Okay my grandparents have the URL for my profile. That means I don't want any foolishness out of you Newgrounds. Keep your filthy jokes to yourselves and your potty mouths closed.

Fuckin' dance! I said DANCE!!!
My wifi suddnely cut out last night. I thought it be working today but no, it seems to be unresponses and for all general purposes dead. I can barely sludge by using dial up... so my visits to this sites and others, and my use of instant messaging will be few and far between. I suppose it's for the best... things have been chaotic enough around here as is.

many of you people are quite entertianing as well as other people I talk to across the net.Perhaps I will return and pretend to instill anarchy and subturfuge some other day. Intil than all you will have to remember me is this poorly edited post and a music video to one of my favorite songs.

I just got a package. It's Clive the Monkey, for that newgrounds monkey tour thing. Now that's just bad timing. Normally I'd open another window, find a good link that explains everything and link it... becuase I love links. But that would take too long with this connection. My brother is having his graduation party, I'm sick as fuck, and my internet isn't working properly. My plan so far is to get the pictures done on Monday after the party and to send Clive the Monkey out on the same day.

MY ANUS IS BLEEDING!!!

We did not find the last name "Chandel" in our database. This means that fewer than 100 people have your Last Name in the United States. Your First Name was found and it is the 33 most common in the United States. This combination makes you a very unique person.

That's right. I'm a very unique person because my Austrian last name Tzandl was changed to Chandel... which is actually Indian apparently.

Oh god, the story of my surname is complicated and bazaar. Technically it should be polish... Terciyak, but nope, my dad thought Chandel was better, so he shamed his father and changed his name.

They've hated each other ever since. Also my dad stopped drinking and that has disappointed his father ever since. And why wouldn't it, the man lost his best drinking buddy! Drunken shenanigans is what my ancestors are known for.

I feel the need to scream. But I'll just ignore the overwhelming pain. I'll just pretend like it's all okay. I'm not a bother, I'm not going to be dramatic, I'm not going to cause anyone any discomfort or inconvenience.

There is only one solution for problems like these. Denial.

On a scale from one to ten how easily impressed are you? ... and if that doesn't work, on a scale from one to ten how easily confused are you?

Honk if you love Fred Durst!

I'm taking a nap. Er, um... Sinisterly.

I'm going to another party. You know the funny thing is I don't even really like parties but there have just been so many of them lately. I don't like drinking, fun or anything! But my sister and her boyfriend are leaving for the West coast later in the next few days and this is there going away party. So I'm going to have to show up... because I'd have to be pretty cold not to. And I like them, and I'll miss them... aw shit, I'm getting all teary eyed. Not really, but we all had some good times... playing pool, karaoke, helping with yard work... okay so it was mostly shit... but I'll still miss them, sort of.

Also there will be s'mores so my sweet tooth which makes 87% of my decisions tells me I have to go.

So few people showed up! No body loves us. wah... I guess we're just too cool. Although a few people came back from Boston and arrived. That was a bit entertaining. Oh and the stories they told, ha ha heh heh... one of them was dressed like pedobear. All the ladies love pedobear... but pedobear says "TOOOOO OOOOLLD!!!"

His costume sucks...

We salute you!

I know... it's old. But it's still awesome and I still love the song and it's still true. And I can and will play this on guitar when I'm bored. I actually wanted to get TISMs For Those About to Rock cover, but it was not to be found.

Shhhh, it's about to get to the best part!

Do you ever stop to reflect on the possibility, that hundreds of miles away on the other side of the world, in the southern hemisphere in that wild and crazy land known as Australia... that we could all have a double who acts exactly like us and is incredibly similar in appearance. And than stop and wonder why you wasted a minute and a half asking contemplating it.

If you're from Australia perhaps you have similiar questions only in reverse. Or maybe I'm the only one who is insane.

but than you worry that your Australian doppelganger might get mauled by a dingo or bitten by a poisonous stone fish! NO!!!
Watch out imaginary Australian Eric! Watch where you step when you go to the beach!