AHA!

The beginning of the end is upon us!!!!! An evil laugh would naturally follow that. I have of course just had a major victory. After spending the last few months feeding all the wild zebras cheetos. Mind you, wild zebras do inhabit my backyard. I've finally come to the conclusion that aliens are indeed invading earth. I've dug a deep hole, some day soon I'm going to jump in it. I do have a lifetime supply of cheetos down there. You see, I am quite practical. Aliens aren't fond of holes, they are a bit pointless. So that is the life plan at the moment. Well now, the world awaits, and who am I to withhold destruction?

There is a pizza in the sky

telling me of dreams gone by

peperoni in my mind-

oh the terror I've fallen behind

behind the world with their cars

and meaty hands reaching for stars

I'll pluck them all like fluffy geese

haha my children come to me

lets all dance with drunken flowers

sing wild songs in the springtime showers

Oh the days before I wake

pizza pizza was never a mistake

children of the darkening night

hold on tight to your pepsi, pizza and life....

Harry is quite well. Isn't that strange, no more moping about, life has started again is not waiting to pick up stragglers. Harry has been working more than humans should (unfortunatley harry is infact human). While at work he has perfected his dog bark and begun working on his chicken clucking. I know you think I'm joking but this time I'm serious. Ah the twists and turns. Other than that he has been spending his time on the internet, checking his email every two minutes, though he hasn't gotten to the point of sending emails to himself. That is coming soon. He has important things to do and is not doing them, he is also writing in third person just for the fun of it. He thinks it's fun and I'm sorry that you don't, but maybe you should lighten up, these chances only come by once,or maybe twice, but how do you know, unless you let them all walk by. This makes me think about cow, and their spots of course. I'm talking about Fresian cows, to talk about any other kind would be an insult to my intelect and asthetic taste.  cows, cheese, milk, hambergers. Yumm-E-ness. Well harry must go and think, since there is nothing else to do at this time. Adios.

gasp, those greedy aliens stole my lunch box.

They did, before I had a chance to do anything. I would have done some karate chopage an perhaps thrown a few grenades or something. Man, nobody has any respect these days.  It was my batman lunchbox too. If it was spiderman I would have been ok with it, but  Batman?  They are seriously out to get me.  Today I had the major pleasure of trimming my toenails.  This is a once a year ordeal so it has extra meaning when the day comes around. The sun is setting today and  I am inside under the harsh glare of imitation light. Someday I'll go back to Siberia where they still know the meaning of "cold" and "potato". Yes the good old days.  Well I should go and polish some shoes, today is a big day, a grand day, I am going out a clown hunting. My arrows are sharponed and I am set.