One time...

You know, John Lennon once said, "Sometimes... when you argue... It almost makes you less... less smarter than you...usually are..."

I'm pretty sure he said that...Yeah, I'm pretty sure that was him. Yep, It definitely was. It was him. It was definitely John Lennon. Don't... Don't argue with me.

Hey, You guys!

DO THE TRUFFLE SHUFFLE!



Good ol' chunk... You guys know the Goonies, right? Um shut up yes you do.



Anyway, Just thought I'd say I'm still alive, if any of you care. Which I'm sure not many of you do, but... you know. Just sayin'.



Hey Bailey and Rachel and any of my other friends who found my blog... How'd you find my blog? You guys are just like making references to it and stuff, and I still don't get how the heck you found it.



So... Here's a picture of a marmoset.

He's cool, get off his case.

Mullets and Shatperds Pie...

Hey, Wow, Guys, IT'S ME! You KNOW it! I've been stavin' it off for a while, but I'm back in the Bloggidee worl'! Let's see what's new... Oh, Oh, Oh, One time, like a week ago even, This one kid had a mullet. Then he shaved it. I know right? Freakin' Freaked me the OUT!


That's Mulletastic! I came up with an equation for a mullet. If L=3T, then M must exist. (L=Length, T=Top, M=MULLET!) Can you really argue with me there? No, you can't.

Idiot.

So In other news, (Or Another News, as Blair once told me in a childhood dream) How freakin' good is pumpkin pie? I'll tell you how good it is you communist, It's Freakin' good.

You want it. Shut up yes you do.

For some strange reason, This one's not quite as appealing... hm...

Well, Until next time, Please stop trying to handle my style. You can NOT handle my style. Now get thee hence.

Holy Blogged, Batm'n!

'Sup people. I'm still Daniel. Contrary to popular belief, no I was not killed at the Olympics. Whoever started that rumor gets no cookies. (I'm looking at YOU, Blair...) Anyways, Cool stuff's been going on. Went and saw Clap Your Hands Say Yeah live, and it was awesome. There's more details on my brother's blogs, I'm just too lazy to post them. Also, why are bags of skittles so hard to open? You spend more time opening the freakin' bag than you do eating the things!

Anyway, I guess I'm done with all my philosophical ramblings... about Skittles, anyway.

So in conclusion, a midget probably wouldn't make a great pet. Amen.

Cooletht thing ever.

I know some of you get this joke. It's funny. Laugh.

No!

Oh, Not again! It would appear that Small Herschell has gotten into the cookie jar! And he's stolen Father's Tankard! Oh, and he's got a newsie's hat on too. He's america's hero. Well, Better go gather the villagers to help catch him. Anyone got a garden hose?

Seriously...

What should I call my band? I need some ideas. Preferably one word, or an amalgamation of words. Sanku yoo!