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thecursedcasketofminge: Tim Burton worship

Wed, 08 Aug 2012 23:36:14 +0100

thecursedcasketofminge:

Tim Burton worship

My skittles :D Forever Alone.

Fri, 18 Nov 2011 21:57:00 +0000

My skittles :D

Forever Alone.

if lord voldermort and darth vader had a child, which one would it look more like?

Tue, 25 Oct 2011 22:15:29 +0100

Well both of them are ashen gray (Under Darth Vaders mask ofcourse), but it’d probably look like Vader PRE burn. So it’d probably end up looking like Voldemort but with long light brown hair.

WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE INANIMATE OBJECT?

Tue, 25 Oct 2011 22:07:23 +0100

Inanimate?? The humble Muffin. Either Chocolate chip or Blueberry :)

Wise words given to me by a wise Person. Helped me through good...

Tue, 11 Oct 2011 01:48:25 +0100

Wise words given to me by a wise Person. Helped me through good times and bad times.

Then I drew it into a fun picture…

Fun right?? :D

In Soviet Russia, Christmas celebrate YOU!

Tue, 11 Oct 2011 01:46:08 +0100

In Soviet Russia, Christmas celebrate YOU!

A Poem

Tue, 11 Oct 2011 01:38:42 +0100

There is a Duck, he lives down my road.
He isn’t quite big, not unlike the Toad.

The Toad is a fun guy he even owns a Dog,
but does take great offense if you call him Frog.

The Frog owns a Cricket team he loves to play on Bat,
this is great for everyone except the fat old Cat.

This Cat he lives inside a tree,
funnily enough it’s by the guy who sells me LSD.

I Like It This Way

Tue, 11 Oct 2011 01:36:33 +0100

I’m a Squid.
I live under your House.
I live by myself above a Dead Mouse.
I have a Octopus, He lives in a tree.
He cannot see me, He leaves me be.
I like it this Way.

I know a Man from Idaho.
He gets all excited about the Snow.
I honestly find this odd.
I rarely talk to the silly ol’ Sod.
I like it this Way.

Over the horizen, o’er hill and Valley.
There lives a fat guy who think he’s like Ali.
He think’s he’s all tough, as hard as Nails.
But the bugger can’t run, he’s slower than Snails.
I like it this Way.

The point of this Poem is strange and unknown.
a point must a arise soon, but it hasn’t been shown.
You may be wondering why I said I was a Squid.
But when they publish this Poem I’ll have a Couple of Quid.

I like it this way

The Poem That Rhymes With 'Ite'

Tue, 11 Oct 2011 01:33:28 +0100

In the middle of the Night.
Amongst the absense of Light.
Wanders a man of restricted Height.
He goes out in the wind to fly his Kite.
He only means well, doesn’t wish to Fight.
In windy conditions he’ll sometimes take Flight.
Once in the sky he fears the Seagulls will Bite.
After which they will cover him in Shi..

Poo..

Catching and Chasing.

Tue, 11 Oct 2011 01:30:28 +0100

Today I’ll catch a butterfly.
Shalln’t let this one flutter by.
Just you watch this nutter try.

Alright then, I’ll catch a duck.
Do you think I’ll have no luck?
The thing escaped, well that does suck.

Now I’ll try and get a cow.
You’re probably saying,”I wonder how?”
He got away, well that’s just faul.

Now I’ll try to grab a goat.
It’d seem he has just jumped boat.
I think now I’ll end this note.

My Skittles collection as of this week.

Sat, 08 Oct 2011 18:32:45 +0100

My Skittles collection as of this week.

Owls.

Sat, 08 Oct 2011 17:18:34 +0100

You know what I wish I had? Well if you read the title you’d know it’s an Owl! It sounds odd but to the two people who have my tumblr at this time know I AM ODD! I mean I colelct Skittles… Dead give away.

Anyway, back to Owls. Aren’t they awesome stuff? They are birds that are vicious carnivours! Like an Avion T-Rex. But Owls don’t have short arms and they aren’t extinct.

But Owls can rotate their heads alot… And if you watch Mr Weebls ‘Rotate your owls’ on Youtube you’ll also understand my affixiation with them.

They also live in the UK and in barns…

What’s not to love.

T’wit t’woo, Bitches.

Bad Habits

Wed, 05 Oct 2011 18:31:57 +0100

Everyone goes on about ‘bad habits’, but surely the only people who can have bad habits are Scruffy Nuns.

Think about it. Nuns wear habits on their head and if they’re scruffy that would make them ‘bad habits’.

See that. It’s a pun.

Laugh!

My Skittles!!!! Enjoy gazing upon them PEASANTS!!!

Mon, 26 Sep 2011 18:39:07 +0100

My Skittles!!!! Enjoy gazing upon them PEASANTS!!!

Ode to Cookies

Mon, 26 Sep 2011 18:27:33 +0100

O, sweet cookie, all round and brown,
I brought it from the Bakers, deep within town.

I admire the brown of it’s chocolate chips
and the crumbs you leave on my fingertips.

I love the types of cookie that and laiden around.
From ones of light tan, to dark chocolate brown.

But a rival food, a biscuit to top it,
The Bourbon Cream, I love to eat it.

Better than that is the McVities Penguin,
A bar so tasty I could polish off ten.

But on to the cake filled with Jaffa,
Do you call that a biscuit? PAH!

You’re having a Laffa.

Ben and the Ever Lasting Quest for Skittles varients.

Tue, 13 Sep 2011 18:25:34 +0100

First of all, allow me to start with the Indiana Jones theme.

Da DaDun DUN! DUN de dun. Dun de dun dun!!! Dun de DUN DUN DUN!

Well that failed, but on with my post.

As you lot may know, I loves me Skittles. As the youth of today would say “I find them ‘Banging’ Innit” Banging meaning ‘good’. So imagine my suprise when I go to a popular Supermarket known as Tesco for Milk and I discover big bags of Sour and Fruits… I pretty much came there and then. Big bags of Fruits ones are common, but big bags of Sours?? My god, what is this Phantasmagora. So I brought some, and now I have only 3 varients to get and I’ll have all the UK edition Skittles.

Fuck me, I’m cool.

All least I’m not doing drugs or worse.

Worse of course being looking at Planes in my Anorak.

Skittle

Sun, 11 Sep 2011 03:54:26 +0100

Hello peoples of Tumblr. Well Hello cx80, as you’re the only person on my thingy following me or whatever it’s called. I’m going to say Tumbling.

Well my Skittle collection has grown slightly. I brought a US Issue packet of Sour Skittles. Set me back £1.45, but it was WORTH IT!!

I might add on an irrelevant Poem about Skittles.

I had a packets of Skittles,
Until I dropped them into a bush of Nettles.

I gave up quickly after much time,
I got out my Tic Tacs, flavoured Lemon and Lime.

My Tic Tacs of Orange and Green,
Like a story paragraph set the scene.

Scene in question was out of luck,
As would you know it, I was a Duck.

As a Duck I was confused,
As with my lover, I felt used.

With his head I did beat,
I trampled him with my feet.

The Police came knocking around about Ten,
They accused me of killing Ken.

Killing Ken I did not do,
As it would be Anti Semitism, as he’s a Jew.

It started off about Skittles, then changed rather quick,
As my poem turned from good, to Shit.

Hello

Fri, 09 Sep 2011 18:23:35 +0100

Well looky here… Seems I’ve got Tumblr all of a sudden.

Well how does this work?? Well I guess I should say something mildly interesting about myself.

I collect Skittles along with this Girl :D

Fun times…

I also like Star Wars and other Sci-Fi shows, so I’m a nerd…