sonet on my favorite cofee machine:

u's the best
oh cofee machine!...
ooooohhh cofee machine
let go of my brrrreast!!! (uuh, kinky!!)

i lika u milk
i lika u coffee
but i lika betta
tha way u maka me feel(k)...........

......why don't you care??
cofee machiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiine!!
i could go somewhere

for you cofi and milk
i'd live in tha Basement you's in.
and now I'VE RUN OUT OF INK!!

erm... sim, já sei o k tão a pensar... mais um post estúpido (o zé foi agora dormir deve-me tar a amaldiçoar por causa do barulho do teclado!!!)

é k eu tinha feito este soneto pó post k tinha feito e k acabei de apagar (snif - longa história!) e agora achei k estava estúpido demais pa deitar fora, por isso imortalizei-o aqui... ou nããão...

*dumby, aka elsa...aalsa álegria d'um doce saboor!

"Ah não sei e nc postas no blog"

Fdx mas quantas vezes é k eu já ouvi isto hmm? Epá não sei, isto da primeira sim senhor da dor na consciênia. Tipo esta gente toda com vidas bué atarefadas (LOLOLOLOL) a perder tempo com o blog eu, aki a rir-me (ok s calhar né bem isso, mas vomitar, rir é td igual) e sem fazer nada. Não é justo pensei eu... Mas depois de 3 meses a ouvir esta gente sempre a bater no mm fdx até a mim me pareceu k afinal mereciam.

Anyway um post decente atão. Tamos em época de exames, logo não há aulas, logo não tenho nada pa fazer e tenho montes de tempo livre. Mas logo também não nos vemos e isso da saudade. Faltam me aquelas coisas do dia:

Fuck a vir no corredor com um nippy na boca e a gaja a berrar por ele...

Dumb com akele feitizinho de merda, mas hálito de menta a pensar que é um gajo...

Nag a squeekar a plenos pulmões k n merece o nome k tem (TIPO 200 xs POR DIA)...

Bitch plos cantos com olhos vermelhos e vorazes, a predar nos pobres caloiritos e gritando "JÁ LÁ VÃO DOIS MESES! KERO F*ODER!"

Naughty a olhar pra isto tudo e a abanar a cabeça (smp axei k era vtdd de alinhar mas falta de guito mas k é k s há d fazer? :P)

Kinky a dançar uma merda qq bué do estranha, bué oriental, bué creepy à volta deste pessoal em qt pede em tom de falsete "Spank Me! HARDER!"

Idiot a rir-se k nem uma perdida sem saber mt bem o k s passa ou k mal fez a Deus pra meterem neste calvário. Não, pera isso somos nós... ;)

E finalmente Silent com a dica que parte tudo "...Hmm *cough cough*..."

Ah é disto k sinto falta! Da azáfama do dia-a-dia, dos insultos trocados, das mesas da faculdade partidas, do café de merda do c1 k só bebemos pq somos pobres E forretas... FDX PERAÍ MAS O K É K EU TOU A DIZER?

Nill, #1 permanent resident of The Void, Stoopid e gajo k tá fdd a Fisiologia Animal pq em vez de estudar tá à meia noite e dezassete a fazer posts num blog MORTO!

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O choque! O pânico! O horror! (o texto original não é assim, mas azares!)

Isto hoje é só notícias chocantes!

1º- Esta na realidade era a última, mas como está mais fresquinha (e quanto!!!) vai em primeiro lugar:
É a propósito da chocante notícia que a SIC transmitiu há uns dias de uma linda lula congelada (ora lá está o fresco!) com recheio de latex!
MAS QUEM É QUE ANDOU A FODER A POBRE DA LULA???
Quer dizer, eu sei que o bichinho até tem uma forma fálica ... mas daí a violarem o animal...!?
quer dizer, NÃO! É nojento! É zoofilia!
...E tinham mesmo que se esquecer do preservativo lá dentro?

