I can't believe our site still exists! You'd think after 81 days of completely ignoring it, it would just go away and be lost in the eternally lost, uh, place... where lost things are... lost. But no, not this site. It had to be a stubborn little bitch and not destroy itself from isolation like my master plan dictated.
You're probably wondering why the hell we've been ignoring this site all this time (if you aren't, good, because I don't like you). I'm not exactly sure why myself. Maybe it was just that I got tired of updating this crap scar (the few times a month that I did). Maybe having to study for exams and all the crap that comes with the end of school was enough to distract us, and once distracted, we stopped caring altogether. Maybe we just got too lazy to make new things to actually update with, therefore defeating the purpose of a traditional content update. Obviously it must have been a combination of these ideas, and obviously we must've stopped caring somewhere along the line. Basically I'm saying don't expect any new stuff in the near future or ever.
Although I may be going too far with that as I explain to you my Theory of Creativity. I theorize that the source of my and [g]'s creative ability (assuming we have any to begin with) stems from having to sit in school all day. You see, if we didn't have anything to be distracted from, there would be no time to draw or write like idiots. So I believe that once school starts again you will see us updating again. I can almost guarantee this will occur. I say 'almost' because one has to account for the Laze Factor which can pop-up and ruin the grandest of picnics. Our Summers tend to be one giant weekend, which happens to be our least productive times. So, ultimately, I've put too much thought into this and should be horribly maimed below the waist.
So what have we been doing this whole Summer? Well, I got a job at the local horse track, Sudbury Downs, as a Pari-Mutuels teller. If you don't know what that is (don't worry, the name makes no sense anyway), I basically take the wagers and money of gambling addicts then give them their tickets. The worst part is that I have to handle disgusto-bills (a new super currency!) all night, from 6:45pm to anywhere between 11:00pm and 1:00am. Oh, and I have to interact with the bottom of the barrel. By that I mean moronic "gamblinators" that actually bring their 8 year old children to come and watch them gamble until frikkin' midnight! This is just wrong on so many levels that to determine which specific level would be wrong in itself and cause an instantaneous fold of universes (I make sense when I make sense). The good thing about the job is that it's only for two nights a week, which leaves plenty of time for [p]-brand loungin'. Aww yeah.
What about [g], the guy who might exist? Well he has also acquired work, but as an organizing guy at some mining parts factory down the road from where I live. Evidently he finished his job on his first day of work, so now his job is trying to look busy for 8 bucks an hour. Currently [g]'s at camp, probably getting drunk with his cousins. The end. Well at least he'll have some good stories to tell when he gets back.
So those are our lives right now. Feel free to post in the guestbook or e-mail us, or maybe even pop into the crappy, advertisement-laden forum and blow our minds with an actual post by someone other than us. And you never know when I might randomly shove something new onto the site, so check back at least once a week. That's all I ask. Oh and read a book. Mama says thems paper compilations makes yer brain biggern.
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