist) or FMA Brotherhood better. I thought that it was just going to be FMA, hands down...But damn, the other is good too! Grr...(I just finished Brotherhood). They are the same anime at the base of things, but then again, it's like watching two completely different shows. Here are some sneaker-peakers (kind of):

That was the original anime...I didn't want to spoil anything, but I wanted to give you a sense of what it's like.

That is Bratja "Brothers" from the original as well.

I couldn't find a good clip-mer-bobber for Brotherhood that didn't give away buckets of spoilers.

Then there is Bioshock:

And Bioshock 2:

Or this song, Carnival of Rust by Poets of the Fall:


Or Sleep. (Also by them):


There are a few others but...you know...

Ooh! And then there is the ever broody elf. Fenris:



Oh! And my ever trusty dwarf. Varric Tethras...

I still don't know why Bianca isn't seen as a character on Fanfiction.Net...

Hmm...It's the audio that counts with this next one. And to really apprieciate it, you'd have to have gone to mass. This is Dane Cook talking about it.


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I think I'll stop there...


Blessed be,
Miss Mary Hiashi

Monday, 12 September 2011

Kallista Is Burning

It's getting to be that time again. I'm talking about when the leaves change color and are so incredibly beautiful the trees almost rival me for my own beauty!
REG
But then the leaves fall and the racking begins. After racking the leaves into piles, the leaves then get transferred to the wheel barrel. I push the wheel  barrel up the hill to the back of the house where the fire pit is. From there the leaves get dumped out into the fire pit and BURN!!!
But there are so many leaves and they get slippery. Last year I slipped, fell into the pit, and got BURNED! I seemed to get burned a lot last year.
Besides the fire pit incident there was the pressure cooker situation, *shudders* some chemical burns from cleaning with heavy duty cleaners, sunburns, and of course grease burns from cooking.
I thought of all of this while taking the corn on the cob out of  the boiling water with tongs only to have it slip from the tongs back into the boiling hot water and splashing me with it.
Now I have little angry red marks on my face and neck. I will have to go to school this way.
My neck is bothering me right now. It's nothing bad. Just irritating. But with all my burns I have  been getting, ( I know you are all perplexed! How can a graceful beautiful queen be involved in so many incidences? Well, I don't know. It's a mystery to me too!)
I can only hope that this year as I rake leaves that I won't be part of a Final Destination scenario! I hope I don't go up in smoke!
Wish me luck my friends! Wish me luck! !

Monday, 5 September 2011

Ho Hum

Hi everybody. I don't really have much to say. All I wanted to do here was share a couple skits that made me laugh from SNL (Saturday Night Live). :D
I searched youtube for a bit. Didn't find the best but I still think you will get the idea. I love the character of Herb Welsh. He is the kind of character I would have loved to play.

Here is a clip. It's only one cause I could not get the other one on here. I hope you have fun watching it anyways.  Thanks for watching!:D







Monday, 22 August 2011

Sing Willow, Willow, Willow...

Title based of the Willow Song from Othello (Shakespeare).

So, it has come to my attention that no one really comments on my stuff. Do I have bad breath or something? Oh my, I do, don't I?
Nah, it's alright. I'm used to being ignored in real life, so being ignored on the internet is much the same. It gives me more time to think if nothing else. *Sighs* Although admittedly it can be quite tiresome. And, I've learned not to get your hopes up high. That way, your hopes will never be dashed...Also that the cake is a lie. Hee...hee...Sten.

"Where is the cake? I was told there would be cake. The cake is a lie." (Sten. Dragon Age: Origins.)
OR
"TEMPLAR: You...You're not looking to get across to the tower are you? 'Cause I have strict orders not to let anyone pass.
(Other stuff is said...)
YOUR CHARACTER (YC): Can't we work something out?
TEMPLAR: Hmm...I don't know. Y'know, I am feeling a bit peckish though.
YC: They must have food at the tower. Let's go together!
STEN: Farshaara! Here. Munch on these if you like.
TEMPLAR: Ohhh cookies!
STEN: I am content to part with them, if it saves us from this fool.
YC: Where did you get them?
STEN: There was a child-a fat, slovenly thing-in the last village we passed. I relieved him of these confections. He didn't need more.
YC: Very well then...
TEMPLAR: Mmm...Yummy!..." (Dragon Age: Origins.)

*Sighs*

Blessed be,
Miss Mary Hiashi

Tuesday, 9 August 2011

What do you do?

What do you do when you are so angry with someone but are helpless to change the situation.
One day it seems fine. You feel secure with the friendships you have. The next moment it feels as if the floor has dropped away and you are falling into a deep dark pit.
You find out that you are nothing more then a minor distraction for someone and are easily forgettable. Your feelings on things are played down and the words you had written to a friend are ignored.
You realise how foolish you are to have opened your heart which has only begun to heal from damage inflicted by family and other fake friends: your stupid dumb heart.
You realise that you are just a halfwit who can be easily fooled time and time again.
It's no wonder that a person like that is easily forgotten; a bimbo like me.
So says the epitome of human trash. I'm junk and I just don't care anymore.

Monday, 8 August 2011

Garble, Garble! Oh, Woe is Me!