2º- Esta foi uma infeliz comparação que o nosso Meleca Prateada/ Action Man/ Joel fez num dia infeliz:
Ora estavamos nós na cantina a falar de biologia, biólogos, esteriótipos de biólogo, ... , e por aí em diante, a dizer que só os de BMG é que fugiam por completo ao esteriótipo, ...quando o nosso amigo se sai com esta:
"Os biólogos de BMG são como as prustitutas de cabaré, e os restantes biólogos são prustitutas de rua."

...Sim ... se virmos bem, de facto os de BMG têm muito mais regalias: sempre enfiados dentro de casa (no laboratório), com salários mais elevados, mais comodidades, ... ; os restantes biólogos vão pró ataque pró terreno (!), têm salários que mal se vêem (ou lá perto!) e estão expostos a outros riscos.
...Mas quer dizer ... ser comparada a uma puta???

...Então, seguindo este raciocínio, eu sou uma puta de rua. Vou pró meio do mato fazer o meu trabalhinho, pôr o corpo a render (...sim, caminhar também custa! Ao sol, à chuva, ao frio...!) ...Mas eu não quero ser comida pelo Lobo Mau...! 0:( Não sou o Capuchinho Vermelho...! 0:(

*Eediot, Iota-Female, Kelly*

Coisas Lindas!!

Este dia devia ser decretado feriado (o de ontem).

Xim feriado! Nacional ou até mesmo mundial, pois foi um dia muito importante para todos os terraqueos, talvez à excepção dos hibridos de vulcano e de zamitron, mas para todos os outros muito especial!!

Pk feriado? Por ser um dia importante ja referi. E porke tao importante? Bêm, não foi por ter mais rapidamente gasto o cheque Fnac em toda a história. Muito menos pelo recorde de abertura de pernas de alguns membros dos demented, que mesmo com um enorme esforço nenhum deles conseguiu realmente bater o recorde da Bitch, este ao contrário dos outros não foi conseguido a jogar twister. Sei k keriam fotos mas a reporter não foi convidada :/. Mas podem consultar as de outra disputa:



Ke mais conseguirão elas fazer?





Bem mas voltando ao ponto, o dia foi especial porke:

porke....

...


....



Porke finalmente conseguimos enfiar todos os demented nine numa unica foto!!!!

Xim, por mais incrivel que pareça este feito nunka tinha sido atingido, eles ja tinham sido enfiados todos juntos em muitos, muitos outros sitios mas nunca, NUNCA numa unica e só mesma fotografia (devemos agradecer esse facto a nosso nova companheira para kuase todos os momentos Zipoldina e à colega Maria)

Mas porque nunca tinhamos estado todos juntos numa foto?
São muitos as explicações (alguém que se lembre de alguma que a ponha!) mas talvez fique para sempre a dúvida.


Ai querem ver a foto?


Entao txárááám:







Sermos tão lindinhux!!!
(cof cof)

Agora temos que treinar esta nova habilidade e conseguir umas coisas mais giras!



*The psi-Female, The Nag but the least annoiyng of almost them all*





Ainda antes de acabar, lembrei.m de uma razão pa não haver fotos de todos, é que algumas pessoas a dar po Photofóbikas, insistem em nós (me) dar com almofadas, fazer ameaças muito más e correr atrás de nós (je) quando lhes tiro fotos!
Mas eu ganho eh ehehe, mwuahahaha ah :P


[Edit]: Sorry Nag mas tive que mudar a foto! Assim ja td a gente sabe kem somos, e tb p algumas pessoinhas (aka Dumb) n dizeres que sao as unicas a terem foto no blog... Assim tamos tds! we... hardy har har...
oh joy, oh happyness, oh fullfillment...

*Bitch*

nooooooooooooooooo!!

hello my fellow demented ppl!! how is you all?? good? nice to know... i think i'm going now...

..................................................................

bye bye (cocksuckers)!

*dumb, aka me*

iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii.......IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII

(ah, bom, tava a ver ko filha da puta do caps lock não funcionava!)

ora bem...

IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII............................

...am a punched potatoe!

