And so it begins...

Hello all the way from my chair wherein I am still wearing my pajamas... I love technology.
So basically I am just going to dump all my other 'blogs' here that I wrote before finally deciding to approach the dark side of interaction, that is Blogging, mainly because of their brilliant Dental Plan as well as their wide range of assorted goods. Please be aware that most of the following 'blogs' will more than likely be out of chronological order but I don't really think that is going to make a difference because my continuity of events from one 'blog' to another is much like a fish. And I hate fish.
But enough of me gabbling on about nothing, I am going to:
COMMENCE DUMP
... and go and eat some fish. Mmmmm....fish *drool*
Confused? You better get used to it. LETS GO:

Before I start this *dump* I would like to point out that this all started because of Facebook. As it was Christmas Eve, numerous Facebook 'friends' had changed their status to "It was the night before christmas" etc. Growing bored of the repitious nature of the repititous status that was repititous, I spent the next half hour writing the first thing that came to my head in reply to this user's status. Their reply: Wow

Anywho....I'm going to go ahead and actually *dump* this thing now.



Twas the night before christmas and all through the house
not a creature was stirring not even a mouse.
The mouse's name was Chris
Though I don't know where I am going with this.

Then with a jingle and a shingle
A man made of Tingles ran into the house that night
He said "Ho what a shamble!"And other such rambles
and gave Chris the most awful fright.

The mouse gave a start! "You startled my heart!
I don't think I'll live by tomorrow"
But the man made of Tingles just jumped up and dingled
"Relieve your mind of such sorrows"


So the mouse named Chris and Mr Mysterious
opened a bottle of wine
They drank to their health and pleasure and wealth.
Eating some food so fine

After a while the man made of Tingles
looked at his watch and yelled
"If I don’t go soon, I’ll miss my balloon
And my hair still isn't gelled

So Chris gave him a hand, or maybe a Paw
and helped to sort out the stranger.
He gelled up his hair as they climbed up the stair
Walking past the kid in the manger

But the Man made of tingles stopped to a halt
and said "My, that’s what I’ve forgotten
It’s not about gifts or cool guitar riffs
My mind has completely gone rotten!"

"No it’s about the love, along with the doves
And the birth of the new born king"
And Chris just stared while stroking his hair:
"I think this is the part where we sing"

So everyone gathered together that night
With Chris and the Strange sweet man
They sang hymns and tunes underneath the full moon
Loving eachother like fans.

Then a bloodcurdling howl rang out that night
For it was the night of a full moon
Yes the werewolves were coming, they were a coming
A full werewolf platoon

So Chris yelled "Flee, run without glee"
For the werewolves are a fickle bunch
With their teeth a gleaming and their fur a streaming
The werewolves began to munch

Shortly thereafter the vampires came
Coming out of the night
Real vampires mind you, not those who
Are from Twilight, these give you a fright.


The werewolves and vampires soon worked together
And quickly ate all the humans
But unfortunately for them, they got condemned
By the angelic voice of G. Numan.

Numan flew in, In from his jet
The jet which he owned of course
He jumped out the side and fell on his ride
Gary Numan sat on his horse.

The vampires swooped while the werewolves pounced
But Gary Numan had a plan
He waited, he reckoned, till the last second
And opened up whoop ass from a can

The sight was terrific, the smell was horrific
As vampires and werewolves alike
Exploded to rags, Numan got some frags
And dismounted from his horse, Mike

Then the man made of tingles gave a quick fingle
“That was AMAZING!” He yelled
This startled the mouse who was still trying to douse
The fire that was set on his tail

Then all went silent throughout the night.
Nary did a cricket chirp
All eyes turned to the Mouse and Mr Mysterious
Chris gave a nervous burp.

“THAT MOUSE CAN TALK!” shouted Mr Pork
The mob turned slightly crazy
“AND THAT MAN’S MADE OF TINGLES!” yelled Mr Gringle
They charged them, crushing the Daisies

"This is where we flee", said Tingle with glee
And with that jumped in his balloon
The mouse looked with despair then grabbed on his Hair
Not a moment too soon.

The Mouse laughed with joy “What a marvelous ploy”
As they left the mayhem behind.
They rose in the air, without a care
And the Tingle man smiled so kind

He said “Now I have to go, Have a long way to flow”
And the mouse looked mighty sad
Tingle said “Do not despair for you really care
Your heart is really glad

So the man made of tingles ran with a dingle
And dropped the mouse back in his house
He said “always remember, mind your temper
And be nice, that’s what it’s about”

So the mouse stared at the retreating man
Dissolving into the night
He wondered who he was, mainly because
He had given Chris the most awful fright.

“But no” he mused “I won’t peruse,
It won’t do me good to know
Who Tingle man was and why he liked doves”
While he dreamt he heard ‘Ho Ho Ho’

But this improvisation has to come to an end
Wow, look how much i have written
For I have to go to dinner, with the rellies and such
And eat turkey and pork and small kittens

The End