Ollo. *Giggles*

Yes Hellboy, I did see the season 9 preview. I also saw the first seven (is it seven now?) episodes. God, I love Caboose. And who doesn't like Sarge...Well...I know I do like him. Oh, right! That coffee cup thing was hilarious. Stupid guard...

Here is some Sarge related things!

Like his song, Forge World:


Or, some Sarge-isms:


Or how about this:


All rights belong to Rooster Teeth and Bungie and what have you obviously.

But here is something not RvB related. It's more Call of Duty related. I present the Legend of Karl. By theLegendofKarl I think...Anywho, it's funny.


Blessed be,
JammersFlood

Monday, 25 July 2011

Speakers Eat Children, I Swear!

Hi, hi! It's been a long time I know...I kind of, well, completely forgot that blogs existed until I searched something up and it took me to a blog site. I beg pardon. But...

I'll probably sound like a heartless wretch for saying this, but I've never cried over a pet. Never. I think because I had always accepted the fact far before the action occured. It didn't impede on the time that was lived, it just didn't impact sadly on the that which eventually died. I think too, that I always understood what death meant...I haven't lost any really close relatives but I know that I will eventually, that too is...okay. It will happen because life dictates that that is so. Que sera, sera. Whatever will be, will be.

I remember when I was five we had a rat named Charlie. He was a great little thing that loved people, and we loved him in turn. However, Charlie got cancer. I remember the red bump on his hind leg. One night before bed I went to the basement to say good night to my parents. They had Charlie in the box that he had always loved to play in (don't ask me why), they said it was to comfort him in his passing. They told me to say goodbye to him because that was the last time I would see him. So I said goodnight and that he was the best rat anyone could ever have had. We buried him in that same box beneath the tree behind our house.

When I was nine or so, our goat died. Her name was Daisy. It was during the winter and at night, she goat sick. The other goats cast her out and she ended up freezing to death. We buried her in the garden.

When I was ten, we put my horse down. She was a good old girl, but she was suffering terribly. I hugged her one last time and said my goodbyes before school and she was gone by the time I got home.

When I was twelve, the cat that we had had since before I was born was put down while I was away at school. I came home, and the air was different. I knew he was gone but I asked anyway. They said he wouldn't eat or drink. They took him to the vet to see what was wrong and they said that he was at the end of his road. I smiled at my mom and said "I can't believe that old man survived for this long. What with all those brawls he got into with both cats and dogs alike. And for having to put up with me as a baby."  She smiled back.

At some point after that, our goat died two days after its birth. It wouldn't eat or sleep. And some time after that our other cat died. I call him the winter kitty, because he was only there for winter before a car ran over him.

There's more but I should probably stop...I got a little carried away there. One word of wisdom though, never ask me to comfort you. I don't know how.

Anywho, I had some creamy chocolate rum cake not too long ago. It was D-E-L-I-C-I-O-U-S. Yes, good enough to emphasis by spelling. Also, Adam Lambert is an amazing singer, take this for example:

Then there is the most epica bad timing ever in a movie. (It's from the ending of Stephen King's the Mist. If you are planning on watching the movie and don't want any spoilers, don't watch this.)



But to lighten the mood...(WARNING: Some swearing!)

That is all...

Blessed be,
Miss Mary Hiashi

Monday, 11 July 2011

A Tale of Two Poems

Just a small creature
I found in the snow.
A little sweet cat
who needed a home.

With tenderness I carried you
out from the cruel cold,
and settled you here
in the warmth of my love.

What joy you brought me
You made me laugh.
The way you acted haughty
when you really wanted a cuddle.

You acted offended
when I picked you up.
But your purr gave you away
You silly sweet cat!

Trouble did not wait
To tear us apart.
Because of my allergy
to the garage you were cast out.

Guilt played upon my heart
Every time that I saw
You standing by the window
Waiting to be let in.

Puzzle you were,
of why this sudden change.
I wish I could have told you
That I loved you still.

I did what I could
to show you my love.
Even though I could no longer touch.
I fed you, kept you safe or so I thought.

Then one day you became ill
I didn’t know what to do.
Anxiousness filled me deep inside
as I saw you suffer in solitude.
 
I had to take you to the vet
Her news was hard to take.
She said there was no hope for you.
My heart right then did break.

Poor sweet kitty, so trusting
To me you came and rested,
While the doctor gave you
the final countdown of your life.

Peacefully you went to sleep.
But nevermore will you wake.
My tears fall down on your fur.
Wishing that I was not a murderer.

Into a blue blanket went your body.
Still so soft and so cuddly.
Into the ground you went in short after.
To be covered in dirt in my back yard.

I look around at the clear summer sky
Warm gentle breezes brush past my tears.
Yet happiness is far from me.
My soul cries out in agony.

Oh little lost critter I have betrayed you!
My heart will never forget,
this moment, this day, this hour.
Devistated, for I buried you today.

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This past week sucked major.
 It was one of the worst ever.
 I wished things could change
I wished I could make them better.

I had watched helplessly
as first one cat and then the other
were taken from me
before I knew what was happening. 

I turned to friends
and hid my guilt
that I was a traitor
to the ones I was to protect.

I read a few posts.
Some stopped my heart quick,
sending me reeling
into a bottomless pit.

Yet soon  I found strength.
Soon I found courage
to clime out of that pit
so that I could be with all of you.

