I pity the fool who doesn't logbogblog!

"See, if I come into a black neighborhood and say, "Thanks for watching my show," and give out high fives and all that, I'm not doing no good. I go out and see a kid grabbing his crotch. Ain't nobody telling them that. Where do they get it from? They watch MTV. I say, "If you wash up more often, you won't have to grab your crotch." I'm telling these guys, "Why you gotta grab your crotch?" Then you see Michael Jackson grabbing his crotch 50 times. What's with him?"
-Mr. T



The investment in gold seems to be doing well for him here. However, not everyone has good luck when gold is involved.



Pictured above and on the right is the geologist from BreX, Michael de Guzman, who jumped out of a helicopter when it was discovered that Mr. T had more gold than the mountain they were mining in.





The three bears were no fan of Goldilocks when she gobbled up all of their porridge and ruffled up all of their bed sheets.



Despite of their name and colour, goldfish routinely find themselves being flushed down the toilet. Better than a 800 foot fall perhaps, but not a pleasant fate.

It was all a dream, I used to read logbogblog online magazine

Had to read up, see whats up with my peeps.

Whales are doing great these days by simply relying on international (fish) stocks for growth.




Wally the whale was whistling wishfully
A tune he once heard while visiting Sicily
He swam there to get some spaghetti
But left before he ate as it wasn't quite ready
The noodles were hard and the hamburger raw
It was the kind of malpractice that could drop a whales jaw
He didn't hold a grudge though despite of the flaw
He just swam home and had spaghetti made by his ma




Just one t-bone steak
With cheese, eggs, and Welch's Grape
Won't fill his belly