tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-61213082011-07-28T23:48:45.076+08:00PENGUIN BLOODLUSTHell hath no fury like a penguin scorned!!!FifaFanSGnoreply@blogger.comBlogger511100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121308.post-1112645486368508522005-04-05T03:48:00.000+08:002005-04-05T04:11:26.370+08:00My god.I am having problems.I cant seem to work out any of the formulas or source for the equipment that those 2 penguins set me.seriously, are they serious?well, dear readers, I must apologise for the almost year long vacation that APEC took.With our commitments and all, it was really difficult to continue the war against the hated seals.so we all took to the underground. To our sacred kingkangkongnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121308.post-1085325736956771952004-05-23T22:44:00.000+08:002004-05-23T23:22:56.983+08:00I am le tired.
Citizen and Osama have roped(literally) me in into the latest project.
They have set out specific tasks for me which they ensure me are vital and very essential....
Some math formulaes to work out and some equipment to source out.
Ok...lets start with the math.
BUT
How the fiack am I suppose to work out formulaes like :
Z wing flapping = Centimeteres off the ice / strength kingkangkongnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121308.post-1084524556626823792004-05-14T15:18:00.000+08:002004-05-14T17:01:50.930+08:00Our Lady is back.
Overnight, The Queendom of The Arctic Republic spontaneously combusted into a daze of celebration and relief, although one might be hard-pressed to pin-point the exact catalyst of the entire procession. On the night of Her Return, what remained of the population thronged the slippery streets in a colourful display of tail-feather-shaking. Well, what tails the penguins had, theysuperfenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08901878302118750085noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121308.post-1081522165313625752004-04-09T22:49:00.000+08:002004-04-09T22:53:14.450+08:00Throughout the journey, I was thinking of how nice it would be to be home again. Who would have thought that BrowNan C. Penguin, whom the citizens of the Arctic Republic has sent into exile a few years ago, would risk him life to save me. Both he and Pocket Penguin will be give the title Sir BrowNan C. Penguin and Sir Pocket Penguin upon our arrival at the Arctic Republic.
As the snow-truck LiNNnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121308.post-1080923789504054792004-04-03T00:36:00.000+08:002004-04-03T00:44:20.606+08:00"So you think he should come along?" OLP said. "Yeah. Why not?" was Pocket's answer. 'I mean, shouldn't we just carry on and ignore him?" OLP was doubtful of him. Pocket sure thinks he could use some help here, transporting the great Gay Baby Whale back. He turned to BrowNan.
"So, you're a penguin too? I mean, you belong to the Arctic Republic? I don't recall ever seeing you around." Pocket BrowNan Chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02845914883786611275noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121308.post-1078847372551156822004-03-09T23:49:00.000+08:002004-03-09T23:59:59.796+08:00Projeck Mobliaxatien.
Penguins as young as 16 months of age shall report for national service. We are going to war. We are fighting the seals. This shall be it. The last battle to settle the fight between good and evil. (Penguins as we know are the perennial good guys while seals are the scum of the universe. Even in a perfect parallel universe)
I find it unbelievable, shocking. The highest kingkangkongnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121308.post-1078517359578982802004-03-06T04:09:00.000+08:002004-03-08T17:22:38.170+08:00The gates of SEAL City
Enter BrowNan and Madame
BrowNan: Madame, on my word, if thou art moved, thy runn'st away.
Madame: To move is to stir, and to be valiant is to stand. What shalt she feel thou if thou is not to stand?
BrowNan: I will show myself a tyrant, and 'tis known I'm a pretty piece of flesh.
Madame: 'Tis well thou art not strumpet; if thou hadst, thou BrowNan Chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02845914883786611275noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121308.post-1077805226412054202004-02-26T22:20:00.000+08:002004-02-26T23:47:52.153+08:00It's been a while since I have said anything. Just in case you have forgotten who I am, lemme refresh your memory a little.
