Superhero or Supervillain: Fishman

It's a bird, it's a plane, no.. IT'S FISHMAN!

Born and raised in a small town near a lake, our hero/villain learned quickly how to use his abilities.

Bullies on the school playground would make fun of him for eating peanut butter sandwiches (Fishman really like butter and peanuts.) In the blink of an eye, he would fall on the ground, flopping around and gasping for air. In a state of panic, his assailants quickly began to panic and fled the scene.

This new found power made going to school impossible from this point on, and he spent most of his time working for a local fast food restaurant.

Unfortunately the question still remains: Hero or Villain? Stay tuned to find out!

Poem 2

POOPY PANTS
By ME

I'm so glad
I don't have poopy pants
smells real bad
I even kill the plants!
I'm so proud
I'm making a milk shake
not pooping pants
is easy as cake

I'm so glad
I don't have poopy pants
my milk shake
is filling up with ants!
I hate ants
they are not so fun
so i will
shoot them with my gun

I'm so glad
I don't have poopy pants
you're glad too
lets do a little dance!
We'll hop and skip
and run and jump
And then we'll - WAIT -
I just took a dump.

Wishes... Dream a dream. Wishes... Set it free!

If I had one wish, I would wish for a million more wishes.
Then I would wish for a dollar, a million times.
Then wish I had one more wish to wish for all the time I spent wishing back.

Wishing sucks.

Is That Healthy: Eating Bouillon Cubes

I really like gravy, and I enjoy more salt then the average human. Thus I like bouillon cubes. It's that handy dandy snack that says "I'm a successful young man who has not time to carry around a bowl full of gravy." One handy dandy cube could last me an hour of pure meaty delight. All it takes is a little nibble, and my mouth explodes into a flavorful celebration complete with mountains of gravy and thousands of dancing leprechauns!

(they're magical and can live in my mouth.)

As wonderful as the bouillon cube and it's close relative, the ramen flavor packet are, sometimes I worry. Is it right that I spend so much time in this trance like state of bouillon bliss? It's a tough call to make. I feel that this behavior I have developed is ok, and I can quit any time. Others have a theory this stuff is just unbleached cocaine. That's got to be a lie. Cocain doesn't come in cubes or little foil pouches. Come on people.

Chicken or beef? That is the question.

Tested on Animals

Hot Shot Roach and Ant Killer. "Kills on Contact!"So this stuff kills insects, but how about mammals? I think I'll do some testing of my own, and then market this product as "Bat-B-Dead" with a 300% price increase.


How come PETA doesn't care about the feelings of insects?