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Hillbilly Attempts to Court Elite Torontonian Female Angers Local Blue Boys!



A Beverly Hills hillbilly had strayed far from his country pack of beer-belly drunks during a skirmish on the outskirts of Pontypool with the local bikers to look for a female companion. Stalking a flock of migrating birds, he found himself in the rich, hovel of Toronto, the land where the trees no longer stands in the water. Various sources have claimed “some intoxicated months ago, a face in the mirror in one of his slaughterhouse commanded him to journey to a distant land to escape his slumdog-life to hypergamy with a female of high standings”. When he had succeeded in his journey, he began his operations of courting various aristocratic beings that he had heard so much about from tales told by his grand-daddies before him, who they refer to as a Torontonian. For days, he had searched high and low picking out the best breeding female, particularly something along the line of his sexual desires like an abusive, narcissistic Shinatty-Chan. His acts of pervasion and social indecency became known around the ‘hood, but it had attracted the attention of the local boys in blue who despised and rejected any unfamiliar males on their territories attempting to court their females. The Hillbilly later claimed they rounded him up from one of his peeking bushes and brought him to their dark, grilling room where they had offered him two choices: voluntarily leave the land and never return or be “persuaded” to leave. In protest, he said with pride and ignorance, “I was born … a rebel!” He blacked out after he claimed the boys played “wack the piñata” on him with their glow-in-the-dark night sticks and woke abruptly to discover he was alone. That is until the only light blub in the room that was swinging back and forth revealed a man in a dirty panda suit who proceeded to commit unspeaking acts of vicious mind rape on the poor hillbilly. “Minutes like days, hours like months, no longer can I endure the relentless pounding of my mind, like a steam engine from ma ma’s train,” he said. He gave in and pleaded for mercy and promised to leave and never return. The same boys that had brought him in took him out to the woods and left him there hoping the wolves or coyote would get him. The hillbilly, wishing to remain anonymous, is now filing a court case against the blue boys who had caused him great pain that he has to put off any attempts to mate for the rest of the season. When asked if he would attempt at courting, he replied, “HELL YEAH!” before indulging in a barrel full of beer.

STUDENT PLANNING SCHOOL SHOOTING FOR SCHOOL FILM FEST ARRESTED

On March 2, 2009, the Toronto police arrested an 18 year old student named Henry Chang Li who allegedly planned a school shooting at Stephen Leacock C.I. It is believed he was inspired from viewing various Hollywood movies involving genocide and massacres such as Hotel Rwanda and had a desire to make a film of his own. When the school announced its first annual film fest in early 2009, that was when the planning began.

Officials alleged that the student had taken various visits to the gun department in his local Wal-Mart. John doe, an underpaid worker at the gun department, was surprised by the news and said the boy was a very kind person and had a brilliant sense of humour. “We were like homies, yo. Gave me lots of nickies like ‘Wigga’, ‘Twig’ and ‘White Bread’. Always refer a gun as his lovely lady.”

Many of Henry’s classmates gave accounts of his strange, developing behaviours over the years. One student said, “Two or five year ago, he started having this deadly, demonic devious-stare and sometimes when he thinks to himself he starts smiling like a pervert.” However, the staffs failed to notice anything odd. One of Henry’s teachers had this to say when he discovered that he was one of many on a hit-list. “I never expect that I could’ve been targeted! I knew he was gonna get one of the math teachers but why me? I only failed him once and (barely) passed him the second time. I mean, there are persistent students that don’t know when to give up and are failing the third time and they haven’t got anything against me.”

A junior-grade student had recently come forth revealing himself as the main actor of the movie. “I heard someone was making a movie and heard he was looking for someone who is a social outcast, preferable white, for the role,” he said. “I had nothing better to do so I came up to him. He chose me because he said I looked very unique compared to all the ‘other typical white emo kid’ and was perfect for the role.” But the student claimed he was unaware of the full content of the movie until the script was finished. “I knew I was going to get those annoying Buchan kids, but I didn’t want to harm the Pauline Johnson kids cause they were too little. But he kept insisting because it would make the movie more moving and that the audiences love tragedy.”

Many students expressed outrage and shock at the news. But one student says its just one of many negative perceptions associated with Stephen Leacock. “In the past, we had Terrorist, nearby shootings, SARS, Mike Meyer and now, Henry Chang Li.”

