........................................what the hell are you looking at?........................................

i don't know what to call this page but i decided, it doesn't look too bad so i put it up anyway. what you're hearing (for those of you who don't already recognise it) is the theme from Terminator 2. i listen to it and (in addition to remembering the movie), i find myself inspired, as though there is some eternal hope that keeps our souls buring and that even in our darkest hour, even if we have an o'neal test tomorrow, we'll always have music like this to remind us that after tomorrow............ there'll be another tomorrow.

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turn up the volume and close your eyes

- a humourous story to return you to the lighter side of lindsay -

One day an Englishman, a Scotsman, and an Irishman walked into a pub together. They each proceeded to buy a pint of Guinness. Just as they were about to enjoy their creamy beverage, a fly landed in each of their pints and became stuck in the thick head. The Englishman pushed his beer from him in disgust. The Scotsman fished the offending fly out of his beer and continued drinking it as if nothing had happened. The Irishman picked the fly out of his drink, held it out over the beer and yelled "SPIT IT OUT!! SPIT IT OUT YOU BASTARD!!!!"

all of the other pages on this site lack text. please note: this was not done intentionally, rather, it was somewhat a side effect of the author's personality [he doesn't like to write]. this is his attempt to satisfy those beings who require more textual substance than he had first anticipated, in order to achieve some reasonable level of surfing satisfaction. please also note: those humans who after having read this still long for letters, desire documents or even persue paragraphs, try the f*king telephone directory.

almost forgot to put hello on this page.

thanks for taking the time. hope you enjoyed the site.

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