Velour. Velour tracksuits. Velour jackets. Velour shoes. Velour curtains. Velour everything. And you know what? I hate Velour. Hate it. I hate Velour more than vinegar hates oil. How much is that you may ask? A lot, have you ever seen either oil or vinegar make an effort to mix with each other and be friends? No, they know they don't like each other, so they live with it, they don't pretend, because if they do, they know they wont fool anyone. They know where they belong, and where they don't. They don't belong together. Neither do I and Velour. It's as simple as can be. Velour the fuel at the pit of my fiery rage. Not saying I have fiery rage. Well... Nevermind. On with the point. Velour is my enemy, for reasons I do not exactly understand myself. Its a complicated pit of horror, one that only the brave dare seek entrance to. The only person brave enough to take on such a feat could only be Kirikou, the brave little African boy, with no clothes, who can run really, really fast. Kirikou, the saucy and bold little hero.
Happy New Year everyone, I hope all 3 of you are enjoying 2010, well, you're reading this, that means you most likely aren't dead, so kudos for that! No major diseases I hope, and if you do have one, then heres a little joke to brighten up the whats left of your most likely terminal disease filled life:
Hey, whats the opposite of 5-6?
768!!!
bahaha.
Its alright if you didn't laugh, neither did I. I promised a joke that i did not think of. I would like to apologize. Well, have a nice life.
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