- the end -

*dumb the punched, not to mention stuck, potatoe*

oh coffee machine... oooohhh coffee machiiine!! *multiple bows and reverences* - tribute to our favorite coffee machine

note: when i said reverences, i actually meant chicken dancing around the machine and/or islamic praying sequence (alternating bottoms up-down)

ok, so here is, for the first time, a post on the one who keeps us awake throughout the days... our very favorite... coffee machine!! As you know (or maybe not), we, the demented nine have found our lair in the dark, arid 1st floor of the C1 complex of our beloved FCUL. yes! our very own wet, full of fungi BASEMENT (this is the sweeet name)!! TA DAAAA!! so nice... as you must be aware of, since classes are so fucking boring, we, as students *cof cof*, need large amounts os coffee to stay awake through all those neverending hours we spend skipping'em... in C1; most of the time not giving a fuck about anything whatsoever.
the logical line of thinking would be something like:... it's a college... has lots of students... all of them have dull square classes... all of them need cafeine (except for kinky, who's hystery.. hum hum, hyperactive on her own. the rest of us are just a bunch of normal coffeeholics)... which leads to a massive number os such machines spread all the way through the various complexes. but this particular one is simply special!! that is not just a coffee machine, that is THE coffee machine!! which is why we wanted it to know how important it is to us... WE LOVE YOU C1'S COFEE MACHINE!!! you rule!!! (even more than the fungi which i, for one, think are extremely cool).

apart from the fact that the coffee expelled from it's hole is extremely efficient, this machine has one more characteristic that makes it unique: where else would you find a coffee machine so loving that everytime you inserted the right amount of coins into the right slot, followed by the gentle pressing of the right button would wish you to allow yourself a moment of relax?? this one does!!

also, for all those who are interested in alien life forms, we have a newsflash on that too. related to our cofee machine, of course. but, unfortunately, since along with being one of the demented nine i also am a russian spy working for the FBI and CIA (lol), i couldn't possibly tell you that according to what we (don't) think, our beloved cofee machine is no less that the home of a couple of aliens come from the planet Zamitron (yes, the same one in which the newly discovered sub-atomic particle Zamitronon was first found!). if you don't believe me you can check out for yourself!! check the pisture below!! see the shadows? need more proof??

we have also noticed that one of them is black and the other is albino - who do you think provides the cofee and the milk?? hencefore, that tasty cofee which we're so addicted to (JUNKIES!! WEEEE!!) is, in fact, the liquid excrementary matter of both (or one at a time, whatever!! though it's not fair that way!!). due to the several concentrations of the mentioned fluids, the various drinks available (long/short cofee, cappuccino, moccaccino, lemon tea (who wants to take a guess at what that's made out of?! lol), blah, blah, blah) differ greatly in taste, color, thickness, and obviously, amount of froth on the top (UUhhh, nice - balls in old spice HAHAHA!!, ok, no, cut it out! STOP IT!! *slappin' myself*).

actually there is, in fact another theory... researches have shown that the button pressing movement can be pretty exciting sooo... maybe the fluids aren't exactly excrementary, know what i mean? *insert sardonic grin here* GOD, why must i be such a pervert?? now i'll never be able to drink out of it again!!! Urghh!

(HAHA! as if i could make a normal living without it!)

by the way, our two aliens need to be named!! since we can't call them tweedeldee and tweedeldum (sorry, already taken!! yep!! they're the pseudonyms of bitch's boobs), we need to come up with something more outgoing... suggestions accepted!!

*dumb, the one and only dumbass forehead*

Caros colegas, e gerações vindoras de futuros pseudo-biolokos (que um dia eventualmente se tornarão ou virão a tornar biólogos) foi me incumbida a missão de os informar sobre as problemas e doenças graves e disfunções do organismo e coiso e tal que a aula prática desta semana de ecologia animal, em acumular com as outras (ora claro esta, a tal fixação com bolas) pode causar nas vossas cabecitas sãs e mesmo noutras k estao mais abaixo (de estatuto), que sejam menos sãs....

