To begin with, I apologise about my punctuation during this. My ' button is broken, and it took my 9 smashes to get that one (yes, I counted).
So, where to begin? As I sit here trying to think of a topic, I will waffle on about a subject that most people that post on this site have thought about but avoided for so very long. I am indeed talking about the Jonas "Brothers".
I agree. Try to censor some of your stuff man...
Issac is a faggot.
That is all.
Hello all, I salute you on this fine British day, funny though, because I am about to speak on something which has been taboo for the British, (and pretty much everyone else on earth) to speak about for the past 60 years.
The subject of this week’s rant is chavs. Or, more accurately, a guide to chavs. Or, more accurately than that, a sort of “The Internet-Hiker’s Guide to Chavs”. Already I’m probably being marked down to be viciously murdered by some right now (going on the assumption that chavs can at least read and write), and the fact that the chavs:normals ratio of Yateley is 3:1 doesn’t really help. So we will assume that I didn’t write this, and I merely came to find this on my desk when I came to type this up.
For those school readers, looks like some nasty people over at IT decided this site is an anonymizer... Luckily the proxy can magically move :D
It’s been ages since I first wrote about what I hate, and I hate so many things I am rapidly running out of anything else to blog about. Luckily, I hate so many things I’m probably a crime against humanity, so I should have enough things to write about for months.

Another substantial post by me, woohoo! Gotta love facebook and paint anyway...
Grettings all what....five of you?
You may wonder why i'm writing this during school hours. Well, Matthew and I are currently residing in the computer room, hiding from "da roode bois" that were throwing water balloons at us.
On another note, if any of you know what "mong" means, please, don't hesitate to inform Matthew or myself.
Now, we have an interview with Sam Button.
Us: How many friends do you have?
Sam Button: I don't know.
(Mr Button then proceeded to walk away, leaving us to make up the rest of his answers).