I looked to the bright spots.
They carried me through.
Thalia's bravery, Mar's posts
Ann's kindness, and Hellboy's birthday.

There was plenty of reasons
to keep me from crying.
Celebrating you all
who come to the blogs.

Yet, forgive me please
if I just take a moment
to let go of my grief
though small it may seem.

My heart had been grieving for so long
before I met all in the SP gang.
Healing began when I met all of you.
Happiness blossomed as friendships bloomed.

Yet this blow that has struck me down
is not the first that left my heart bleeding.
If it does not stop I fear I should die.
Wasted away from all those times I cried.

A ray of light pierces my sadness.
Lifting up my eyes to all of your love.
Rising up I will come forth, 
take your hands and then rejoice.

Even in sadness
my heart will sing
with joy and laughter still!
For I have friends here
who I love and care for.
A gift from God that I treasure

Wednesday, 6 July 2011

The Wonderfulness That Is Bob Hale

Now I know that this show only airs in the UK (probably). But Horrible Histories is a brilliant show that makes history interesting! Well I've always found history fascinating but for those people who don't already love history this show makes history interesting. One of my favourite sketches are The Bob Hale Reports. So I've decided to gather all of them in one place to watch when I want to. I'll update it when new ones come out. And I apologise for the quality of 3 reports but they're the only ones on youtube so they'll have to do.

1. The Roman Report



2.  The Stone Age Report



3. The British Empire Report



4. The Viking Report



5. The Crusades Report



6. The Civil War Report



7. The Incan Report



8. The Protestant and Catholic Report



9. The French Revolution Report



10. The Pharoh Report



11. The War of the Roses Report



12. The American Report


13. The Anglo Saxon Report



Isn't he wonderful?

Sunday, 3 July 2011

Fliggen Hagen

...I pray thee Ashtoreth, please let that not mean anything. Especially not something offensive. That'd suck...

Anywho, Friday was a very interesting day. I apologized to at least five slugs, I did a lot of the grunt work for re-fencing the one area on my property, and I was out there for seven bloody hours! Yay Canada day. Damn posts. Well, now my shoulders are sore, and I have a killer headache from sunburn. It was around 27 degrees celsius. God it's hot! It is now somewhere around 21, which is a little bette,r but it is still really hot. The AC is on. *Sighs* I hate the summer.

I would not survive in places like Florida...Or Australia...Or...Well hot places. I like the fall. The temp. goes to about 13 degrees-ish. That's comfortable weather. *Sighs again*

But school's over with for now! Hu-freaking-zzuh!

I think that was the entirety of my rant...Now for this song:

(Blood Gulch Blues)

Blessed be,
Miss Mary Hiashi

Friday, 1 July 2011

The Duel

This is a post that recounts the epic duel  between Kallista Pendragon- The Beautiful Goddess Queen and Octaboona Ambrosius- Purple Poet and Paragon of the Horde of Iridescent Indigo, Glint of the Moon and Ember of the Glorious Sun.
A duel between Green and Purple.
Cast  of Characters:
Quinnera Elviana: 5th Seat of the Council of the Lost Ones  as Commentator.
Nicolette Croga - The Lone Wolf as Judge.
Octaboona Ambrosius- Purple Poet and Paragon of the Horde of Iridescent Indigo, Glint of the Moon and Ember of the Glorious Sun as Duelist representing the color Purple.
Kallista Pendragon- The Beautiful Goddess Queen as Duelist representing the color Green.
Lizzy the lovely un-dead vampire writer as Coach for Octaboona.
Legolas3 as Coach for Kallista.
Dragona Pine as the Marshmallow Bell Ringer!
Taia-DeMars as Vendor of over priced items.

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AND SO WE BEGIN!

Quinn:
 Hello Blogland, and welcome to the wrestling match of the century. I'm Quinnera, I'm commentating today, and let me just say, it's going to be a great match! So, I’ll just introduce our crowd for today… First off we have, Dragona Pine- the marshmallow bell ringer! Second, we have Taia, our overpriced snack seller. Our judge today, is the amazing Nicolette Crook! In the crowd we have special guests Krane Farlin, Jackskin, Isabella Midnight and Florence Black!


Dragona:
Right.





Three





Two





One






FIGHT!









DING DING!



Quinn:
And finally… In this corner, she’s a lean mean fighting machine… She runs for the colour green! You may know her as the Beautiful, Goddess Queen, it’s the one, the only…. KALLISTA PENDRAGON with her amazing coach… Legolas!!!!

And in the other corner… He’s purple, and poetic… His rhymes are awesomely phonetic… Introducing the Paragon of the Purple Horde…. OCTABOONA AMBROSIUS with his awesomesauce coach… Lizzy!!!!

The bell has rung... we are awaiting the first move...

Taia:
*shouts* Hey, My snacks aren't overpriced!!

Octa:
*Kallista and I enter the ring*

Quinn:
*buys an overpriced snack from Taia*

Taia:
*offers Isabella some Lucozade* Only £6.55!!

Quinn:
The contestants have entered the ring... this is going to be an exciting match, folks...

