Bribe Santa now, for a Hayden Panettiere for X'mas.

Hey, all.

Get down on your feet.

And sing.

EVERYBODY DANCE NOW!

(guitar bit, for the next 6+ seconds)

Sing again, EVERYBODY DANCE NOW!

Haha.

Let's Not Thank God It's Sunday.

NTGIS.

School, school coming tomorrow.

Oh gosh.

Pray music doesn't skin my....

Tits.

Anyway, the holidays were pretty fine.

Not too bad, not too good.

Productive?

Debatable.

Oh, speaking of debate, i wonder how the JTo's are doing.

Point, sir.

Nono, madam.

Today, we had a debate in cat class.

Can you believe it?

Haha.

It was like:

Teach - "Ok, now, here's the scenario."

"Your best friend just stole your boyfriend (or girlfriend) away. Should you forgive your friend, or not?"

Class: Erm...hmm...

The opposing side: "No, don't forgive your friend, coz he/she's in the wrong."

Me: "Aiyah, forgive him la. After all, i'm hot, sexy, smart, my girlfriend sure will come back one la..."

- Clap, clap, clap -

Of course, that round was given to our team, coz the other team couldn't think of something better *ahem*worse*ahem* to say.

Haha.

Here ends Sunday.

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(BUT WE STILL FOUND OUT ANYWAY.)

This message was brought to you by the Lamefish.

Did i spell any name wrongly? I'm so sorry.

I got 'Charkwayteow-ed' in The Retreat.

By the tall guy and the not so tall guy.

It wasn't very nice.

Though pretty sensual.

Haha.

Has any of my posts been this long so far?

So sorry if your com lagged.

And even more, terribly sorry if i pushed Phelps off the list.

Aww, don't cry.

Here's a tissue, just make sure you use it to wipe your tears, not some other bodily fluid.

Yes, yes.

Welcome.

I was going to use a smiley, but then, it would have been the first smiley of this blog (or so i presume.)

So i'm going to make it grand.

- Drum roll -

"And now, for the first smiley of The Post..."

(and the audience leans forward, the cameras inching to catch every single movement.)

[=

"Oh, my, GOODNESS!"

(The crowd starts roaring.)

The Manager: "Come on, Lamefish, get out there and take a bow...you deserve it."

- <>< Bows. -

Ok, that was pure fun.

Retarded-ly fun.

Anyway, before i bore you guys to death.

Hereth endeth thou posteth.

Enjoyeth.