I'm the halal-fish eating, whale-being, penguin turning, turban wearing, Afhagnistan fleeing, Arctic Embracing, the only 1 there is and the only 1 there ever will be, Osama Bin Penguin
Ever since I have been away, the whole APEC has been a bloody mess. In fact, it's so Lingsterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06953749253120320739noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121308.post-1077464856388808642004-02-22T23:47:00.000+08:002004-02-22T23:51:32.640+08:00Dear Diary,
This is the first time I've been away from home. It's been 2 months since I've been penguin-napped and none of my fellow citizens have come to my rescue. I miss my home. My very existence. My only reason why I didn't migrate to set up a blackcurrant juice business. I've never felt so alone and abandoned. I feel so deprived. Deprived of my rights to rule. Deprived of sliding off LiNNnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121308.post-1074889860667847162004-01-24T04:31:00.000+08:002004-01-24T04:33:04.560+08:00Damn Rocky and Ginger.
Those damn chickens, think they're so smart. Little do you know penguins were actually first to come up with the daring idea to fly. I can't stand them, parading around in their cheap feather suits, little more than pillow stuffing actually. Yet they act like they own the damn farm. Granted, us penguins in our sharp suits, we vye for world domination, but that's simply superfenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08901878302118750085noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121308.post-1074358312863902792004-01-18T00:51:00.000+08:002004-01-18T00:53:48.810+08:00"Boy oh boy ah", she began, " you don't seem to belong here." Well that's obvious. He's a penguin, a deformed one no less, but still a penguin; while she's a seal (similarly disfigured, but despicably irritating). Isn't she one of the Unloved? He never did believe in their existence, very much satisfying himself with the thought that they were just some fable conjured from the minds of his BrowNan Chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02845914883786611275noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121308.post-1073389866686441122004-01-06T19:51:00.000+08:002004-01-10T21:38:37.110+08:00They cautiously entered SEALS City. After somewhat rendering her unconscious, they laid her down on the cold hard ground. The leader ordered his inferiors to scout around. They grumpily get to their task, when one of them spotted a Post-It note. 'Hey we're at APEC for Christmas Dinner. Guess they gave up eh? PS: If your men are hungry just join us here. The Unloved stayed behind in case we're BrowNan Chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02845914883786611275noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121308.post-1073158047027259312004-01-04T03:27:00.000+08:002004-01-06T21:29:36.840+08:00Ah yes. The sweet smell of victory filled his nostrils as he inhaled deeply. He could savour the pain and fear existing beneath the thick blubber that covered their limp bodies, them still conscious. BrowNan took a moment before he plunged for their cold and sullen hearts. Then they lay silent and still, more like lifeless. Their eyes stared blankly from their narrow and sunken heads; from the BrowNan Chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02845914883786611275noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121308.post-1072907457466269492004-01-01T05:50:00.000+08:002004-01-01T05:58:04.210+08:00Dear Diary,
I must explain myself for not updating. It's been awhile, and much
has transpired over the weeks, from the start of the war through the
Palace Bloodbath to Our Lady's Penguinnapping right on to the release
of previously classified data now made available and accessible to
the eager eyes of the public. So significant are the events, and in
such exhaustive detail they would be covered superfenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08901878302118750085noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121308.post-1072693401257292862003-12-25T00:00:00.000+08:002003-12-29T18:55:16.883+08:00Merry Christmas!!! Ah... The seals have arrived for the massive feast. Hmm... seems like they sent only their lower-ranked conscripts. Pity. We penguins had really hoped that their main men would have graced our humble palace with their dignified presence. They didnt even bring Our Lady Penguin to the feast. But i guess its better than nothing. At least they showed up. Its a start. The number of FifaFanSGnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121308.post-1072281779989583732003-12-24T00:00:00.000+08:002003-12-25T00:05:46.126+08:00'Twas the night before Christmas. Penguins are busy decking the halls of the Arctic Republic Palace with boughs of holly. This day a year ago, our beloved matriarch Our Lady Penguin was rolling in the snow. With nary a worry in her majesty's yard. Many miles away, now she's probably dreading Christmas Day. She's spending Christmas Eve alone. First Christmas away from home. Alone in a cell guardedFifaFanSGnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121308.post-1070899891216589702003-12-09T00:11:00.000+08:002003-12-12T12:22:44.940+08:00
Any inconvenience caused is deeply regretted. We promise a bigger and better Penguin Bloodlust when we return.FifaFanSGnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121308.post-1069626338071742002003-11-28T00:00:00.000+08:002003-12-09T00:22:01.420+08:00SPECIAL FEATURE
And last and certainly the least...
The useless bag of blubber... Winner of the "Sexiest whale of the year 2003" award by Gayboy Whales Magazine...
