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Superman came to my house last week, and guess what he said. Only one with out sin shall cast horrible punishment upon the badness that is "bad people". So I told him that I was like, "Nah, it's
alright." I have way better things to do than back hand someone that deserves it. No one really responded to my post from a secret newgrounds account earlier though. I gave it about 5 minutes, and still no comment. You guys really don't travel far from newground blogs. If you are reading this one, cheers. The best rant/blog has just reached your precious little eyeballs. All of you reign doubt upon me, but is me that will shine upon glory's ending. You all doubt lots of people: Albert Einstien... Will you know that list isn't that long, but it is long enough for me to write about, because this is America. This is America damnit! This is the country that our founding fathers established and created with their tears, blood and sweat. For someone to shatter that beautiful glory shall be ashamed of themselves, and live completely in guilt, and embarrasment. I am no perfect person, but there should be no one to attack anyone for what they have done wrong. Yes, there shall be consequences, but that person should not be doubted on the account of what they done. No where does it say, "If a man has hurt someone, they must not recide here". No! They will be given the honor of doing a hard days work for a decent amount of money. That man who has worked will go home not with money, or sweat; He shall go home with PRIDE! So I ask you Super Man, do you think I am right for the job. He told me: "There will be others waiting for my appearance, as I slowly fly my way across the earth, where ever they need me." He flew off, only to be completely obliterated by the sun. Either that or it was a car, because it was pretty bright. Either way it was pretty funny. That story had brought a glistening, but very honorable tear to my eye. I had never felt that motivated to change the world. If only he had stayed a little longer to comply with what I had discussed with him. He knew though, in his super skull, that I was Doc Oc the whole time. That car, it was ME!!!!!!!! I killed super man. Yes it was ME!! ME ME ME ME MEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!