Schlong Hating Rap

"Schlong has a Schlong, Droolian plays with your Schlong, he drools on your Schlong all day long"

Written By Caroline Sparkes
8/3/06

I Hate Year 10!!!!!!!!

It's already week three at school and I have to do 4 assignments before the end of term...Long story short I hate year 10!

My Dad

My dad is so awesome(when he's not a grumpy maniac). he finds the most awesome things...Yesterday he found two working computers and an Xbox something that i've wanted for a long time...Everything in my house has been found and it is awesome...

I Hate School

I really really really hate school...In 1 and a half weeks i've had to do so much homework it is so boring...And the stupid year Seven's are taking over, god I hate them, at least when I was in year seven it was alright because there wasn't much people but the last three year there has been over 130 year sevens, ugh...FUCKIN YEAR SEVEN'S

Best Holidays Ever

These last holidays have been my best holidays ever...All holidays I was talking to my gf on msn and it's been great and yesterday on my last day of holidays in which only years 7, 11 and 12 went back to school, I called my gf in the states and we talked for 3 long awesome hours, the best 3 hours of my life.

I'm Soooooo Tired

Today was my first day of Year 10 and it was an alright day but it was really hot and unlike last year i'm not in any of the same classes as my English friend Rawley... One more thing my English callas is a sausage fest, it's the international house of sausgage. If you stupid enough not to know what that means it means that my class is all guys...But we got the coolest English teacher ever. Today was hell and tomorrow is gonna be worse. The bus trip this morning was really bad because there are alot more Year 7's this year then there was last year so the bus is packed but I get on at the first bus stop so i get the back seat and in the afternoons it's gonna be so packed that i might have to stand up and i hate that, I was lucky today because I left Engish class early to get my bus pass and then the bus came early so I got a seat. Now that i'm at school i'm not working on the school magazine anymore i don't think and usally when i'm working on it i bludge and talk to my awesome gf on msn2go but I can't do that now...Ugh right now i'm so hot and tired and bored because my gf isn't online.

This Really is the End of the Line

Shit...i gotta go back to school in THREE days. These next three long days are gonna be so boring but the good thing is that I will be talking to my awesome gf which makes me really happy...Three days of freedom, ugh, I don't wanna go back to school...