Pois é... como exemplo veridico, muito real e realista apresentamos a nossa obra prima e de arte, que teve de ser feita para que conseguissemos evitar a loucura total (pobres dos que nao conseguiram!!) que aquelas três grandes horas a ouvir falar de... hum... axo que... talvez fosse algo relacionado com animais e prontes

Cá xtá:





Pois... parece que afinal sempre ouvimos um bocaditos da aula... imaginem se tivessemos tomado atenção á aula toda!!!!

*Naggy, the not demented one....(será mesmo?!)*

Ah, e queria aqui agradecer à Elçia, a nossa grande criadora de baratas e procedeu a traqueotomia, à Naughty e o seu lindo tubarão (isso ta mais pa golfinho, aiii melher! ké k tu andas prai a fazer) e a Raquelia sem a qual não tinhamos podido oferecer oculos a criatura por ser kuase cega. E para finalizar, ao exmo sr dr professor k nos inspirou dando uma graande aula!! (aplausos sff)

another "post it"... lol

Buahhhhh! they wont't let me write in portuguese!!! fuckin' tease! ok, so here comes another post (it or not) yet to be remarkably fogotten blah blah blah....

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I REST MY CASE.

*Dumb the human flying forehead*

O Meu 1º Post!! (...que enterro...!)

(...Sim, porque a minha biografia, de facto fui eu que a escrevi, mas não fui eu que a coloquei aqui!)

...Erm...voltando ao que interessa:

Esta manhã estava com a Bitch nos PC's lá da FCUL e estavamos a ver um site muito giro que respondia a questões como "De que forma te vais suicidar: modo, data, últimas palávras.."; "Como será o teu funeral: data, quantas pessoas presentes, últimas palávras..."; and so on!
-Resposta à 1ª questão: vou morrer afogada a 6/11/2016, ao fim de 46 tentativas, e vou fazer um discurso relacionado com a vida e o amor e blá blá blá...
-Resposta à 2ª questão: funeral a 11/11/2017, 36 pessoas, últimas palávras "I hate you so much!"
Bem...e eu juntei as peças do puzzle e recompuz a história: Um belo dia estarei eu de molho no mar, a dicertar sobre a vida e o amor e blá blá bá...acabo por suspirar um "I hate you so much" a respeito de alguém que aqui não vem pró caso...e...ops...sou embrulhada por uma onda e morro afogada no meu adorado mar! Andarei à deriva pelo oceano durante 1ano até que o meu corpo dará à costa e eu serei enterrada após uma breve autópsia (sim, porque a essa altura já não haverá muito para autopsiar!); só estarão presentes 36 pessoas porque as restantes já se esqueceram aqui da Eediota!

...Ora nisto vira-se a Bitch e diz "Estou assustada..,!"

...Pois, só que falhou-me que aquilo eraa sala de PC's da FCUL e que havia lá mais gente...e só ouço o gajo do PC ao lado virar-se e dizer "Eu também estou assustado...!" (gajo esse que entretanto começou a cantar a música do Dartacão... E depois eu é que sou assustadora...!)

...Ops...Eediot! Porque é que o chão não se abriu???


*Eediot, Iota-female, Rakel*

Ai Joelssia, Joelssia...

By this time I think you should all be informed that I, the ALPHA-MALE!! am to be the father of a beautiful (if it doesn’t look like me…) girl/boy/whatever, whose mother is Joel (I’m not aloud to say that he's on my class, and that he is also form that beautiful town on the verge of being swallowed by the sea, called Marinha Grande CITY CAPITAL OF HOLLYWOOD). I should refer to the way the pregnancy began, since it’s obvious that no fertile part of my body was in touch with any of his’ (as far as I can remember!). The thing is, Joel (aka Méléka (Meia-Leca) Prateada or even Action Man – the greatest hero of'em all!) is extremely small and thin (probably about as large as ¼ of myself) and… I know you’ll all find this very cold-hearted but… I… I… *snif*snif*






… the thing is…





…well!...




