Friday, July 27, 2007

Jayclops Simpson

Got this from Mitchie. Not a particular fan of The Simpsons but I badly need some diversion. Simpsonize yourself here.

6 comments:

Jigs said...

Hahaha! i know this! I will definitely try it.

I have my movie review blog site up. My first review is Ratatouille, tell me what you think.

I've also been to your movie blog! It's really cool! We have similar tastes in movies!

Anonymous said...

Antyohos na diay ka duy? wa pa man gud kay glasses sa imo profile pic? mura man uga imo utok karon.. puro one liners? what happened to you?

jayclops said...

Naga glasses jud ko usahay tungod sa astigmatism. Uga jud akong utok. This is definitely the ill-effect of work to blogging. (Lahi na ron bah, mas career ba ang blogging). Bitaw oi, kanus-a pa kaha ko mahuwas-huwasan ug trabaho... anyway, moot point.

KB said...

i have astigmatism too; it's all over the place.

gireject akong pic sa simpsonize something, hahaha. gwapa ra daw kaayo. hala, nagbisaya ko.

jayclops said...

magbisaya ug taman2. aron bisdak conquers the world. hahahahaha

Talamasca said...

ZOMG! People here are having convo in Bisaya! Can understand a bit, since my mom's from Cebu and all, but I can never speak like one even if the fate of the world depended on it. LAWL!

Anyway, carry on! Kbye.

Choose life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family, Choose a f—king big television. Choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players, and electrical tin openers. Choose good health, low cholesterol and dental insurance. Choose fixed-interest mortgage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends. Choose a three piece suit on hire purchased in a range of f—king fabrics. Choose DIY and wondering who the f—k you are on a Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing, spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing f—king junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pishing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, f—ked-up brats you have spawned to replace yourself. Choose a future. Choose life . . . But why would I want to do a thing like that? I chose not to choose life. I chose somethin’ else. And the reasons? There are no reasons. Who needs reasons when you’ve got heroin?

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