Gay Baby Whale
Name : Gay Baby Whale
AKA : G.B.W. and Blubberbutt
Age : Still an infant
Rank : Doesn't deserve one.
Place of Birth : On the dark side of the Arctic Republic
Favourite Fish : Any fish given to him by the superfenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08901878302118750085noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121308.post-1069626404663131492003-11-27T12:00:00.000+08:002003-12-09T01:04:16.700+08:00SPECIAL FEATURE
The brains behind the brawn... Master Strategist...
BROWNAN C. PENGUIN
(Face NOT blurred to protect identity against identification by seals. That's his real face!!!)
Name: BrowNan C. Penguin (the C stands for Constipated)
Age: Ancient
Rank: Penguin-In-Exile
Place of Birth : Outskirts of Arctic Republic, near some lavatory
Favourite Fish : Doesn't eat anything that has superfenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08901878302118750085noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121308.post-1069626605107545552003-11-27T00:00:00.000+08:002003-12-09T00:29:11.320+08:00SPECIAL FEATURE
A scientist.. Supposed expertise in bomb-making..
POCKET PENGUIN
(Face blurred to protect identity against identification by seals)
Name: Pocket "the rocket" Penguin - i mean guys, scientist... rocket scientist.
AKA : Pocket.
Age: 3
Town of origin: Inuvik
Fave Fish: Anything moving, preferably slow.
Fave Song: Coldplay's Shiver.
Fave Movie: Gone with the Wind
Fave Booksuperfenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08901878302118750085noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121308.post-1069788903245846342003-11-26T12:00:00.001+08:002003-12-09T00:24:07.246+08:00SPECIAL FEATURE
A Penguin.. Full of hatred.. Trapped in a whale's body...
OSAMA BIN PENGUIN
(Face blurred to protect identity against identification by seals)
Name: Osama Bin Penguin
AKA: Dale Whale to other species
Age: 40-50 ++
Rank: Foreign (Afghanistan) talent
Place of Birth : Unknown
Fav. Book: Somebody please call 911
Fav. Movie: Free Willy
Fav. Song: Bomber by Motorhead
Fav.Lingsterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06953749253120320739noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121308.post-1069788318990366032003-11-26T00:00:00.001+08:002003-12-09T00:26:40.446+08:00SPECIAL FEATURE
Criminal Sabotage Expert.. Recruited by the Arctic Republic...
KING PENGUIN
(Face blurred to protect identity against identification by seals)
Name: King Penguin .
AKA : Demolitions Penguin. Commander of 3rd Guards Company.
Age: 29
Rank: Demolition Expert. Commander of the 3rd Guards Company. Honorary Member of the Penguin High Council
Place of Birth : Some where in kingkangkongnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121308.post-1069626764903785922003-11-25T12:00:00.000+08:002003-12-09T00:32:01.850+08:00SPECIAL FEATURE
Law-abiding.. Tax-paying.. Government-voting..
CITIZEN PENGUIN
(Face blurred to protect identity against identification by seals)
Name : Citizen Penguin
AKA : uh. Citizen Penguin
Age : Middle-age
Rank : Just an average white-collar worker contributing his effort to boost the country's GDP
Place of Birth : The Arctic Republic
Favourite Fish : Citizen Penguin is allergic superfenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08901878302118750085noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121308.post-1069626807218484342003-11-25T00:00:00.000+08:002003-12-09T00:27:43.493+08:00SPECIAL FEATURE
Filled with bravery.. Sworn to protect his fellow penguins..
