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Saturday, November 27, 2004
what a dramatic ending to the world cup 2010 - with team butler drawing italy/france/brazil/germany in the dying seconds of extra time. butlerman is in total control of the match now with his suave movements and slick passing, and on his peak, he breaks through the defence with sublime skill, rounding the 'keeper. 2 feet from the line, and smack bang in the centre, he looks prime to finish off this wonderful tournament which showed the newcomer team from the newly formed nation of Butlertopia(? ran short on creativity) cruise through to the finals. he can do nothing wrong now! not this close! not so fucking close! at the top of his form, life never seems to good! HE SCUFFS IT. it sails over the bar accompanied by the silence of the crowd. his right ankle twists and snaps, spraining his calves and thighs in the process, falling down to crack a rib and develop hernia, ramming his head into hard ground, decimating his two front teeth. what an absolute disaster. butlertopia's football team will never attain such heights again. ohhhh. my.... GOD. WHAT THE HELL DID BUTLERMAN DO TO DISPLEASE YOU. WHAT DID BUTLERMAN DO WRONG RECENTLY. WHY. -pauses to catch his breath and calm down- i shall now explain why i am in such a state. to the beng/lian imbecile (who in the first place, shouldn't be reading this blog - ITS WRITTEN BY A MAN WITH A GREATER CONSCIENCE FOR PEOPLE WITH A BRAIN. to find out if you are one, read my older articles) who stumbled upon this secret treasure trove, anything above that was in italics (like this) was a metaphor. meh-ta-four. a scenario thats not literal but rather, explains a situation that i'm in. oh fuck it. go read a dictionary you illiterate bastard. ill-i-te-rate you tit. when i finish my explanation, you will understand why i have descended into the pits of lunacy - thus talking to imaginary people. or rather, pretending as if people read my blog. have you ever felt as if you are on top of the world? nothing can bring you down? you are lord over the sheep, shepherd over the people, etc etc. and then wham. someone walks up to you, and kicks you in the balls (a.k.a where you hurt most) well i have. and when you are a superhero - things hurt more when you hit rockbottom. butlerman cannot bear to say what has happened. but it hurts. so bad. butlerman must mope about his house now. butlerman walks off TO THE BATMOBILE |
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highly confidential Martin Butler, or affectionally known to others as "Butler", "Butlerman", or just "Butt". -Most eligible bachelor of 2004-every year henceforth - step aside Mr.Clooney -Doesn't particularly enjoy much anymore having been desensitized as part of a cruel torturous regime a.k.a IB... -Dislikes everything he doesn't like... Nov 8th - Remember the date! MSN - butlerwantsu@hotmail.com (Add with caution) Archives
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