For all the losers on Orkut

The following is a summary of everything I want to say to all those irritating little dipshits who eat our heads on orkut....... ;)

ONE
If you're ugly,
stop acting like you don't know it.
The captions under you picture that says
"top model pose"
"sexy bitch"
"arnt i hot"
doesn't convince anyone.


TWO
To the people who have like 25,000 friends,
are you serious?
Nobody in this universe can keep up with that many friends.
You're stupid.
Go play in traffic.


THREE
Don't ever post pictures and say
"OMG, I'm so ugly"
"OMG,I'm so fat"
because if you were,
you wouldn't post them.


FOUR
Nobody cares about threats over the internet.
Don't try to act hardcore with the keyboard.
Fighting online is like racing in the special olympics;
even if you win,
you're still retarded.


FIVE
Making 20 bulletins a day
about how you hate other people
b/c yoUR not on their top 8.
who really cares, i mean get over it!


SIX
Who really gives a crap if
I don't accept you as a friend?
MOVE ON!!!
Don't send me another request or message asking
"whats up with you not accepting me"
I dont know you and ur pic shows u have funny hair and I dont wanna add
you thts whats up!! Happy??!!

SEVEN
Little 12 year olds who have Orkut
and look like sluts,
go somewhere else
because nobody wants you here.


EIGHT
For the lot who believe in having a large number of fans and literally pay
people to become their fans....grow up losers....its not like your autobiography
is coming out soon...


NINE
I say you go and pass this on
and maybe it will finally get through people's brains
and if you dont want to ... well i dont give a shit..



TEN
And if you open a bulletin and it says something like
"repost this in 100 seconds or a ghost will rape your dog tonight,"
IT'S NOT REAL!
QUIT BEING AN IDIOT!


This message is in public interest by Comix... and has hopefully penetrated ur thick skulls.... :)

As Read From A Stoned Urinal : II

Psycho Munkey's Disarrayed Demented Brain Bitched :

Psycho Phantasms of Irrelevant Inconsequence

Without beginning, without an end,

Everything's broken, there's nothing I can mend;

Don't let the sunshine in, don't want the light,

Don't let the wind blow away my dreams tonight.

A pale orb of yellow, and the dance of the stars,

A captive to the rain, reach out through these bars.

How I long to feel the seasons I learnt to neglect,

My truths and my beliefs, and all the illusions I collect.

My thoughts and memories, mix and swirl around;

Sprinkle them on the flowers, the tears I sent aloud.

Darkness came on, and then somehow I was here;

Delivered from all emotion, liberated from all fear.

I recalled the angels, and the demons I exorcised;

I left blood on the floor, as I crawled and tried.

The spirits spun about, my soul wasn't immune,

Death, she played on the harp, it was a catchy tune.

Pain, an old friend, he always held my hand;

While the shadows explained, all I was struggling to understand.

There were faces in the smoke, kissed me soft and rose away;

There were voices of Gods and Kings, begging me on to stay.

To take me to the enchanted forest, to taste the moonlight by the bay,

To nymphs on the hillocks, to hear what the old trees had to say.

To the fairies and the pixies, and to the mermaids on the lake,

To feel the sweetness of slumber, as I lie infinitely awake.

To find the breeze in the meadows, the wet grass beneath my feet.

To cut open my mask, throw my guise to the worms to eat.

To jump into the ocean, and then climb through the tide,

To stand on the threshold, catch the remnants of a star to the other side.

To watch a merger of the worlds, of Tartarus and the Pearly Gate,

To drink from the rivulet of visions, in the silvery mists of fate.

To inject in all my insanity, to fly, crash and lose control

Weed for the cracks on my heart, alcohol for my frosted soul.

Do we let the cobwebs of destiny hang on the clouds of this purpling sky?

Are there answers in anarchy and chaos? Do Freedom and Liberty die?

It is without beginning, without an end;

The piece is over now, do you comprehend?

Who is Psycho Munkey ? This is Psycho Munkey

The Longest Words in the World

Me and my friends were arguing over what the longest word in the world was. A search on Google led us to a site. So here's the longest word in the world :

PNEUMONO­ULTRA­MICRO­SCOPIC­SILICO­VOLCANO­CONIOSIS
A lung disease caused by breathing in particles of siliceous volcanic dust.