Kalliata:
*struts around waving hands in the air to the cheering crowd, dressed in a short green sil komono, her hair done up in dreadlocks, a sparkly pink skull and crossbones on her lovely cheek*

Octa:
*is wearing flowing robes of deepest violet and beautiful lime green socks*
*rushes towards Kallista and gives her a royal noogie*  

Kalliata:
*dodges the noogie easily and fires of rapid rounds of bananas with her trusty banana gun*

 Quinn:
And Octa rushes in with a great move... but Kallista is looking absolutely fantastic... This is obviously anyone's game...

Legolas:
aim for the stars, kallista! If you miss, you'll land on a tree!!!!!!

Quinn:
Banana gun! Well. We weren't expecting that one... Nor were we expecting those lime green socks, nice touch Octa!

Octa:
*summons the ninja penguin army to defend him whilst he reaches for his marshmallow gun*

*the penguins approach Kallista with ninja speed, armed with long feathers*

TICKLE HER!!!


Legolas:
work that banana gun!!!

Octa:
*fires a rapid round of marshmallows at Kallista*


Kallista:
*turns and picks up Octa*

*spins him around a dozen times then ties him to the post with daisy chains*


*gives him a little kiss on the cheek*
So cute....

;P


REG


Quinn:
Ninja penguins... Interesting move... Except penguins feathers are so densely packed they would be useless for tickling... *recites the rest of her biology lesson* :P But the marshmallow gun could be useful...

Taia:
*walks up to Legolas grinning*
Refreshments?


Octa:
*struggles valiantly against the daisy chains, whilst the penguin army overcomes Kallista for the moment, as she lies laughing on the floor covered in marshmallows*

*yet Octa knows that Kallista will be back in the match in no time*

*snaps the daisy chains just in time as Kallista get to her feet*


Quinn:
Daisy chains and kisses? It seems like Kallista has a very different strategy to Octa... We'll have to wait and see which fails and which prevails!

Kallista:
*rolls a hedgehog at the penguines and they all fall over like bowling pins*


*reaches in her hair and pulls out a rainbow to dazzle him with, yet it pales beside her beauty*


*shrugging, she lassos him with it and twirls him around in it*

*with her other hand she shoots from her banana gun the coke attatchment*



*fizzy coke sprays Octa and all his minions*


REG


Quinn:
Octa has broken free of the daisy chains whilst Kallista is still struggling under the masses of daisy chains? Is this against the rules? *turns to rule book* The rule book says... There are no rules!

Lizzy:
*waves pom-poms around* YAY! No rules!

Quinn:
Kallista is trying a new technique of dazzle, wrap and spray! Time tested by the FBI (probably), this is sure to give him a run for his money!

Taia:
*waves CocaCola around*

Yay! Only £3.45, or £7.45 for 2!!


Nicolette:
*leans forward in her judging seat as the action heats up*

Dragona:
*sits on Quinn* *takes over the microphone*

This is the Marshmallow man, oooooooooooohhhh



*Quinn pushes Dragona off and continues with her speech* *sits on Lizzy instead and steals her pom poms*


Octa:
*gasps drenched in coke as he stares at the oncoming hedgehog army*

*thinks back to his rudimentary classes in hedgehogese*

Brave and Valiant Hedgehogs! I am not your enemy! Please I beseech you, leave me and my penguins in peace! And then tie me up in daisy chains... I mean HER up in daisy... ummm...

*looks in horror as hedgehogs advance with daisy chains*


Screams frantically! Tie me up! Me I say not her!

No... I mean..

Oh bother.


Kallista:
* rolls Octa over and sits on him while eating a jaffa cake*



*glares at all the penguines making them shiver in fear*

*sticks a couple bananas in his ears*




*steals his socks and hides them.....someplace secret*

>;P


Quinn:
*glares at Dragona* Now, it looks like Kallista has taken the lead with her amazing moves involving hedgehogs and daisy chains! Could this be a winner?

Octa:
*coomands penguins instead to defeat the hedgehogs*

*flips over and grabs the jaffa cake out of Kallista's hand*

*shoots the marshmallows at her*


Taia:
*realsies she is running out of snacks*

*grabs another box, filled with more snacks, and Kallista and Octa Wrestling Duel Action Figures*

*walks back into the crowd shouting out the high prices*


Octa:
*pulls out the bananas and feeds them to the hedgehogs as a peace offering*

*starts searching for his missing socks whilst holding off a hug from Kallista*


Quinn:
Octa's coming back in with the penguins and marshamallows... Could this be his comeback... or downfall?

Nicolette:
*taps her fingernails along the desk and leans back, casually takes a sip of her cola (which she didn't steal off Taia with her ninja skills and glances at the scoring cards*

Kallista:
*grins wickedly and EATS the marshmellows*




*belches, spraying Octa with pink and purple glitter theat smells like lavender roses*




*ties up all the panguains and dangles them from teh ceiling*


Taia:
Anyone want any souveniers??
Reasonable prices *cough* As If! *cough*


Quinn:
And Octa's signature penguins have been dangled from the ceiling! It looks like he'll have to bring something completely new to win this one.. Although he doesn't seem to have noticed... he's still looking for those socks... Good move with the peace offering though!

