Bahaha

The latest parody of the "Gathering Storm" advertisement:




If you somehow haven't seen the ridiculousness that it was based on:

Dear Quibbley,
This is how much I love you. My roommates were mocking me, but I pressed on for the prize, that is your love. Or the high calling of God in Christ Jesus. Whichever. This thing is taking a whizzle to upload. Now your following of readers will see. Will Lucy see? Will Carly? Will Jess? I'm scared. I'm scared Patty. Real scared. Beep beep Peep peep. Wankhead. Avi didn't realize what was happening til the part where my lover enters the screen, and then she saw movement from the corner of her eye and was all ................??????????????????? and they just don't understand the way you do. I am chewing gum like a cattle. Do you suckle the teat of cattle now or only the teat of soy bean? Do you suckle from the teat of mother alcohol? My desk is a mess. I should have included that in the video because I bet you wouldn't believe the shit that is on here. On hizzle. I have determined that my favorite friends disk is season 9 disk one. Can we play friends scene it when I get back? Can you add that to the list? Ok saaaank you -June. BYE.

Love, Robby June

Well seeing as bluggah is a bitch I guess I'll keep on truckin/typin. This feels reminiscient of a new years bluggah, like when I hack into your computer. Oh my god Why Am I Not Home Now Oh My Cher. Oh my cher I just started this whole GD process again I fucking hate you Quibbley. I hate you so much. I hate you with the burning passion of a thousand fiery suns. You bia. You ditchass. I love you. I love you. Marry me. What if I just legitimately proposed to you via your hacked bluggah? Omg how lame would that be What if this is a test to see if you respond in the affirmative and if you don't I can just be like HA HA just keeding. Well now what.

Man Burning Alive

His arms like angel wings
Splayed out behind him in a wild unthinking akimbo
His mouth stretched open by two invisible hands
Out of it pouring a stream of unintelligible screams
A hurtling mass across three lanes of highway
We just tried not to hit him

My response has been to wonder at
Deaths outside of hospital beds
Deaths met not with silence but screams
At the moment in which the soul leaves the body
And to hope that though the fire may claim
Our tears, our hair, our flesh
Our soul does not burn