GENERAL-AT-THE-FRONTLINE PENGUIN
(Face blurred to protect identity against identification by seals)
Name : General-at-the-frontline Penguin
AKA : Mr Penguin
Age : Middle-age
Rank : General
Place of Birth : The borough of Penguinski, in the south of The Arctic Republic
Favourite Fish : Grilled tail of whale withsuperfenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08901878302118750085noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121308.post-1069647036566807932003-11-24T12:00:00.001+08:002003-12-09T00:31:12.693+08:00SPECIAL FEATURE
For all the readers wondering about what the hell the irritating pop-up was all about, well the day of reckoning is finally here. You, the readers, have demanded and we at APEC have delivered. For the whole of this week, one character bio will be released daily at noon and one at midnight. This is in a bid to make the readers feel more attached to the characters and to also add FifaFanSGnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121308.post-1069789772261815482003-11-20T03:12:00.001+08:002003-11-26T03:50:38.150+08:00BEFORE THE ARCTIC WAS BATHED IN BLOOD
The war between Seals and Penguins is heating up. Already, blood has been spilled and lives have been claimed. The penguins have gotten it worse in the battle so far. They have lost several elite soldiers in the battle and more significantly their very own symbol of existence, Our Lady Penguin. (Although we all know that the penguins are still going to win Lingsterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06953749253120320739noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121308.post-1069626998772739862003-11-18T07:20:00.000+08:002003-11-24T06:37:07.656+08:00The merciless arctic night gave way to dawn at 0720 hours today. I caught the crimson sunrise from the summit of the plateau behind my igloo, alone. There I stood in a semi-squatting stance, the best view in the entire Arctic Republic before me running for kilometres at a stretch. On a clear day that same view could very well equate to a few kilometres' radius all around.
Today I had an superfenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08901878302118750085noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121308.post-1073394621904477332003-11-16T01:09:00.000+08:002004-01-06T21:10:41.353+08:00He awoke. Despite the temperature plummeting to negative 20 Fahrenheit, he was sweating. He felt sticky all over; moisture had clumped on his armpits. Not that they were that hairy, there were just short bristles of fine fur more dense in that area. He gathered enough strength in his small but bulky frame and heaved his body to one side. It was already 2pm, but in the Arctic it was still dark. BrowNan Chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02845914883786611275noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121308.post-1069789671366283092003-11-14T04:47:00.000+08:002003-11-26T03:47:59.386+08:00We won the battle but we lost the war. That was exactly how the whole of penguindom feel right now. Of all things to lose, we lost our very own symbol of existence. Our Lady Penguin.
The very thought of it filled me with shame. It filled me with anger too. I so badly wish that i could exterminate all of seal kind with my bare flippers, to drink their blood.
Well, at least at this point in timeLingsterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06953749253120320739noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121308.post-1069627250122597992003-11-14T03:48:00.000+08:002003-11-24T06:41:12.420+08:00In a bid to energize the patriotic spirit in fellow penguins and to psyche them up for the on-going war against the seals, we at APEC have decided to do a special feature on the national anthem of our beloved country, the Arctic Republic. The national anthem of the Arctic Republic which, like the last words written by King Penguin in the previous entry, is also called "God Save The Queen". Also, superfenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08901878302118750085noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121308.post-1069788213325400742003-11-14T02:38:00.001+08:002003-11-26T03:23:41.670+08:00Palace BloodBath
We were all on the look out for pocket penguin. We were looking out for his return with the glorious booty that was promised. The gay baby whale. We expected an reply from the seals right after pocket penguin's return. We were wrong.
The seal's reply was swifter then we expected. It was a sucker punch. It was more then anything we could expect. They took away the single symbol kingkangkongnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121308.post-1069627360787816842003-11-12T22:24:00.000+08:002003-11-24T06:43:32.076+08:00Pocket has been away for a full day. He should be back by now. But why isn't he? My heart is beating faster and faster each minute. As I kneel down to pray, someone knocks on my icey bedroom door. Before I could reach for the door knob, the door bursts open and 6 military seals marched in. They took me into custody and dragged me along the cold floor. I shouted for help but there seems to be no superfenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08901878302118750085noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121308.post-1069627434491296382003-11-11T22:20:00.000+08:002003-11-24T06:44:17.730+08:00My heart has been beating uneasily every second after Pocket Penguin left to accomplish his mission. I wish I didn't have to send Pocket to the Navy Seals Camp. It is like sending him to his doom.But someone has to bring the gay baby whale back. Unfortunately for Pocket, it is his fault that we are in such a mess. I would retrieve the whale on my own if I had the choice. But if anything happens FifaFanSGnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121308.post-1069627378177628952003-11-11T04:31:00.000+08:002003-11-24T06:43:24.230+08:00MISHEON RECKLAMAYSHEON
General: Do you see yonder cloud that's almost in shape of a camel?
Pocket: By the mass, and 'tis like a camel, indeed.
General: Methinks it is like a weasel.
Pocket: It is backed like a weasel.
General: Or like a whale?
Pocket: Very like a whale.
General: Whale then. Bring the wanker home.