Octa:
*abandoned by his penguins, Octa gains strength from the purple glitter, and moves to his final resort*

*as purple petals swirl down around Kallista*

*starts to recite*

Her aura was of lavender
Its shine lit up the night
Kallista hair of silken gold
Out raced the birds in flight

*Kallista listens entranced as Octa approaches her and lifts her up into the air*


Legolas:
KALLISTA!! IT'S ALL ABOUT TEAMWORK! BETWEEN YOU AND UH...THE FLOOR! DON'T WACK THE FLOOR AND THE FLOOR WON'T RANDOMLY COLLAPSE! *watches floor collapse* NEVERMIND.

Quinn:
Now, Octa's brought out the big guns... Poetry... This might just win Kallista over... Only time will tell...


Now could be a good time to mention the stakes in this duel… Should Kallista win, Octa will have to post every single poem on his list of 40 on his blog, instead of 10… (please see this link: http://octaboonaambrosius.blogspot.com/2011/06/prizes-and-stuff.html). However, should Octa win, we will all have to write him a poem (or possibly short story/drawing/other work- I can’t remember the decision on that one…). As you can see we have a lot running on both teams. Who will win and who will lose? You'll just have to wait...


Kallista:
*manages to get past Octa's arms and ducks in for a hug*



*stays there for a moment enjoying it, then whirls him around and ties his hands behind his back with more daisy chains*



*drops a few rainbow granades around him and puts on anti rainbow glare sunglasses as granades explode, blinding him*


*takes her banana gun with the choco-thrower and sprays him with melted chocolate*


Quinn:
Kallista has managed to defeat Octa's move! Things are getting interesting, folks! Rainbow grenades, daisy chains and chocolate! Wow. Well. Let's see how Octa deals with this one...

Octa:
*even as he is tied up with daisy chains, hugged, grenades with rainbows, and sprayed with molten chocolate, Octa continues to stare at Kallista with adoration in his eyes*

*continues reciting Kallista's Feast*

*aims marshmallow gun*


*at the computer bank that stores the 40 poems*

I would destroy them!


Quinn:
Octa seems to be still trying his poetry technique... This could either work really well or really badly... But what's this? A marshmallow gun! :O *crowds goes oooooooh!*

Kallista:
* is temporaily dazed by the beauty of Octa's poem*




*then comes to her senses, (what little there is) And flips out of his arms*


*realises that was a dumb move as she LIKED being in his arms*



*leaps back into them, but trips him as she pushes him backwards*

*he lands on the soft petals and she begins to hypnotize him with her lovely singing voice into staying down*


Quinn:
*gets up and aims a gun containing Dodos at Octa* Don't. You. Dare. Destroy. Those. Poems.

*remembers her position as a commentator, and sits down dutifully, but keeps a firm eye on Octa*


Octa:
*whilst the audience gasps horror struck, Octa dashes towards Kallista, with the marshmallow gun set on molten sticky setting, as the ninja pengin leader zooms in on a snowmobile*

*fires the gun and Kallista is trapped against the ground by sticky molten marshmallows*


Nicolette:
*leans forward*

*silently preys for her penguins saftey*


Quinn:
Octa is down people! Is it over? Or does he have something left up his sleeve?

Octa:
*the roar of the snowmobile drowns out the hypnotic sound of Kallista's singing*

*Octa jumps up free from the spell*


Quinn:
And now it's Kallista who's down! It's anyone's game!

Octa:
*high fives the ninja penguin leader as he zooms away on the snowmobile*

Kalliata:
*shrieks wildly at her hedgehogs to eat the sticky molten marshmellows*


*manages to get one hand free*


*tosses a daisy chain granade*


*it explodes and covers Octa and his penguines in a huge net binding*


Legolas:
No man in the world has more courage than the man who can stop after eating one peanut!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! YOU GOT THIS KALLISTA! SHOW 'EM WHAT IS REALLY INSIDE OF YOU!!!!!!!

Octa:
*bites through the daisy chains*

*inorder to speed up the process, he dips one of the bananas remaining in his ear into liquid nitrogen, and shatters the banana against the ground, now that it is sharp, begins sawing through the daisy chains with it*


Quinn:
And now Octa and his penguins are down in a massive daisy chain net... Folks, there hasn't been a daisy chain net that big since... *googles it* 1992! This is a once in a lifetime spectacle to see!

And Octa's trying to get through the daisy chains... Using his teeth?

No, wait, we have the help of a smashed banana, dipped in liquid nitrogen! Hurray for chemistry!



Dragona:
*climbs into the ring*


*stands between the two*



Draw, time expired. *waves hands madly*


Kallista:
*realises her marshmellow proof body armor is working and is able to get up*


*lassos all the penguins and Octa and drags him back*




*fires off rapid fire of bananas that covers him from head to toe, uses chocolate attachement to spray him with the meted treat*


*hegehogs knock him down and cover him as they begin to lick off the chocolate*


Octa:
*slouches nonchalantly as he waits for Kallista to fully escape from the molten marshamallow*

*realises the daisy chains prevent him from nonchalancy*

*continues to hack away with the nitrogenic bananna*




Quinn:
 An overruling on Dragona's claim by judge Nicolette... The match will continue! And with a stunning move by Kallista. That chocolate... pure genius...

Nicolette:
ohh well urm *stacks blank paper that she was meant to take notes on*

Well Octa your penguin army was fantastic ... but Kallista's Hedgehogs were that much cuter ...

as for tactics Kallista's singiung was great but Octa reciting poetry was better! ...

summing up all other things I have decided that ......



