To the BATMOBILE
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Friday, December 08, 2006
Sitting plum in a chair, nursing a painfully and rib-baringly empty stomach, balancing a head of hair thats rivals the Amazon in terms of thickness (exotic wildlife notwithstanding) and clad in a pair of boxers whose elastic has long since been worn away (I usually like to vary the details abit but I believe the imagery used is suitably graphic), I begin to contemplate Blogging in every aspect. As disillusioned followers of the Butlerman faith begin to question my recent lack of superhumanly activities and feats of heroism that I've longed been associated with that I've therefore been unable to blog about (such as... taking an eventful public transport journey), and female fans around the world constantly pine for my affection and dream of me gracing their beds (this I am certain of), I have returned when Butlerfan's (a catchy term, no?) hopes are at the lowest and the world is in its darkest hour to a resounding, uplifting John Williams (of Star Wars composition fame) chorus of "TO THE BATMOBILE" before dying down to mere quibbling decibel as my stomach finally gives into temptation and I take a break from blogging this post to forage into the 3am darkness to consume 2 slices of Kraft Cheese and a frozen Snickers. Admittedly, consistency in terms of posting (and in hindsight, quality) may not be my strongest points when it comes to blogging - a list of my failings which includes grammatical errors abound, lack of proper punctuation and a seemingly-vast vocabulary which in actuality is rather repetitive (and having a disastrously poor sense of humour with ill disguised inuendos which leave me none-the-closer to achieving my dream status as God of Sex). However the desire to impress everything undesirable about me onto readers such as yourselves still resides strongly within the superhuman being known as Butlerman... As my ramblings draw to a close, and the novelty of arranging my hair into strange arresting new TO THE BATMOBILE |
The Writer
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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