The Masque of the Red Death

The "Red Death" had long devastated the country. No pestilence had ever been so fatal, or so hideous. Blood was its Avatar and its seal—the redness and the horror of blood. There were sharp pains, and sudden dizziness, and then profuse bleeding at the pores, with dissolution. The scarlet stains upon the body and especially upon the face of the victim, were the pest ban which shut him out from the aid and from the sympathy of his fellow-men. And the whole seizure, progress and termination of the disease, were the incidents of half an hour.
But the Prince Prospero was happy and dauntless and sagacious. When his dominions were half depopulated, he summoned to his presence a thousand hale and light-hearted friends from among the knights and dames of his court, and with these retired to the deep seclusion of one of his castellated abbeys. This was an extensive and magnificent structure, the creation of the prince's own eccentric yet august taste. A strong and lofty wall girdled it in. This wall had gates of iron. The courtiers, having entered, brought furnaces and massy hammers and welded the bolts. They resolved to leave means neither of ingress or egress to the sudden impulses of despair or of frenzy from within. The abbey was amply provisioned. With such precautions the courtiers might bid defiance to contagion. The external world could take care of itself. In the meantime it was folly to grieve, or to think. The prince had provided all the appliances of pleasure. There were buffoons, there were improvisatori, there were ballet-dancers, there were musicians, there was Beauty, there was wine. All these and security were within. Without was the "Red Death."
It was toward the close of the fifth or sixth month of his seclusion, and while the pestilence raged most furiously abroad, that the Prince Prospero entertained his thousand friends at a masked ball of the most unusual magnificence.
It was a voluptuous scene, that masquerade. But first let me tell of the rooms in which it was held. There were seven—an imperial suite. In many palaces, however, such suites form a long and straight vista, while the folding doors slide back nearly to the walls on either hand, so that the view of the whole extent is scarcely impeded. Here the case was very different; as might have been expected from the duke's love of the bizarre. The apartments were so irregularly disposed that the vision embraced but little more than one at a time. There was a sharp turn at every twenty or thirty yards, and at each turn a novel effect. To the right and left, in the middle of each wall, a tall and narrow Gothic window looked out upon a closed corridor which pursued the windings of the suite. These windows were of stained glass whose color varied in accordance with the prevailing hue of the decorations of the chamber into which it opened. That at the eastern extremity was hung, for example, in blue—and vividly blue were its windows. The second chamber was purple in its ornaments and tapestries, and here the panes were purple. The third was green throughout, and so were the casements. The fourth was furnished and lighted with orange—the fifth with white—the sixth with violet. The seventh apartment was closely shrouded in black velvet tapestries that hung all over the ceiling and down the walls, falling in heavy folds upon a carpet of the same material and hue. But in this chamber only, the color of the windows failed to correspond with the decorations. The panes here were scarlet—a deep blood color. Now in no one of the seven apartments was there any lamp or candelabrum, amid the profusion of golden ornaments that lay scattered to and fro or depended from the roof. There was no light of any kind emanating from lamp or candle within the suite of chambers. But in the corridors that followed the suite, there stood, opposite to each window, a heavy tripod, bearing a brazier of fire that protected its rays through the tinted glass and so glaringly illumined the room. And thus were produced a multitude of gaudy and fantastic appearances. But in the western or black chamber the effect of the fire-light that streamed upon the dark hangings through the blood-tinted panes, was ghastly in the extreme, and produced so wild a look upon the countenances of those who entered, that there were few of the company bold enough to set foot within its precincts at all.
It was in this apartment, also, that there stood against the western wall, a gigantic clock of ebony. Its pendulum swung to and fro with a dull, heavy, monotonous clang; and when the minute-hand made the circuit of the face, and the hour was to be stricken, there came from the brazen lungs of the clock a sound which was clear and loud and deep and exceedingly musical, but of so peculiar a note and emphasis that, at each lapse of an hour, the musicians of the orchestra were constrained to pause, momentarily, in their performance, to hearken to the sound; and thus the waltzers perforce ceased their evolutions; and there was a brief disconcert of the whole gay company; and, while the chimes of the clock yet rang, it was observed that the giddiest grew pale, and the more aged and sedate passed their hands over their brows as if in confused reverie or meditation. But when the echoes had fully ceased, a light laughter at once pervaded the assembly; the musicians looked at each other and smiled as if at their own nervousness and folly, and made whispering vows, each to the other, that the next chiming of the clock should produce in them no similar emotion; and then, after the lapse of sixty minutes, (which embrace three thousand and six hundred seconds of the Time that flies,) there came yet another chiming of the clock, and then were the same disconcert and tremulousness and meditation as before.
But, in spite of these things, it was a gay and magnificent revel. The tastes of the duke were peculiar. He had a fine eye for colors and effects. He disregarded the decora of mere fashion. His plans were bold and fiery, and his conceptions glowed with barbaric lustre. There are some who would have thought him mad. His followers felt that he was not. It was necessary to hear and see and touch him to be sure that he was not.