…I kind of…




…sort of…




Ok! I confess!!!! I FED THE BLOODY GUY A SMINT!!! And he swallowed it!! Now we're gonna have a (female) hybrid: JOELSSIA!!! (don’t you just love it?!) We were actually to have twins, but Stoopid killed the other one (Joelsson).




Ok, I admit, this was not funny… just wanted to share!!!!
As anyone figured out the thing about the beetles fucking the bottle on the back yet??

*Dumb, the uninspired ALPHA-MALE*

"uh yeah baby, give it to me! hard and steady!!"

No! It wasn’t me!! Nor Fuck, believe it or not!! Actually when you’re sitting home in your cosy little living room watching TV the last thing you expect to see once you turn to channel Odyssey is uncensored porn involving seven (or so) male individuals and an empty bottle of beer… yeap! I and Fuck were both astonished for we had never seen something so cruel… poor empty bottle of beer…! It was inhuman just as well, since the male individuals who were performing the act, were… yellow beetles!!! Fortunately we discovered the reason why they were crazed about that huge yellow HOTTT (!) beer bottle. Well, the thing is, the female yellow beetle is several times bigger than the males and, you know what they say! The bigger the better!! Since the males are so little, I believe there’s no such thing as a faggot beetle (I know, I know, this was an unnecessary comment BUT I HAD TO LET IT OUT!!).

Are you a beer bottle? Are you being sexually harassed by a bunch of jumpy horny beetles?... enjoy! You go girl!

Are you an old bottle? Do you not feel sexy anymore? Are you in need of a good humpin'... call us! Fuck will be glad to do the humpin' (can't say if it's good or not, never tried it, never wanted to try it!).

Having said that, I now think that someone should come up with a line of sexy lingerie designed for beer bottles! All in yellow, of course!




I think we can count this one as one point against recycling… there had to be something!

(Even though I’m amongst the most intelligent, clever, witty and so on and so forth people of the planet *hahahahaha!!!*, I must say I can’t state a plausible explanation for the fact that they were trying to stick it in the bottom of the bottle – as you’re well aware of, the hole’s on the other end. ARE THERE SUCH THINGS AS BLONDE BEETLES?? Duh!)

BITE ME ASSHOLES!! =)

*Dumb, THE INIMITABLE ALPHA-MALE (aka the human forehead)*

Megalomania

Intergalactic salutes to any fucking retards who might be reading this piece of shit I'm trying to write down right now!!

Enjoy your miserable insignificant lives in this planet of yours in which a remain of intelligent life still prevails (but not for long though, I'm thinking of moving out of the Solar System... you know... get a life of my own or something, somewhere in a black ho... ho... HOLE!!! sorry, there seemed to be something stuck in my throat. NO IT WAS NOT A FUR BALL!)!!

Just so you all know, the ALPHA-MALE!! (which is me, myself and I, OBVIOUSLY - regardeless of any disfiguring comments of a somewhat STOOPID person...)... where the bloody fuck was I? Oh!:

THE ALPHA-MALE RULES!! MWUAHAHAHAHA!! DIE, NERDS, DIIIIEEE!!!!!

Ok, now that i got that off my chest... just wanna get one thing straightened out!! I'm not fat! I'm big boned!! You fucking teases!

*Dumb, the IRREFUTABLY MEGALOMANIAC ALPHA-MALE. Bow down to me bitches!*

Hmmmm, where to start... yes, i'm a fucking retard, but at least I FUCK! are u thinking of moving to a black hole? where the sun don't shine? have u already asked Bitch permission? oh sorry... the sun already shines there...As to something stuck on your throat... i'm pretty sure it wasn't a fur ball *cof cof* ( u should stop sucking so much...... ice cream :P )
off your chest? WHAT CHEST?!?!?!?!?!

Done here =)

*Fuck, the single most fucking person on this planet and all the UNIVERSE!!!*

YEAHYEAHYEAH!!! GOOD FOR U! we all know you fuck, we've all heard you!! (some people claim to have seen you too, but! it has never been prooven!). As for the sucking!!... Haven't got any complaints so far!