The terse, suspiciously Shakespearian - ("Hamlet" Act 3 scene 2) - sounding FifaFanSGnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121308.post-1069789116587229702003-11-08T03:45:00.001+08:002003-11-26T03:38:44.723+08:00Now that the introduction is officially out of the way, let's get back to the main story. The story of converting all whales to handbags and all seals to be slaves in some lameass circus in Moscow and making penguins the supreme and dominant species in this universe.
I asked Mr. Osama what his exact plans were. He talked a great talk lasting 7 hours, but i could not get a single damn informationLingsterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06953749253120320739noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121308.post-1069789050112396062003-11-08T02:26:00.001+08:002003-11-26T03:37:38.270+08:00
SYMPATHY FOR THE PENGUIN/WHALE
By Osama Bin Penguin
(Sung to the tune of Sympathy for the Devil by Guns n Roses)
Please allow me to introduce myself
I am a whale/penguin of wealth and taste
I have been around for a long, long year
Stole many a whales soul and faith
And I was around when Penguin christ
Had his moment of doubt and pain
Made damn sure that whales become handbags
Washed their Lingsterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06953749253120320739noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121308.post-1069627103400341762003-11-07T00:02:00.000+08:002003-11-24T06:38:43.656+08:00Like a little penguin at Christmas or Hari Raya or Chinese New Year or Deepavali or any other holiday (Well, i can't be racist and exclude any national holidays, now can i? Especially, not when we penguins are always promoting the virtues of racial harmony...) that you would associate with opening presents or packets of money, i slowly opened the wrapping of the box. (The wrapping paper looked FifaFanSGnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121308.post-1069627043419991582003-11-06T15:18:00.000+08:002003-11-24T06:37:48.983+08:00After the previous bungled attempts, I gathered the other penguins and we laid out the blueprints to analyse what the hell went wrong. After berating and hanging the scientists naked over a vat filled with hungy snapping turtles for making an elementary mistake in not including the battery, we got down to the serious business of trying to iron out any flaws in the design of the bomb. After a longFifaFanSGnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121308.post-1069791615374420892003-10-23T01:00:00.001+08:002003-11-26T04:20:23.770+08:00Terrible news.
This morning when the sky was red as the tundra, we received news from the boys down at the labs about the SSD (Seals Sure Die) Bomb prototype that is currently making its home in the rather reluctant test-subject GBW. It seems that in their haste to create an effective weapon of mass destruction that would wipe out the entire continent, those incompetent quacks forgot to attachsuperfenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08901878302118750085noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121308.post-1069626895410181672003-10-21T17:21:00.000+08:002003-11-24T06:35:26.563+08:00Like an incredibly ugly and deformed Trojan horse, we wheel the baby whale towards its impending doom. The military seals with their massively inflated egos will probably think its a sign of surrender. Haha... that couldn't be further from the truth. Finally, after 2 whole hour and roughly 100 metres (HEY!!! ITS NOT EASY MOVING A 4,000 kg WHALE BOMB OVER THE ICE ON A STUPID TROLLEY, ESPECIALLY FifaFanSGnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121308.post-1069626783809581732003-10-21T17:05:00.000+08:002003-11-24T06:34:36.846+08:00Damn this bag-of-blubber is heavy!!! Just lifting him like 5 inches off the floor to put him on a trolley almost gave my 3 penguin bretheren and i hemmeroids. I bet all of us are going to have major problems when we next take a dump. But finally we got him on that trolley. Hope it doesnt buckle under his weight. All that pain and strenuous heaving will be worth it. I can just imagine the shock onFifaFanSGnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121308.post-1069787775614499532003-10-21T01:23:00.001+08:002003-11-26T03:18:28.830+08:00YOU STUPID GAY BABY WHALE!!!!!!!!!!! IT MUST HAVE BEEN YOUR NOSEY PARENTS OR YOUR HOMO SIBILINGS OR YOUR GAY PARTNER OR WHATEVER WHO ALERTED THE NAVY SEALS!
Argh....control my temper I must. My bird brain cant think properly if I am angry.
Hmm, let me think...My fellow birdies are currently in hiding. Thats good, the stupid navy seals will never guess where we are hiding.
An penguin emergency kingkangkongnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121308.post-1069790280738448622003-10-21T00:14:00.001+08:002003-11-26T03:59:04.990+08:00They're here.
Get the sandbags out.
Start digging the ice trenches.