He had directed, in great part, the moveable embellishments of the seven chambers, upon occasion of this great fete; and it was his own guiding taste which had given character to the masqueraders. Be sure they were grotesque. There were much glare and glitter and piquancy and phantasm—much of what has been since seen in "Hernani." There were arabesque figures with unsuited limbs and appointments. There were delirious fancies such as the madman fashions. There was much of the beautiful, much of the wanton, much of the bizarre, something of the terrible, and not a little of that which might have excited disgust. To and fro in the seven chambers there stalked, in fact, a multitude of dreams. And these—the dreams—writhed in and about, taking hue from the rooms, and causing the wild music of the orchestra to seem as the echo of their steps. And, anon, there strikes the ebony clock which stands in the hall of the velvet. And then, for a moment, all is still, and all is silent save the voice of the clock. The dreams are stiff-frozen as they stand. But the echoes of the chime die away—they have endured but an instant—and a light, half-subdued laughter floats after them as they depart. And now again the music swells, and the dreams live, and writhe to and fro more merrily than ever, taking hue from the many-tinted windows through which stream the rays from the tripods. But to the chamber which lies most westwardly of the seven, there are now none of the maskers who venture; for the night is waning away; and there flows a ruddier light through the blood-colored panes; and the blackness of the sable drapery appals; and to him whose foot falls upon the sable carpet, there comes from the near clock of ebony a muffled peal more solemnly emphatic than any which reaches their ears who indulge in the more remote gaieties of the other apartments.
But these other apartments were densely crowded, and in them beat feverishly the heart of life. And the revel went whirlingly on, until at length there commenced the sounding of midnight upon the clock. And then the music ceased, as I have told; and the evolutions of the waltzers were quieted; and there was an uneasy cessation of all things as before. But now there were twelve strokes to be sounded by the bell of the clock; and thus it happened, perhaps, that more of thought crept, with more of time, into the meditations of the thoughtful among those who revelled. And thus, too, it happened, perhaps, that before the last echoes of the last chime had utterly sunk into silence, there were many individuals in the crowd who had found leisure to become aware of the presence of a masked figure which had arrested the attention of no single individual before. And the rumor of this new presence having spread itself whisperingly around, there arose at length from the whole company a buzz, or murmur, expressive of disapprobation and surprise—then, finally, of terror, of horror, and of disgust.
In an assembly of phantasms such as I have painted, it may well be supposed that no ordinary appearance could have excited such sensation. In truth the masquerade license of the night was nearly unlimited; but the figure in question had out-Heroded Herod, and gone beyond the bounds of even the prince's indefinite decorum. There are chords in the hearts of the most reckless which cannot be touched without emotion. Even with the utterly lost, to whom life and death are equally jests, there are matters of which no jest can be made. The whole company, indeed, seemed now deeply to feel that in the costume and bearing of the stranger neither wit nor propriety existed. The figure was tall and gaunt, and shrouded from head to foot in the habiliments of the grave. The mask which concealed the visage was made so nearly to resemble the countenance of a stiffened corpse that the closest scrutiny must have had difficulty in detecting the cheat. And yet all this might have been endured, if not approved, by the mad revellers around. But the mummer had gone so far as to assume the type of the Red Death. His vesture was dabbled in blood—and his broad brow, with all the features of the face, was besprinkled with the scarlet horror.
When the eyes of Prince Prospero fell upon this spectral image (which with a slow and solemn movement, as if more fully to sustain its role, stalked to and fro among the waltzers) he was seen to be convulsed, in the first moment with a strong shudder either of terror or distaste; but, in the next, his brow reddened with rage.
"Who dares?" he demanded hoarsely of the courtiers who stood near him—"who dares insult us with this blasphemous mockery? Seize him and unmask him—that we may know whom we have to hang at sunrise, from the battlements!"
It was in the eastern or blue chamber in which stood the Prince Prospero as he uttered these words. They rang throughout the seven rooms loudly and clearly—for the prince was a bold and robust man, and the music had become hushed at the waving of his hand.
It was in the blue room where stood the prince, with a group of pale courtiers by his side. At first, as he spoke, there was a slight rushing movement of this group in the direction of the intruder, who at the moment was also near at hand, and now, with deliberate and stately step, made closer approach to the speaker. But from a certain nameless awe with which the mad assumptions of the mummer had inspired the whole party, there were found none who put forth hand to seize him; so that, unimpeded, he passed within a yard of the prince's person; and, while the vast assembly, as if with one impulse, shrank from the centres of the rooms to the walls, he made his way uninterruptedly, but with the same solemn and measured step which had distinguished him from the first, through the blue chamber to the purple—through the purple to the green—through the green to the orange—through this again to the white—and even thence to the violet, ere a decided movement had been made to arrest him. It was then, however, that the Prince Prospero, maddening with rage and the shame of his own momentary cowardice, rushed hurriedly through the six chambers, while none followed him on account of a deadly terror that had seized upon all. He bore aloft a drawn dagger, and had approached, in rapid impetuosity, to within three or four feet of the retreating figure, when the latter, having attained the extremity of the velvet apartment, turned suddenly and confronted his pursuer. There was a sharp cry—and the dagger dropped gleaming upon the sable carpet, upon which, instantly afterwards, fell prostrate in death the Prince Prospero. Then, summoning the wild courage of despair, a throng of the revellers at once threw themselves into the black apartment, and, seizing the mummer, whose tall figure stood erect and motionless within the shadow of the ebony clock, gasped in unutterable horror at finding the grave-cerements and corpse-like mask which they handled with so violent a rudeness, untenanted by any tangible form.
And now was acknowledged the presence of the Red Death. He had come like a thief in the night. And one by one dropped the revellers in the blood-bedewed halls of their revel, and died each in the despairing posture of his fall. And the life of the ebony clock went out with that of the last of the gay. And the flames of the tripods expired. And Darkness and Decay and the Red Death held illimitable dominion over all.