Were you referring to my chest?? what chest?? D-Cup... :o)

*Dumb, THE UNDENIABLE ALPHA-MALE (for more inf on my chest please dial 555-KISS MY WHITE SHINY ASS!!!)*

Yeah Dumb you're the only one (NOT) that doesn't fuck! So, take that you megalomaniac pervert! :P

As for if the sun does or doesn't shine, yes I confess...
The vaccuum is all gone by now! Weeee!
Well, I just have something to add...
No fucking... Is fucking my brains... and there ya go Dumb... Liked your post ;)

[edit] By the way, just so you know what size of a forehead we're talking about when mentioning Dumb here's a photo for ya!

Yes, our blog has photos now! Be afraid! Be very afraid!

*Bitch, Tao-female, cat (aka the sex addicted)*

Quote of the Day ~ 16.11.04

Como à alguns dias que nao aparecem novas "quotes of the day" e os nosso caros "ouvintes" devem começar a achar estranho, e a preocupar-se ao pensar que já não somos os mesmos demented. Resolvi (e como não sou auto-suficiente q.b. para tomar essas iniciativas, vou
"levar na Boca" ou como kem diz, vou ser esmurrada que nem uma batata!!) colocar das melhores de hoje.

Mas continuando o que interessa, ou não (vai-se la saber...), nao aula de Fisiologia Animal, em que se ouvia falar de hormonas, e o tópico da altura era ocitosina (que até interessa saber (para o caso... de resto :s ) que é a hormona que comanda o "vazamento" de leite nos seios na amamentação).

Ao nao perceber se os homens também o tinham, pergunto à Eediot: "Os homens afinal têm ou não?!"
Ao que ela me responde toda "excitada" (sim porque ao estarmos numa aula de fisiologia, aka potencialogia, é normal o uso do termo)

"Sim os Homens também têm mamas!!! Mas nao se sabe para que servem (repetindo o profe)"
Espantada (=O) por a resposta fugir ao que perguntava nem comento...
Enquanto ela continua:
"Eu acho que é para enfeitar....

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . pircings. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . chantilly. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . "

:o

Com a espupfacção geral vêm:
"Eu hoje nao existo" -> Eediot

e a gargalhada, ora claro está!


*by The One they call Nag, Psi female, me Nélia*

This is my paper on bolinhas de cotão!!!

After all the years I've spent not cleaning under my bed, I've come to the conclusion that I, THE IRREFUTABLE ALPHA-MALE (!) own the one and only CITY HOLLYWOOD OF BOLINHAS DE COTÃO (if you don't know what they are, try peeking under yours just before you fall asleep!! no, I'm not paranoid! Just because you don't see them, doesn't mean they're not after you!).

I dare to state here that bolinhas de cotão are the most demented and obscene creatures (apart from us, obviously) of the UNIVERSE!!! (and no, I'm not dumb!!!) Yes! For all babies bolinhas de cotão are not the sons and daughters of their daddies bolinhas de cotão, since all the mummies bolinhas de cotão mate (copulate or more commonly: FUCK) with all the mailsmen bolinhas de cotão and bakers bolinhas de cotão while their husbands bolinhas de cotão (aka daddies bolinhas de cotão) are out haunting all the bedrooms full of bolinhas de cotão, such as mine. Beat the logic bitches!!!

F**K THEE ALL!

*DUMB, THE INCONTESTABLE ALPHA MALE!!! MWUAHAHAHAHA!!*

Nag's biography

Ey!
I’m Nag!!
First of all you need to know that I’m not really nag, and boring, or annoying, and all that kind of stuffs that really don’t combines with me (ok, I get excited, and exaggerated a bit, but is almost real :p). How can a Psy female be grey? Being nag and Psy(co), at same time?! Impossible (or not... but it isn't so important)!! I’m not nag!
I’m not nag!!
This demented people only want somebody to blame when all is just apathy.
Chaaaaange my naaaaame!! (Naughty let’s do a letter, and complain!).