Then just as I was about to close the page, I saw THIS :

ACETYL­SERYL­TYROSYL­SERYL­ISO­LEUCYL­THREONYL­SERYL­PROLYL­SERYL
­GLUTAMINYL­PHENYL­ALANYL­VALYL­PHENYL­ALANYL­LEUCYL­SERYL­SERYL
­VALYL­TRYPTOPHYL­ALANYL­ASPARTYL­PROLYL­ISOLEUCYL­GLUTAMYL
­LEUCYL­LEUCYL­ASPARAGINYL­VALYL­CYSTEINYL­THREONYL­SERYL­SERYL
­LEUCYL­GLYCYL­ASPARAGINYL­GLUTAMINYL­PHENYL­ALANYL­GLUTAMINYL
­THREONYL­GLUTAMINYL­GLUTAMINYL­ALANYL­ARGINYL­THREONYL­THREONYL
­GLUTAMINYL­VALYL­GLUTAMINYL­GLUTAMINYL­PHENYL­ALANYL­SERYL
­GLUTAMINYL­VALYL­TRYPTOPHYL­LYSYL­PROLYL­PHENYL­ALANYL­PROLYL
­GLUTAMINYL­SERYL­THREONYL­VALYL­ARGINYL­PHENYL­ALANYL­PROLYL
­GLYCYL­ASPARTYL­VALYL­TYROSYL­LYSYL­VALYL­TYROSYL­ARGINYL­TYRO
SYL­ASPARAGINYL­ALANYL­VALYL­LEUCYL­ASPARTYL­PROLYL­LEUCYL­ISO
LEUCYL­THREONYL­ALANYL­LEUCYL­LEUCYL­GLYCYL­THREONYL­PHENYL­ALANYL
­ASPARTYL­THREONYL­ARGINYL­ASPARAGINYL­ARGINYL­ISOLEUCYL­ISO
LEUCYL­GLUTAMYL­VALYL­GLUTAMYL­ASPARAGINYL­GLUTAMINYL­GLUTAMINYL
­SERYL­PROLYL­THREONYL­THREONYL­ALANYL­GLUTAMYL­THREONYL­LEUCYL
­ASPARTYL­ALANYL­THREONYL­ARGINYL­ARGINYL­VALYL­ASPARTYL­ASPARTYL
­ALANYL­THREONYL­VALYL­ALANYL­ISOLEUCYL­ARGINYL­SERYL­ALANYL
­ASPARAGINYL­ISOLEUCYL­ASPARAGINYL­LEUCYL­VALYL­ASPARAGINYL
­GLUTAMYL­LEUCYL­VALYL­ARGINYL­GLYCYL­THREONYL­GLYCYL­LEUCYL
­TYROSYL­ASPARAGINYL­GLUTAMINYL­ASPARAGINYL­THREONYL­PHENYL
­ALANYL­GLUTAMYL­SERYL­METHIONYL­SERYL­GLYCYL­LEUCYL­VALYL­TRYPTO
PHYL­THREONYL­SERYL­ALANYL­PROLYL­ALANYL­SERINE

Now when you have a lot of time, and you're bored with life, try and count the number of letters in that word ;)

By the way, it means : Tobacco Mosaic Virus, Dahlemense Strain.

McShit

Check out my piece of artwork when I was sitting in McDonald's :

[ Click to enlarge ]

Is Hell Exothermic or Endothermic ?

I found this one on some arcane out of the way site I was visiting :

The following is supposedly an actual question given on a University of Washington chemistry mid-term. The answer by one student was so “profound” that the professor shared it with colleagues, via the Internet, which is, of course, why we now have the pleasure of enjoying it as well.

Bonus Question: Is Hell exothermic (gives off heat) or endothermic (absorbs heat)?
Most of the students wrote proofs of their beliefs using Boyle’s Law (gas cools when it expands and heats when it is compressed) or some variant.

One student, however, wrote the following:

First, we need to know how the mass of Hell is changing in time. So we need to know the rate at which souls are moving into Hell and the rate at which they are leaving. I think that we can safely assume that once a soul gets to Hell, it will not leave. Therefore, no souls are leaving.

As for how many souls are entering Hell, let’s look at the different Religions that exist in the world today. Most of these religions state that if you are not a member of their religion, you will go to Hell. Since there is more than one of these religions and since
people do not belong to more than one religion, we can project that all souls go to Hell.

With birth and death rates as they are, we can expect the number of souls in Hell to increase exponentially. Now, we look at the rate of change of the volume in Hell because Boyle’s Law states that in order for the temperature and pressure in Hell to stay the same, the volume of Hell has to expand proportionately as souls are added.
This gives two possibilities:

1. If Hell is expanding at a slower rate than the rate at which souls enter Hell, then the temperature and pressure in Hell will increase until all Hell breaks loose.
2. If Hell is expanding at a rate faster than the increase of souls in Hell, then the temperature and pressure will drop until Hell freezes over.
So which is it?
If we accept the postulate given to me by Teresa during my Freshman year that, “it will be a cold day in Hell before I sleep with you,” and take into account the fact that I slept with her last night, then number 2 must be true, and thus I am sure that Hell is exothermic and has already frozen over. The corollary of this theory is that since Hell has frozen over, it follows that it is not accepting any more souls and is therefore, extinct…leaving only Heaven thereby proving the existence of a divine being which explains why, last night, Teresa kept shouting “Oh my God.”

THIS STUDENT RECEIVED THE ONLY “A”