The Raven

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door."'Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door - Only this, and nothing more."
Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.Eagerly I wished the morrow; - vainly I had sought to borrowFrom my books surcease of sorrow - sorrow for the lost Lenore -For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore - Nameless here for evermore.
And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtainThrilled me - filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating,"'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door -Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door; - This it is, and nothing more."
Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,"Sir," said I, "or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,That I scarce was sure I heard you"- here I opened wide the door; - Darkness there, and nothing more.
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortals ever dared to dream before;But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token,And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, "Lenore?"This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, "Lenore!" - Merely this, and nothing more.
Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before."Surely," said I, "surely that is something at my window lattice:Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore -Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore; - 'Tis the wind and nothing more."
Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,In there stepped a stately raven of the saintly days of yore;Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door -Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door - Perched, and sat, and nothing more.
Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore."Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou," I said, "art sure no craven,Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the Nightly shore -Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!" Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."
Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,Though its answer little meaning- little relevancy bore;For we cannot help agreeing that no living human beingEver yet was blest with seeing bird above his chamber door -Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door, With such name as "Nevermore."
But the raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke onlyThat one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.Nothing further then he uttered- not a feather then he fluttered -Till I scarcely more than muttered, "other friends have flown before -On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before." Then the bird said, "Nevermore."
Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,"Doubtless," said I, "what it utters is its only stock and store,Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful DisasterFollowed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore -Till the dirges of his Hope that melancholy burden bore Of 'Never - nevermore'."
But the Raven still beguiling all my fancy into smiling,Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird, and bust and door;Then upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linkingFancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore -What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt and ominous bird of yore Meant in croaking "Nevermore."
This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressingTo the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core;This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease recliningOn the cushion's velvet lining that the lamplight gloated o'er,But whose velvet violet lining with the lamplight gloating o'er, She shall press, ah, nevermore!
Then methought the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censerSwung by Seraphim whose footfalls tinkled on the tufted floor."Wretch," I cried, "thy God hath lent thee - by these angels he hath sent theeRespite - respite and nepenthe, from thy memories of LenoreQuaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe and forget this lost Lenore!" Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."
"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil! -Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted -On this home by horror haunted- tell me truly, I implore -Is there - is there balm in Gilead? - tell me - tell me, I implore!" Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."
"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil - prophet still, if bird or devil!By that Heaven that bends above us - by that God we both adore -Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn,It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore -Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore." Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."
"Be that word our sign in parting, bird or fiend," I shrieked, upstarting -"Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore!Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!Leave my loneliness unbroken!- quit the bust above my door!Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!" Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."
And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sittingOn the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming,And the lamplight o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor Shall be lifted - nevermore!

