But, holy mother of mofo jesus, I am a klingon.
Language, it seems, is not without its sense of irony.
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Life, as seen from the eyes of a hopeless narcissist. A true story of one man's journey through life's little pleasures and pointless struggles; a man whose last friends died 65 million years ago; a man who believes evolution has taken a step back after Velociraptors...
This is the inspirational story of his life, his experiences, joys, sorrows, women and dinosaurs; his sometimes hilarious, sometimes tragic escapades and his one true love: himself.
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- Yet another Orkut bleah
- Holy crap!
- Citizens, you can't believe or not believe in evol...
- Suddenlee officially endorses XKCD
- CToD
- Today, I fainted out of sheer boredom. Woke up lat...
- The scars of happiness
- yblr - Time to rethink
- In search of the elusive Indian root (repost)
- Dream up a dinosaur
- Depressing
- The problem with science is that it doesn't give a...
- My search history
- Am writing a sequel to the Lord of the Rings.Appar...
- I aspire to be slightly less boring than a super-s...
- This is my life after death.
- Wish I was born a bottlenose dolphin. Protected an...
- After I die, I want my corpse to be dropped off on...
- Dravidian dino to kick aryan arse
- Life, or something like it.
- Somebody once said, 'The wordless is verbose'. He ...
- Thou shalt fight vada mozhi tyranny
- The Buffet Intellectuals
- foobar and SNAFU
- Ever read a treatise that necessitated a jaw repla...
- Suddenlee's talisman
- What's common to Styracosaurus, Gorosaurus and Vas...
- Being a Cling-on
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