Bêm, steep going, I’m the one that don’t know ponta about inglish [:p] (como ja voces se fartaram de comentar) so I want you all se lixem e vou escrever em portuguese!!

Mwuahahaha you bitch friends!


E pronto agora k já posso começar a escrever livremente….



Pois….


E k digo mais??!


Enfim não tenho mais nada a dizer…



*I’m not nag, Psi female, englishfobika or just Liazita :p*

Eediot's biography

Hey! Let’s go talk about me! ... nop, not that I like to do it!
You remember Fuck telling everyone he was the most innocent of us all? NO!... I’m the one!
I’m an Angel…! I say it all the time but no one seems to believe me… :’(
Do you know what it's like? Imagine a beautiful and innocent little girl with a pair of little white wings on her back and a big shiny halo on her head… yeah! That’s me! But since I like animals a lot and my halo reminds me of a ring. Well, I generally use it to play fetch with doggies! You know that old game in which you throw something away so that they’ll get it and return it to you…! Well! It’s in that short span, during which the dog runs to get the halo, catches it and gets it back that… oops… that I forget (… but it’s really just for a little while…!) of the little angel I am… and… that’s when I say those idiot things…!...BUT I’M AN ANGEL!!! (I use the little horns to bear the halo and the red tail is just stylish!!)


*Eediot, Iota-female, Rakel*

Erm, Fuck, have you been tampering with the controls again? How many times have I told you, no turning on Rakel's nobs! It doesn't make her horny in the normal sense! God I'm sorrounded by Eediot's and Fuck(ing) perverts! Ah, isn't the world beautiful? :P

*Stoopid, Alpha-Male, Nill, Soon to be dead if I can't find a hiding place from her. I'm scared!*

dumb's biography

In the beginning I was massive amount of matter crushed into a particle just about the size of a pinhead. Then there was a Big Bang. You know the rest of it.


I'm still a dumbass pinhead though.


Wanna clear a couple of things up: Stoopid was not the driving force of my creation, I refuse to relate myself to him!! NEVER, YOU HEAR ME?!! Secondly I AM THE ALPHA MALE!!! If you wanna argue about it bring it on! i can take you!

*Dumb, the ALPHA MALE (don't listen to Stoopid, the doctors told us not to
contradict him), aka èlçia *

Yeah right, of course you can! We'll discuss it tonight. Your turn to stay on the bottom though. As for me not being the driving force of her creation, well you know kids and their denial states right? She'll grow over it. Either that or it'll be beaten out of her. Worst part really is that she might enjoy the second alternative! She's crazy that one, demented I tell you. But then again, who isn't? ;D

*Stoopid, THE Alpha-Male, Nill, wet willie applyer*

nine's BIOgraphy

Once upon a time, they were nine normal (not yet demented) people who have chosen to be biologists in fcul not knowing that their lifes would never be the same...

The nine started with only 3 of us...Stoopid, Bitch and Eediot...

At the begining of second semester in fcul, demention reached it's high form... Together, the nine inocent people (cof cof), Stoopid, Bitch, Eediot, Fuck, Dumb, Kinky, Silent(ly Evil), Nag and Naughty, who were normal before looked now insane...

Two years of depravedness, madness and......... fluffyness lol...... rambóia dinners, nights like no others (as Silent(ly Evil) would say_ "uuuuu"),... even classes were fun...

By this time we decided to assume our demention by publishing it...

We created our demented blog...... to our demented friends.... YOU PEOPLE!!!

*nAughty, teta-female or... risA!

Why mus I always be the hystorical consultant? It started with ONE, not THREE! Because it started with me!!!! All the dementation came from me!!!! That's why I'm know as the ... FATHER! MWUAHAHAHAH! And whom so ever calls me a megalomaniac is going to get trouted! For those of you who do not know I do therapy at the MA. I will discuss it at a later time. Now, I'll have to go and take over the worl.... I mean desktop! Geez, frickin pills must be faultering again

*Stoopid, Alpha-Male, Nill, Future Ruler of the WOR... erm Desktop!*