End Of The Line

Shit... I gotta go back to school in two weeks, i'll be in Year 10 in it's gonna suck. Firstly everything I do this year goes towards my school certificate. Secondly i'm in the SRC at school and thats even more work and i'm also working on the school magazine. This year is going to be sooooooooo boring. The only cool thing about this year so far is that i've been on msn talking to a friend which has made me really happy. I hate school. And also the worst thing about going to school is the long bus trip. For 1 whole hour im surrounded by freakin jackasses, it's driving me crazy!!!!! IM FREAKIN OUT!!!!

The Shittty Blog

Dear Readers,

As the name of this blog mentions, this truely is a shitty blog. I know i created it but it is shit. I do like the idea of blogs though but this blog compared to other peoples is shit. But please read all the crazy shit i have to write about and please leave comments.

Sincearly,
Legolas Greenleaf

Chicken Little Movie Review

Before I start writting this review I would like to point out that in a recent post I wrote about how I hate reviewers but all of you readers can trust me i'm cool. The other day I read a review about Chicken Little and the reviwer only gave it one and a half stars out of five well i say FUCK THE REVIEWERS im giving this movie a 5..! Ok heres the review:

Chicken Little is a 3D CGI animated film from Disney and is about a chicken named Chicken Little who mistakes a falling acorn for a piece of the sky. A year later when the sky really does fall due to an Alien Invasion nobody belives him. Its a good film for kids but not a good film for adults but if you like aliens this is the movie for you although the aliens aren't like those you see in the 60's sci-fi movies but what the hey.

Liberty City Ghost Town

Behind the Cochrane Dam in Shoreside Vale is a ghost town which is only accessible by the Dodo plane. The Liberty City Gohst Town is rumoured to be the place in which the bank heist cut scene is set. This so called "ghost town" is said to be floating in the air and if you a playing Multi Theft Auto, you might be able to hich a ride to the ghost town. But if you do I don't think you can land on it.

My Shitty Computer

The other day i bought Worms 3D for $19.95 and i installed it on my computer and when it starts loading, it says there is an unexpected error and the games closes. The bad thing about buying a game from The Games Wizards is that they have a no return policy for computer games because people buy the game, burn it, then return it. I think the game doesn't work because i got a SHIT COMPUTER!!!!!!

Allll Riiiiiight

Today is the last day of Year 9 Ohhhhhhh Yeeeeeeaaaaaahhhhhhh. Time to partaaaay dowwwn.

Partay Down

Tomorrow is the last day of school and then when the day is over I can partay down.

Gay Comeback

When someone calls you gay, you say:"One who calls someone gay is actually covering up their own latent homosexuality". Works every time...

R.I.P Eddie Guerrero 1968-2005

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http://www.wwe.com/superstars/smackdown/eddieguerrero/

On November 13, 2005, Guerrero was found dead in his hotel room in Minneapolis, Minnesota, at the Marriott City Center Hotel by his nephew, Chavo. Several hours later, WWE.com released the following announcement:
"WWE is deeply saddened by the news that Eddie Guerrero has passed away. He was found dead this morning in his hotel room in Minneapolis. Eddie is survived by his wife Vickie and daughters Shaul, 14, Sherilyn, 9, and Kaylie Marie, 3."
The same day, WWE held a press conference with a speech from his nephew Chavo, who spoke of Guerrero's four years of sobriety that would have come on November 15 of that year. Chavo adamantly defended his uncle, saying he had defeated his "personal demons." WWE Chairman Vince McMahon declined to speculate on the causes of Guerrero's death, and both men said that Guerrero would have "wanted the show to go on".
An autopsy revealed that Guerrero died as a result of acute heart failure, caused by undiagnosed heart disease and strain placed on his heart from his overworking himself. Although Guerrero had not used illicit drugs or alcohol for over four years, his past excesses had contributed to his heart failure.