Octa:
*escapes from daisy chains only to be covered in an assortment of chocolate and hedgehogs*

Hey! We had a deal hedgehogs! I gave you bananas!

*uses willpower and telekenisis to separate hedgehogs from him one by one*


*Kallista and Octa look up, both of them pinned to the floor, one by hedgehogs and chocolate, the other still held down by a reinforcement of molten marshmallow*

*awaits Nicoletee's decision*


Nicolette:
I actually decided that the winner was Kallista!

I mean come on there hasn't been a daisy chain net that big since 1992!!!



Octa:
*runs up to Kallista and embraces her*

Well done. Congratulations. You are the better duelist of the two*


Quinn:
KALLISTA HAS WON!!!!!!! *cheers*

I must admit though, Octa put up a great fight, and it wouldn't be the same without him... so... Three cheers for Octa!

HIP HIP HOORAY!!!!!

HIP HIP HOORAY!!!!!

HIP HIP HOORAY!!!!!


Octa:
And thus concludes the epic duel between Kallista and Octaboona, the pinnacle of blog wrestling, to be remembered until the end of eternity.


This concludes the epic duel between Octa and Kallista. 
It has been edited. To read the entire fight with all the  extra's, go to  http://dereklandy.blogspot.com/2011/06/end-of-world.html

Comments 2401 starting somewhere in the middle  through 2800.

 

Monday, 27 June 2011

Blood, Toil, Tears, and Sweat (Especially Sweat)

Blood, Toil, Tears, and Sweat (Especially Sweat)

or The Most Diffuclty I've Ever Had Procuring A Book Series

or The Adventures of Octaboona Alone In The Middle (Almost) Of London

So now I've come up with several titles let me tell you all about today's adventure.

Today I discovered some book vouchers that were left over from my birthday six months ago and decided to spend them. However the nearest book shop that I actually like and which has actual books in it and which is simply amazing is several miles away in the middle (almost) of London. So I took a bus and then the underground to Belsize Park (yes I consider my self far enough away from my house to start giving out locations). Now that I'd done the majority and hardest part of my journey all I had to do was walk for about two minutes to the bookshop. The End.

Or So I Thought....

But then... I'd been walking for 50 minutes and there was still no sign of my beloved bookshop. I realised I was now about 2 miles from the station and I found myself outside Euston station, several stops along the line from Belsize park. Oops. Yes it's only 3 stops away but it seems much longer when you actually walk it. I realised I was lost. So I decided to reverse my route. But what with me being clever and it being boiling hot (31 degrees or there abouts) and not wanting to walk all the way back I decided to take a bus. Yes I was far enough away that there was a whole bus route between me and the bookshop. So on I clambered onto the 268 and relaxed onto the bus (having almost just missed it). The bus took me where I wanted to go and that's the end of that.

Or So I Thought...

When the bus turned left and started moving away from my bookshop I hastily got off the bus and went to the information thingy where I found out I should have taken the 168 not the 268. Oh dear. I was now even more lost than I was before and unsure how to reverse my rouute. I was hot and sweaty and lost. I wondered randomly around until I came out onto the main road that lead back to Belsize Park and trudged wearily along for half an hour until I arrived back at Belsize Park. I looked at the map on the station turned around, and right next to the station, (the actual building next to it) was Daunts Bookshop, my destination. Just as if to add insult to injury, if I'd bothered to turn around originally I'd have found the bookshop in seconds and saved my self a 2 hour goose chase through the middle (almost) of London.

And thus concludes my tale

Or So I Thought...

For although indeed this was A Daunts Bookshop it wasn't THE Daunts Bookshop, but a smaller one with less books in it. So I continued along the road for a few minutes, turned onto a street and found my self somewhere extremely familiar, the hospital I was born in. And that is actually good news for I knew that my beloved Daunts Bookshop was very nearby. I quickly located it, (Finally!) and then spent a happy hour browsing through it (I love browsing.. what can I say?) selected the book series I wanted to buy and then went to pay for it. And Octaboona lived happily ever after.

Or So I Thought...

Upon handing over the book vouchers I realised that half of them were specifically for Waterstones ONLY. As I wasn't in a Waterstones this made them worse than useless. I returned the two books I was unable to pay for ( Out of what currently is a seven book series) reluctantly to their shelves, paid for the five books I could afford and left my beloved bookshop. With a now heavier bag than before entering, I walked along the street in search of a bookshop. Around about 70 shops later I found a Waterstones.

There be absolutely nothing left to worry about.

Or So I Thought...

Upon entering the Waterstones I wondered exactly how much money was on the voucher. Would it be enough for the two remaining books? Apprehensively I went up to the counter and asked how much money there was on it. Well there was enough! Huzzah! Good Luck At Last! There was enough on it for three books. So again I spent an hour and a half browsing through the shelves trying to decide what the third book should be. During this browsing I managed to read the Skulduggery short stories for books 1,2 and 3 before deciding to search for the two books I still neeeded. I searched and searched, asked the staff and random customers (well a random customer) if they knew where they where eventually to be told they were out of stock and should be in tomorrow or a few days afterwards.

Well. I had enough money for the books but the shop hadn't got them in stock opposed to the other beloved bookshop which had them in stock (naturally) but I hadn't enough money to pay for them. Simple solution I hear you cry! Just ask the Waterstones people to take the money off the vouchers in exhange for a cash equivalant and then take the money down to the beloved bookshop which does have the books and buy them!