THE MAP

An epic tale inspired by stolen expressions and words and cutouts of dirty magazines!




He was hot on his feet as he skipped across the alleyway that had recently been swarmed by the homeless after the local shelter swept them out. The boys in blue flocked high and low in search of their man. The man was in deep trouble with not only the law but also of the Triads after he refused to pay the fat chick from Wilson Phillps who provided him a dreadful service. In an uncertain world, he needed to escape from the hazardous surrounding as his supply of popper pills was depleted. He picked up an Eye Weekly newspaper from a pile of trash and flipped through the pages. One page caught his eyes as it had a map of Toronto. He tore the map out and threw the paper at a pink-looking puddle. He looked at the map and realized Toronto was smaller than he thought. He was on Young ST. and can head straight south until he reached Queens where he can continue on and reach Lake Ontario. Then, he can escape from the beaver and fly away on the eagle. “SUPER SEX ME!” he screamed as he made a dash out the alleyway and ran straight down the street with the map in his hand while following the arrow above his forehead pointing to his destination.

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The Encounter at the Jewellery Store!

The Encounter at the Jewellery Store!

N: Twas the night before Christmas and A was in search of a perfect engagement ring for his bride. All the Jewellery stores were either sold out r had been pillaged by insane shoppers because of the massive sales and discounts. However, there was still one store left with its displays and windows intact. He enters the store seeking what he wanted.
A: Ah such elegant display of beauty and culture.
N: A man appears from behind a counter.
?: Excuse me, can I help you?
A: Ah, you must be a worker here.
?: Ain’t too obvious, eh?
A: Ahem, I am in need of the most wonderful engagement ring that this store has to offer.
?: Other side of this display, sir.
A: Thank you, good chap. By the way, you may refer to me as A. I prefer to remain anonymous with I am in public.
?: Yeah? Well, I’m B.
A: But your nametag says-
B: Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know. You got 38 minutes before I lock up.
N: A looks at the display of rings while B just stared at him.
A: I must say, this one here looks splendid! Where is it from?
B: Don’t know. I only work here.
A: Figures. Well, I’ll take this.
B: Yeah, yeah.
N: As the ring is being removed from its display, A notices something.
A: Hey! There’s a small scratch on the ring!
B: Man, it’s just a small scratch. You can hardly see it.
A: I demand a better one!
B: Look sir, this is the only one less and you get it cheaper since it was on display. C’mon don’t argue with me. It’s been a long day. Besides, only this store has this ring and all the other stores are either sold-out or closed.
A: Y-y-you goddamn … fine, I’ll take it.
B: Don’t worry man, your honey won’t notice.
N: And so, the transaction was completed. A left bitter for the moment and B went home.

OMG!

Shizzle me dizzle, I created my first blog ever! Oh, how I contradict myself.

Who am I? You may refer to me as Kerebros or The Red Specs if you like. Where am I? I'm sure you know if you're really nosy.

Why am I doing this?

The purpose of this blog is to ... "express myself", hehehe. But what you might find may not be pleasant and in fact, it can even be consider blasphemous. You see, I can sometimes be one of those weird people from PETA who can ruin your day. If you're eating seafood, I might appear behind you and scream, "NOOOOOOOOOO! NOT THE SEAKITTENS!" and continue blabbing until the lobster you're eating slowly morphs into an actual kitten in your mind.


On the other hand, you will find a wide range of post on various topics that may be a taboo for some. Hopefully, you people are tolerant enough not to play the race card against me and have my blog or account banned. All forms of criticisms are welcome. Even hate mails although it is in your best interest not to for I am post them in different places and make fun of 'em, hehehe.

In the most extreme case where you are truly offended and wish to hunt me down and take my skull as a war trophy, I suggest you give up. The exact location of my hidden base is unknown and you will never find me. Should you ever discover it, it is futile to make any attempts on my life. My entire base is covered in bandit-barrier making me immune to your drive-bys. There are scameras around ma hood so that I will be able to track you. Then I will be the one after your skull.

What you may also find here is unintentional eventizing of things I like from films to food. Since this is the internet, I am lax in grammar and spelling. Sometimes they may be intentional. Sometimes accidental. Please, don't be a grammar Nazi. I promise that my writing will never deteriorate to the point of bushism.

Enough said, peace my brotha!