Eddie Guerrero's funeral took place on Thursday, November 17 in Phoenix, Arizona. The service, which was not open to the general public, was performed by retired wrestler "Superstar" Billy Graham. The wrestlers who attended were from all over the world of wrestling. Those wrestlers were Chris Benoit, Chris Jericho, JBL, Rey Mysterio, Vince McMahon, Stephanie McMahon, Shane McMahon, Linda McMahon, Dean Malenko, Tom Prichard, Billy Anderson, John Laurinaitis, Edge, Lita, Jamie Noble, Gregory Helms, Charlie Haas, Jackie Gayda, Mark Jindrak, Konnan, Gail Kim, Mike Tenay, Doug Basham, Christian, CM Punk, Billy Kidman, Torrie Wilson, Sting, Tommy Drake, Kevin Dunn, Bruce Prichard, Michael Hayes and Stone Cold Steve Austin.
Chris Benoit, Dean Malenko, Chris Jericho, JBL, Vince McMahon, Tom Prichard, all of Guerrero's brothers, one of his sisters, Chavo Guerrero and Valerie Coleman "Graham" all spoke as well.

Eddie Guerrero's death came as a shock not only to his family and friends, but to numerous wrestling performers and fans around the world. On the episodes of RAW and Friday Night SmackDown! (the latter taped just twelve hours after Guerrero's death), many WWE superstars and employees delivered tearful tributes to Guerrero, with many audience members visibly moved and some tearful during the ten-bell salute.
The WWE web servers crashed twenty four hours after Guerrero's death was announced, as more than 100,000 e-mail messages of sympathy and support came in from fans across the world. WWE made many videos of Guerrero's best performances, personal accounts and testimonies from his DVD and two musical video tributes (featuring Here Without You by 3 Doors Down and Hurt by Johnny Cash respectively) available on WWE.com.
Dusty Rhodes spoke of his belief that Guerrero's death would bring the entire wrestling family together, and of how Guerrero had fought and beat his "personal demons" and was an inspiration to all young people. John Bradshaw Layfield recounted how Guerrero had given him crucial personal support during both his divorce and his elevation to main-event status. Shawn Michaels spoke of how he and Guerrero shared a deep Christian faith, and Kurt Angle recounted how much Guerrero had personally and professionally helped him. Dean Malenko spoke of how much Guerrero's sudden death had hurt him, and how much he would miss him. Edge talked about how the news was unbelievable and shocking to him, while Batista recollected that Guerrero had helped him with the burden of being World Heavyweight Champion. Guerrero's nephew Chavo said that Guerrero was like a brother to him, and reminisced about their childhood together.
Chris Benoit, Chris Jericho and Rey Mysterio emotionally recounted the multi-decade friendship with Guerrero, how he had striven to help them and the important role he had played in their success. Ric Flair, Val Venis, Shelton Benjamin, Matt Hardy, Theodore Long and other WWE employees described Guerrero's intense passion and position at the apex of the wrestling industry profession in terms of both athleticism and entertainment, Vampiro spoke about his early days in Mexico City when he frequently roomed with Guerrero and Bret Hart spoke about Guerrero's work ethic and wrestling ability. A large number of independent wrestlers and promotions also acknowledged Guerrero's passing. Jim Ross also wrote a column recently for WWE.com recalling meeting Eddie Guerrero, the importance Guerrero had in his personal life ("You were a wonderful inspiration to me and to so many others — not only as a wrestler but as a husband, father, brother and friend."), and how talented Guerrero was as a wrestler and entertainer ("Eddie Guerrero is easily one of the 10 best in-ring talents I have seen in 33 years in this business").
Both RAW and SmackDown! were booked as tribute events in memory of Eddie Guerrero. Throughout the events, several wrestlers wore Guerrero's "I'm Your Papi" T-shirt to the ring, and some also wore a black armband marked with the initials "EG." Rey Mysterio wrestled Shawn Michaels in an inter-promotional tribute match on RAW, which Mysterio won. Following the match, both men embraced one another and Mysterio cried while pointing skyward. In the aftermath of his match with Randy Orton, WWE Champion John Cena, who had previously described Guerrero as a great man and father figure, laid the Eddie Guerrero T-shirt he had worn throughout the match in the center of the ring then placed the WWE Championship atop the shirt, reflecting Stephanie McMahon's earlier comment that "Eddie was always a champion". The broadcast ended with commentator Joey Styles eulogizing Guerrero with the words "Eddie Guerrero was a champion in life."
Other personal tributes were given by Candice Michelle, Arn Anderson, Steve Keirn, Ted DiBiase, Michael Hayes, Gerald Brisco and Mickie Jay, while mournful e-mails from fans were published on WWE.com.
WWE has announced plans to compile e-mail tributes from fans across the world into a book dedicated to Guerrero, which will then be presented to Vickie Guerrero and the Guerrero family. In addition, an Eddie Guerrero T-shirt has been released, with all revenue going to Vickie Guerrero.