A fine solution

Or So I Thought...

Turns out the vouchers can't be exchanged for money and must be spent in the shop. Drat. So with a heavy weight in my heart and an even heavier weight hanging off the end of my arm I set off home only to collapse the minute I got into my house from dehydration and heat exhaustion. Without the two missing books in my series.

And that really, finally absolutely is the end of my story.

Or so I thought....

For tomorrow I shall repeat the whole experience (hopefully without getting lost), return to Waterstones and buy those two books which have caused me much blood, toil, tears and sweat (especially sweat), although not the blood. Just toil, tears, and sweat. I just add in the blood for two reasons. First is emphasis and secondly to complete the quote. I mean thats what the quote is. From Winston Churchill himself.

Um sidetracked... Sorry

Yep. Anyway for those who are interested the book series is Mortal Engines by Philip Reeve (I include the prequal books in this series even though it's actually a series in its own right), the two books I was unable to purchase are the last two, Infernal Devices and A Darkling Plain. I mean I've already read them anyway so I'm not sure why I went to so much bother. Maybe because I haven't read the prequal books and it seemed wise to buy the non prequal ones that I've already read whilst doing so.

The other book I brought is called Troubletwisters by Garth Nix and Sean Williams. I know it will be brilliant for Garth Nix is pretty much my favourite author until like a year ago. I still remain undecided on whether Derek Landy is better or not.

Um so yep.

Farewell!!! 

Sunday, 26 June 2011

Bugaloo

Hi, hi! So I've been looking at funny things...about...maybe...Canada. I just thought these things were funny, being a Canadian myself. So anywho...The first thing is 15 Signs that you are talking to a Canadian. I'm not into sports at all so I don't like the sports aspect of this...Just saying...

1. We Are Completely Comfortable With The Term “Homo Milk”.
 homo-milk
2. We Correct You When You Say “Soda”. (We say pop.)
3. We Are Offended When You Ask Us If We Know A Friend Of Yours Who, Coincidentally, Also Lives In Canada.
4. We Don’t Think “Legalizing Marijuana” Is A Debate.
5. We’ve All Rolled Up The Rim To Win. (Very true. *Sighs* The most I've won is a Timbit)
6. We’ve Been Jealous Of Someone Else’s Toboggan.
7. We Think ‘Beaver Tail’ Is Delicious. (It's a pastry. I can't eat them.)
8. Our Parents Have Tied Our Mittens Together With A String So We Don’t Lose Them.
9. We Were Raised, In Part, By Mr. Dressup. (I miss Mr. Dressup. :( I met him once though, before he died.)
10. We Grow Playoff Beards.  (Not The Women)  (Hopefully)
11. We Are Angry That We Can’t Watch The Same Commercials As Americans During The Superbowl.
12. We Know Where To Get Good Poutine.
13. When We Hear “In The Five-hole” And “Spending Some Time In The Box”, We Don’t Think Dirty.
14. We Give Directions Using Liquor Stores And Beer Stores As Geographical Benchmarks.
15. Canadians Never Think Anywhere Is Cold Outside Of Canada

So the stuff that was in brackets was what I had to say about the...whatever it is. Anywho, the next thing is 25 Signs That You May Be Canadian:

1. You're not offended by the term "HOMO MILK".

2. . You understand the phrase "Could you pass me a serviette, I just dropped my poutine, on the chesterfield."

3. You eat chocolate bars, not candy bars.

4. You drink Pop, not Soda.

5. You know what a Mickey and 24's mean, "party at the camp, eh!!!"

6. You don't care about the fuss with Cuba. It's a cheap place to go for your holidays, with good cigars .

7. You know that a pike is a type of fish, not part of a highway.

8. You drive on a highway, not a freeway.

9. You have Canadian Tire money in your kitchen drawers.

10. You know that Casey and Finnegan were not part of a Celtic musical
group.

11. You get excited whenever an American television show mentions Canada.

12. You brag to Americans that; Shania Twain, Jim Carrey, Celine Dion & Mike Myers are Canadians. ... also , Alex Trebec, David Foley, Matthew Perry etc.etc.

13. You know that the C.E.O. of American Airlines is a Canadian!

14. You know what a toque is.

15. You design your Halloween costume to fit over a snowsuit.

16. You know that the last letter of the English alphabet is always pronounced "Zed".

17. Your local newspaper covers the national news on 2 pages, but requires 6 pages for hockey.

18. You know that the four seasons mean: almost winter, winter, still Winter, and road work.

19. You know that when it's 25 degrees outside, it's a warm day.

20. You understand the Labatt Blue commercials.

21. You know how to pronounce and spell "Saskatchewan".

22. You perk up when you hear the theme song from 'Hockey Night in Canada'.

23. You are in grade 12, not the 12th grade.

24. "Eh?" is a very important part of your vocabulary, and is more polite
than, "Huh?"

25. You actually understand these jokes, and forward them to all of your Canadian friends! Then you send them to your American friends just to confuse them!

Then there's the whole Molson Canadian commercials about "The Code", but hey.

My name is Mary Hiashi, and I'm Canadian, eh.

