  Current Song: urlLink "F!$# You Very Much," Eric Idle Do not click that link if you're easily offended. Should you be, in fact, easily offended and you click that link, your head will explode. You heard me, it will blow clean off.
Really. -~- It's 7:05. I've been up all night talking to Rav. And now, I have a headache. Thanks, Rav. I'm going to tell everybody that El Ravager gives headaches for free. Heck, then when you start charging for them, it'll be false advertising and the FCC will kill you. No, seriously, folks, he doesn't give headaches, just stomachaches. You may have noticed an abundance of references to Rav. This is because it's become a disturbing trend for him and me to stay awake until around 7 my time (4 his time, mwahaha, I just gave away that you really live in Australia, bet you're mad now) talking about random things. Go complain to him that your regular blog content has been made 5% more interesting. I know you all expect bores by the bushel, but as long as I have a friend, I will not give you the bore you desire!
I shall not! I swear it! And I mean it! Okay! Okay! Maybe once more for old times sake! *ahem* A reading from Shakespeare's "Hamlet II: The Robots from Space. " "Sayest thou, my laser doth not charge? What be a man, nor the measure of a robot, should his laser not chargeth!? " The Psychotron reareth his head to the maidens on Phobos and declareth his vows.
"Eenie meenie mynie moe," sayeth he, "To catcheth a tiger, be thou grabbing by his toe? Nay, say I, nay! Thy hands show the proliferation of a century! " Depressed and being in the placementeth of boredom, the Psychotron turned round when Lo! There came a bright light from on high, and when he doth walk into it, he realizeth that Lady MuckBreath had turnethed on the Mega Flashlight... 