Star Wars Gangsta Rap

Intro (Vader and Emperor) It's not the East or the west side no it's not it's not the north or the south side no it's not it's the dark side you are correct you can't front on the dark side to all you Vader haters out there we'll blow your planet up 1st verse what is my bidding my master it's a disaster Skywalker we're after but if he can be turned to the dark side yes he'd be a powerful ally another dark jedi he will join us or die Chrous: we've got death star 8(x) Uncle owen: Get your ass over here and quit monkeying with that damn landspeeder Did you fix those two droids did you clean your room 2nd verse Luke, Yoda & Obi Wan Uncle Owen, I know I'm on probation I cleaned the droids can I go to Toshi Station I got a lay away on a power converter but know your treating me like a scruffy nerf hearder Obi Wan: Luke use the force and run run to Dagabah run to Dagabah Yoda: I'm Yoda I'm a soldja I'll mold ya then fold ya I though I told ya don't be unwise judge me not by my size you won't believe your eyes watch the x-wing rise Luke: Yoda why you being a player hater you know I still must confront Lord Vader Yoda: But Luke, not ready are you Luke: but there's a city in the clouds where they're keeping my crew A Jedi has to do what a Jedi has to do so now Vader - I'm coming for you Luke in x-wing talking 3rd verse Vader and Emperor Impressive now release your anger you must have realized your friends were in danger Luke: ahhh why'd you cut off my hand Vader: its imperative that you understand Obi Wan would never bother telling you about your father Luke: he told me enough he told me you killed him Vader: then there's something I must reveal then Chrous: I'm your father Han: knock him out the box Luke knock him out the box

Team America Quote

Gary Johnston: We're dicks! We're reckless, arrogant, stupid dicks. And the Film Actors Guild are pussies. And Kim Jong Il is an asshole. Pussies don't like dicks, because pussies get fucked by dicks. But dicks also fuck assholes: assholes that just want to shit on everything. Pussies may think they can deal with assholes their way. But the only thing that can fuck an asshole is a dick, with some balls. The problem with dicks is: they fuck too much or fuck when it isn't appropriate - and it takes a pussy to show them that. But sometimes, pussies can be so full of shit that they become assholes themselves... because pussies are an inch and half away from ass holes. I don't know much about this crazy, crazy world, but I do know this: If you don't let us fuck this asshole, we're going to have our dicks and pussies all covered in shit!

Joke Of The Century

Today in English class, we were doing a role playing activity and I was in a group where we had to talk about if we were poor and I said to the teacher it was hard then she said put yourself in the person's(a poor person)shoes then I said poor people have no shoes. Hahahahahahahahahahahahahaha. If you don't find that funny, you have no funny bone.

Stupid Games Clerk

Last week I went to EB Games to buy Resident Evil 4 but the clerk wouldn't sell it to me because i wasn't 15. so I went to the Games Wizards and bought a PC game and then returned it the next day because it didn't work on my computer. The guy said they had a no return policy on PC games but he let me exchange the game anyway. I told him that I tried to buy Resident Evil 4 and the guy wouldn't sell it to me and he said he didn't give a crap if i wasn't 15 so he sold me the game anyway. KA-ZING

Stupid Reviewers

Yesterday I saw Doom at the movies with my brother and between the day it came out at the movies and the day I saw it, I read som really bad reviews. The movie was fucking awesome and the reviewers who reviewd the movie were probably 45 year old virgins living with their moms with pre-op transvestite girlfriends.