Blessed be,
Miss Mary Hiashi

Thursday, 16 June 2011

Pirouetting Butterscotch

Alright-y then! Time for my random post! I mean, how could I possibly resist?? I think everyone should do it every once in a while! Just like everyone should get shot every once in a while 'cause it's good for them!!
;-}

So! This is a list of random things that pop into my mind as I write them!
Hope
Trust
Pixie dust!
Hellboy
Greenland
Helvetica
Scottish ale
Horseshoes?
Ugly
Alien bombs
Pink pointing sticks
Rollercoasters and butterflies
Train thoughts are funny
I hate heat
Boxes with tangled string
An image of Lassi from Psych
I'm sensing something!!
Yeah... I forgot what it was
PINK UNICORNS!!!
Shiny moon-milk, Batman!

Aaaand that's the end of that! Now you've seen a glimpse of my absurd mind...

Moving on...
How about a picture??
Yes?
Alright-y then!

I call this one.... DAVID AND THE LLAMA!

Ok, now for my 37 page synopsis of how Susie X died!!
Wait... what?
Oh, it's random, hilarious video time?
Oh, ok then! I'm sorry, folks, but you'll have to do without my imaginary synopsis of whomever Susie X is... I wonder if there really IS such a person... anyway! With this video, ye shall furthermore understand the hilarity of saying "galoshes" during a quite moment whilst waiting for a bus... or some such as that.


~calm, quit, annoying classical radio channel voice~
And that, my friends, concludes the great performance of "Bulbous Bouffant," which was created by the Vestibules at some point in time....

~drops the irritating voice~

DId you know that "om nom nom" was originally started by the Cookie Monster of Seseme Street? Tis true! That blue [he is blue, isn't he?] nommed his cookies and the meme spread across the universe like magic on the fluffy and furry wings of destiny!
... yes....

More pictures!

Ahhh yes, indeed! It took me three years to master this skill of amazing death and destruction that could potentially destroy the world at some point for some reason or other...


And now an image that holds some very serious advice!

Wow... this is just.... it's just so DEEP, man!!








The next thing I'm gonna talk about is cats. Now I know you all think cats are evil but-


Well.... yeah, but I mean-


... I know that looks kinda bad, still-


That cat can't Really snipe, I mean seriously ...ha ha-

... Fiiiiine! some cats are evil! I get it already-


... Umm w-wow... I think I'm gonna change the subject now... yes, indeed-y! The Subject it now being changed! No more kitty pictures now!




~clears throat~
The process of photosynthesis begins-
~groans heard everywhere~
Well I have to say SOMETHING educational on here beside the meme thing, don't I?
... I really don't?
Hurray!!!
Huzzah!
Cheers!
Yay!
Lollipops for everyone!

Tuesday, 14 June 2011

The Oblong Hamster of Tenochtitlan

Well I welcome you all to another random blog post! Huzzah!

Today I will be performing the world renound Aztec play "The Oblong Hamster of Tenochtitlan!"

Or I would if the last surving copy hadn't been eaten by an umbrella turtle.

*umbrella turtle snaps angrily at the bits of chewed up paper*

Maybe I should distract it with a picture.

The angry Umbrella Turtle


Yes! It's a picture of you!

*umbrella turtle gazes at it entranced whilst Octa slowly backs away*


Now where was I?


Oh yes. As consolation for no Aztecian play I shall show you an amusing yet educational video!

EDUCATIONAL VIDEO COMMENCE!



So now you know all the kings and queens of England! It may be vital information that could save your life in what would probably be a rather bizarre situation if it actually did have to save you.

I wonder what that situation would be.

Maybe you could suggest some in the comments.

Anway what next?

A short history of absolutely everything?

A medium sized history of absolutely everything?

A really long, stupendously gigantic history of everything?

Maybe a history that lasts as long as HISTORY ITSELF!

No wait! I have it!

I shall give you no history of everything!

*celebrations occur somewhere in Antartica*

Random picture time!



It's a hedgehog cactus. A pink one.


And now.....


For something....


About today...


On this day 45 years ago in 1966 The Vatican abolished its 467 year old list of prohibited books! Yay! No more prohibited books! Humanity has reached the pinnacle of Octaboonaness! Or something! I like books! DON'T BAN THEM!

*screams and is pulled of stage by men in a white van*


But I haven't finished yet! I haven't put in something about the Treaty of Mozhaysk! What blog post would possibly be complete with out it!


*men in white van relucantly agree*


On with the post!


The Treaty of Mozhaysk was a Danish- Russian treaty signed on the 7th August 1562 during the Livonian War. Twas signed by Frederick II of Denmark and Ivan IV of the Russian Tzardom and it was utterly insignificant probably. Well that's all I know about it. I don't actually know what was in the treaty or what the Livonian War was to be honest. But I'm sure that this is satisfactory and far more interesting than The Oblong Hamster of Tenochtitlan.


Hmmm......


A short interlude by my pet rock whilst I search for alligators on the moon.


Pet rock: ........


Some time later:


Pet rock: ...........


*pet rock falls out of a inconviently placed bottlenosed dolphin*


I'm back!


Wasn't rock so elegant and exquisite! Thank you for those words.


Pet rock: ..............


The turtle umbrella bids you all a Merry World Blood Donor Day


*turtle umbrella licks lips*


Feeeeeed meeeeeee!


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