Shut all the doors to your igloos and go under-ice.
This is a terrible time to be a penguin. The days ahead look dark and bleak, and it's not because of the fact that we only get sunlight here once every 9 months. But I digress.
They landed overnight, from the ice cap that broke off from the mainland, and made their way superfenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08901878302118750085noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121308.post-1069626611288028252003-10-16T21:22:00.000+08:002003-11-24T06:30:46.600+08:00BURP!!! Now that was a good meal... Aww.. is the poor whalie hungry? Well, thats your problem!!! What?!!! Am i supposed to feed you now?!!! How about your diapers? You want Uncle Penguin to clean your ass for you too?!!! You treat me like a pile of crap all the time and whenever YOU need me, i am supposed to be there by your side and help you out? Fat chance, blubberboy!!! The polar ice caps FifaFanSGnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121308.post-1069626556166171832003-10-15T17:24:00.000+08:002003-11-24T06:29:45.773+08:00Oh boy! Am I having fun. Watching all the blood ooze out. Raises my adrenaline. It is one of the best times in my life. Plucking out the gay baby whale's teeth. Oooohh.. Look at that. A tooth decay. I'll take care of that. Oh sorry.. Did that hurt? Well, it's meant to hurt! This tooth is for ignoring me, this one's for taking away all my friends and this one's for.. well, being gay! Take that andFifaFanSGnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121308.post-1069626382793111402003-10-09T10:16:00.000+08:002003-11-24T06:27:56.350+08:00Shut up!!! I just wish that just for a minute that damn whale would stop moaning. After all, at least i am dragging him along behind the snowmobile on ice and not asphalt. He should seriously be grateful for that fact and stop whining so much about it. "Oh, it hurts!!!"..."Ouch!!!"... I never imagined that anything could have made such an irritating noise, let alone a big, strong whale. Yes, FifaFanSGnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121308.post-106962634563306842003-10-08T10:48:00.000+08:002003-11-24T06:25:53.526+08:00Aha!!! There he is. Thought he could hide from me, did he? Wait a minute, who is he with? Damn!!! Its those nature-loving GreenPeace geeks!!! What are they doing to him? Why are they stroking him?! Why does he get the free fish?! No wonder he gave me the fish... it must be his bloody leftovers!!! The damn gay baby whale is milking his injuries for their sympathies!!! Damn he is a smart bastard, FifaFanSGnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121308.post-1069626291592080182003-10-07T09:54:00.000+08:002003-11-24T06:24:59.480+08:00Here i am riding on my new snowmobile. Well it isnt exactly mine. I borrowed it from the gay baby whale's GreenPeace friends. Now, where did that stupid whale go now? How can something so fat and slow keep disappearing so fast? I kinda feel sorry for breaking his tail. I really didn't mean to run the snowmobile over his tail. Honest!!! I mean how was i to see his fat, blubbery tail? I just wantedFifaFanSGnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121308.post-1069624873378103682003-10-06T09:19:00.000+08:002003-11-24T06:01:21.496+08:00Today, the stupid gay baby whale brought me some fish. What does he think i am? He thinks i am so cheap. Fish?! And i am supposed to forgive him for taking me for granted for so long?! He thinks he is so smart. Bait the penguin with some fish and you'll get whatever you want from him. Well guess what?! He is WRONG!!! I have my dignity. I have my pride. But damn, i am a little hungry...FifaFanSGnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121308.post-1069625860659827812003-10-05T11:26:00.000+08:002003-11-24T06:17:48.626+08:00I am so cold my wings are developing frostbite. My beak is leaking. There is some strange greenish fluid...I AM SCARED!!! Oh look, it's the gay baby whale, dragging his blubber over the ice. He thinks he's SO popular... now he's always hanging out with those politically-correct enviro-friendly GreenPeace psychos. What have they got that i don't? I am cool. I can get jiggy with it. Why doesnt he FifaFanSGnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121308.post-1069625894898093572003-10-04T10:58:00.000+08:002003-11-24T06:22:33.510+08:00The gay baby whale has been very quiet lately. I fear for my own safety. He tends to sneak up on you when you are not looking. Sneaky little bastard. Heard he has new friends over at the other side of the ice. I kinda feel lonely now. Damn, i think i am turning gay!!! No, no, i am straight. I know i am. Or am i?FifaFanSGnoreply@blogger.com