If anyone is reading this, don't take notice of reviews, they are not true, only you can decide if a movie is good or not. If you go into a cinema to see a movie and there are only 5 people watching the film, it dosen't mean it's a shit movie, it means the people watching it want to see the movie and read the reviews in a newspaper and then burned it(the newspaper)and if they read it on the internet they read it then smashed their computers.The people who aren't in the cinema wathing the film read the reviews and didn't want to see a crap movie so they just downloaded it to save money. In conclusion if you want to see a movie just go see it instead of reading the reviews or just download it.

America Fuck Yeah

America...
America...
America, FUCK YEAH!
Coming again, to save the mother fucking day yeah,
America, FUCK YEAH!
Freedom is the only way yeah,
Terrorist your game is through cause now you have to answer too,
America, FUCK YEAH!
So lick my butt, and suck on my balls,
America, FUCK YEAH!
What you going to do when we come for you now,
it’s the dream that we all share; it’s the hope for tomorrow
FUCK YEAH!
McDonalds, FUCK YEAH!
Wal-Mart, FUCK YEAH!
The Gap, FUCK YEAH!
Baseball, FUCK YEAH!
NFL, FUCK, YEAH!
Rock and roll, FUCK YEAH!
The Internet, FUCK YEAH!
Slavery, FUCK YEAH!
FUCK YEAH!
Starbucks, FUCK YEAH!
Disney world, FUCK YEAH!
Porno, FUCK YEAH!
Valium, FUCK YEAH!
Reeboks, FUCK YEAH!
Fake Tits, FUCK YEAH!
Sushi, FUCK YEAH!
Taco Bell, FUCK YEAH!
Rodeos, FUCK YEAH!
Bed bath and beyond (Fuck yeah, Fuck yeah)
Liberty, FUCK YEAH!
White Slips, FUCK YEAH!
The Alamo, FUCK YEAH!
Band-aids, FUCK YEAH!
Las Vegas, FUCK YEAH!
Christmas, FUCK YEAH!
Immigrants, FUCK YEAH!
Columbine, FUCK YEAH!
Democrats, FUCK YEAH!
Republicans (republicans)
(fuck yeah, fuck yeah)
Sportsmanship
Books

School Is For Fags

It's Day 4 of the fourth term at my school. Only 10 more weeks then i can partay down on my summer vacation.

Tigers Win

The Wests Tigers have won the NRL premiership final beating the North Queensland Cowboys 30 to 16.

Tigers In Final

The Wests Tigers are in the NRL grand final. They are gonna win big time.

Oh and Sydney just won at the AFL grand final.

Public Transport Sucks

I think public transport is stupid. Everytime I go on a bus Im worried that someone might have a disease that is contagious. Sometimes there is alot of people on the bus so that makes it worse. Every time I get a bus from Balmain to Glebe, the bus ALWAYS comes late. One time wheni missed my school bus I went to get another bus to school and it didn't come for an hour. I was on a freaking main road and every bus that went by was not in service. I like to get to school late because I hate school but the god damn State Transit Authority SUCKS BIG MONKEY BALLS.

Tigers Rule

The Wests Tigers are in the Preliminary finals of Rugby League. I bought a tigers ball and I hope they win...GO THE TIGERS

Date Wrong

The date title of my posts are correct because I live in stupid Australia and the date above my post is the American date. America Rules

September The 23rd

Today is the last day of school. Time To Partay Down. OH YEAH

September The 22nd

Tomorrow is the last day of school, for 2 whole weeks I don't have to go back to school.

September The 15th

Today has been a really boring day. I had to go to a meeting about careers and it sucked. I hate school.

History Is Not Cool

Learning History is so boring. All i do in class is do brainstorming and it is really boring. Im learning Australian History and it is so boring. When i was in year 7, learning about History was cool coz' we learn't about different countries but now it's all about Australia. I HATE AUSTRALIA