tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-187911682011-04-22T06:12:35.156+08:00Prince of Egg Tartshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00037641692605840842noreply@blogger.comBlogger91100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18791168.post-14618507489770412452006-12-21T07:44:00.000+08:002006-12-21T07:47:55.146+08:00<object width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/oy8gKIvESbU"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/oy8gKIvESbU" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18791168-1461850748977041245?l=rottenmutton.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Prince of Egg Tartshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00037641692605840842noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18791168.post-1149575865638112652006-06-06T14:33:00.000+08:002006-06-06T14:37:45.650+08:00Laugh all you want at his get-up... but he is one of the most magical guitarist in the world.<br /><object width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8akmP6Sjv2o"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8akmP6Sjv2o" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18791168-114957586563811265?l=rottenmutton.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Prince of Egg Tartshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00037641692605840842noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18791168.post-1147836069670762942006-05-17T10:51:00.000+08:002006-05-17T11:49:37.303+08:00<object height="350" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5pe5Yrv2hSM"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5pe5Yrv2hSM" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="350" width="425"></object><br /><object width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/trosYmAyjLE"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/trosYmAyjLE" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"></embed></object><br /><object width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZMHS1GH3oIg"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZMHS1GH3oIg" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18791168-114783606967076294?l=rottenmutton.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Prince of Egg Tartshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00037641692605840842noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18791168.post-1142583326782520952006-03-17T16:06:00.000+08:002006-03-17T16:15:34.300+08:00Boon Boon thought the camera wasn't turned on...<br /><br />He was wrong...<br /><br /><object height="350" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GU5q-Hs3V80"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GU5q-Hs3V80" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="350" width="425"></object><br /><br />The best part was when he zoned out for 15 secs trying to recall the term "body surf"...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18791168-114258332678252095?l=rottenmutton.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Prince of Egg Tartshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00037641692605840842noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18791168.post-1133500708769471842005-12-02T12:57:00.000+08:002005-12-02T13:31:51.833+08:00<span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" >BOOM</span><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"> muthafucker...</span><br /><br /><object height="350" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iYPLTvs1v1g"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iYPLTvs1v1g" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="350" width="425"></object><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">His name is Shawn Kemp, and don't you EVER forget that.<br /></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18791168-113350070876947184?l=rottenmutton.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Prince of Egg Tartshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00037641692605840842noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18791168.post-1133411682451442252005-12-01T10:56:00.000+08:002005-12-01T15:15:50.173+08:00<span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:180%;" ><a style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" href="http://vamptress.v1da.com/" target="new">She</a></span> walks warily down the street,<br />With the brim pulled way down low<br />Ain't no sound but the sound of her feet,<br />Machine guns ready to go.<br />Are you ready? Are you ready for this<br />Are you hanging on the edge of your seat<br />Out of the doorway the bullets rip<br />To the sound of the beat.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">*Tun tun tun</span><br /><br />Another one bites the dust...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4074/1847/1600/Blade%203%2002.0.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4074/1847/400/Blade%203%2002.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18791168-113341168245144225?l=rottenmutton.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Prince of Egg Tartshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00037641692605840842noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18791168.post-1132133476268572002005-11-16T17:27:00.000+08:002005-12-01T13:24:33.910+08:00<div style="text-align: left;">...what <a style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" href="http://joewei.blogspot.com/">she</a> looks like bald.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4074/1847/1600/hell%20spawn%20biatch.0.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4074/1847/400/hell%20spawn%20biatch.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"> <span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Now she knows.</span></span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18791168-113213347626857200?l=rottenmutton.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Prince of Egg Tartshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00037641692605840842noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18791168.post-1131522846817482022005-11-10T15:53:00.000+08:002005-12-01T15:33:41.966+08:00He must...<br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4074/1847/1600/Picture%20%2813%29.2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4074/1847/400/Picture%20%2813%29.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />The Fucker...<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18791168-113152284681748202?l=rottenmutton.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Prince of Egg Tartshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00037641692605840842noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18791168.post-1131590013015213822005-11-10T10:29:00.000+08:002005-11-10T14:09:50.160+08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4074/1847/1600/eh.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4074/1847/320/eh.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">If i were a South Park character...<br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Which southpark characters do you like?</span></span><br /><br /></span><font><font><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Kenny -</span> You are superficial and shallow. You like him because everyone else does. Because he is the kind of character that you are <span style="font-style: italic;">supposed </span>to like.<br /><br />Look, the only people who like Kenny are those who are not really into South Park, or who have only watched a couple of episodes. Based on that, you've formed an opinion of which character you like. How much does that say about you? You dodgy shit.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Cartman - </span>Cartman is by far the most hilarious character in southpark. But liking him doesn't mean you are cool, it just means you are either a first-class asshole headed straight to hell, or a nazi.<br /><br />Whichever it is, at least you're honest.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Butters - </span>You are a sick, sadistic fuck who loves the idea of smearing shit on a friend's lip, flicking darts randomly at passing scoolchildren, or watching old people beat each other up.<br /><br />Why else would you like a character created solely for the purpose of getting humiliated, sabotaged, or downright maimed in every episode? They world has shitloads of people like you, but few ever admit it.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Stan or Kyle </span>- Something is wrong with you... period. Nobody would pick either of the two as their favourites. Well, maybe Kyle because Cartman keeps trying to piss him off, but neither are automatic first choices.<br /><br /></span><font><font><span style="font-size:85%;">So why would there be something wrong with you? Because I am not able to comprehend the rationale behind why anyone </span><font><font><span style="font-size:85%;">would prefer these two, and what I cannot comprehend, must be so frighteningly queer that it is beyond the scope of human understanding.<br /><br />I'd hazard a guess and say that you fondle dead animals and masturbate while reading fincancial accounting books.<br /><br />------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Oh and Ah Tan, I dreamt I beat you up again two nights back... all damned night I was smashing my fists into your bloodied face, kicking your broken mouth in with all my strength -- and still you wouldn't die.<br />I woke up so damned tired and pissed off that I had a really shitty day at work.<br />Fuck you. You cheebye.</span></span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18791168-113159001301521382?l=rottenmutton.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Prince of Egg Tartshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00037641692605840842noreply@blogger.com0