tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-167699182011-04-21T14:39:35.129-07:00Damienhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08250395302409106857noreply@blogger.comBlogger51100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16769918.post-1128367334779596582005-10-03T12:18:00.000-07:002005-10-03T12:22:14.783-07:00Roger Moore asked me to draw a picture of Mr. Freeman. This is how he looked today.<br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1544/1439/1600/freeman.jpg"><img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1544/1439/320/freeman.jpg" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16769918-112836733477959658?l=happysatan.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Damienhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08250395302409106857noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16769918.post-1127851391322841292005-09-27T12:56:00.000-07:002005-09-27T13:03:11.326-07:00Seven Things I Plan to Do Before I Die<br /><ol><li>get the cookies Mr. Freeman owes me</li><li>have a nanny who doesn't die a horrible death</li><li>write an opera about Hitler</li><li>taunt those who don't follow my lord</li><li>climb to the top of the a bell tower</li><li>watch Billy Graham crumble to dust</li><li>eat lots of fondeau</li></ol><p>Seven Things I Can Do</p><ol><li>make a clip clop sound</li><li>walk on my hands</li><li>sing in a dead children's choir</li><li>eat red hots</li><li>play with Dehlia</li><li>make the devil sign</li><li>crush those who oppose me</li></ol><p>Seven Things I Can't Do</p><ol><li>sleep without a nightlight</li><li>reach the top shelf</li><li>drink holy water</li><li>bring my nanny back to life</li><li>laugh when my mommy gets mad</li><li>see through the eye holes in the goats head</li><li>stay in a haunted house</li></ol><p>Seven Things That Attract Me To Another Person</p><ol><li>candy</li><li>sneakers</li><li>toys</li><li>money</li><li>hooves</li><li>black hoods</li><li>blasphemy</li></ol><p>Seven Things I Say Most Often</p><ol><li>you're not very nice</li><li>watch out for the flames</li><li>stop blaming those deaths on me</li><li>you don't want to make me angry</li><li>where's the beef</li><li>you can't make me</li><li>rock me Amadeus</li></ol><p>Seven Celebrity Crushes</p><ol><li>Yosemite Sam</li><li>Dirk Dastardly</li><li>Boris Badenov</li><li>Snidely Whiplash</li><li>Snuggles</li><li>Kristy McNichol</li><li>Sandra Bullock</li></ol><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16769918-112785139132284129?l=happysatan.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Damienhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08250395302409106857noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16769918.post-1127500509839238372005-09-23T11:08:00.000-07:002005-09-23T11:35:09.843-07:00My nanny fell down the stairs. She broke bones. There was lots of blood. It wasn't my fault. This is what she looked like.<br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1544/1439/1600/stairs.jpg"><img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1544/1439/320/stairs.jpg" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16769918-112750050983923837?l=happysatan.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Damienhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08250395302409106857noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16769918.post-1127245101672667652005-09-20T12:27:00.000-07:002005-09-20T12:38:21.676-07:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1544/1439/1600/demon.gif"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: left" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1544/1439/320/demon.gif" border="0" /></a> <p></p>This was outside my window last night.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16769918-112724510167266765?l=happysatan.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Damienhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08250395302409106857noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16769918.post-1126799994478882142005-09-15T08:52:00.000-07:002005-09-15T08:59:54.476-07:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1544/1439/1600/champions.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1544/1439/320/champions.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Last night I watched a movie. The boy played hockey. The girl was an ice skater. They didn't like each other. They fought and fought. But then they fell in love. People tried to keep them apart. Then the girl left on a plane and the boy cried. I thought they'd be together when she got back. Then the plane crashed. She died. I drew a picture of it.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16769918-112679999447888214?l=happysatan.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Damienhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08250395302409106857noreply@blogger.com4