Aglami

Where's Aglwally.com?

2003-10-02T16:53:32Z

[annoyed grunt]

2003-08-30T13:50:46Z

Q: Who the hell still uses their @aglami.com email address?
A: See below. In the comments section. Where you answer. Within 12 days.

A dark day for blindy.

2003-04-13T20:36:03Z

Attack On Aglami
DAFFY OMAAR IS ON THE SCENE

start spredin the news

2003-03-27T02:26:52Z

It is clear to me that Aglami no longer functions. na j/k ;)

OLD BEAN TOM KEANE seems to be back, and also Krista has an evil twin with a clone army. All in all, this is the best Christmas ever.

Too much like hard Dirk ;)

2003-02-23T18:49:21Z

Oh, Dirk came back.

[applause]

A New Hope

2003-01-28T14:02:57Z

Predictable old Tracy had a baby. In fact, the baby. Ethan Hamilton Hope was born on Sunday the 26th of January at 8:28am, according to damned lies and statistics. A source close to the family stated "Oh man, it was really weird, he had legs and arms and everything, totally like a real person, only smaller."

There is an orange here, there is an exit to the wild wild west.

2003-01-26T05:04:55Z

Hey I updated most of the site, technically. It's not much, but you deserve nothing more.

Aglami news is like, oh, Krista's back, Tracy may or may not have had an offspring by now, and everyone decided they hate you.

LOOK OUT BEHIND YOU!!! /me runs away while you are temporarily distracted!

The Texas Chanserv Christmassacre

2002-12-21T02:47:40Z

Yes, well, the following poem is Jon's fault. I'm contractually obliged to say he thinks he's thjorska, and for a very good reason.

The Night Before Christmas

'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through AGLAMI
Not a retart was stirring, they'd have to be barmy;
The swag bags were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that much cash soon would appear there;

The Aglamians were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of Murray danced in their heads;
While Luke with a blowtorch, and I with my bat,
Had just settled down to vandalise Matt,

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the room to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a punch,
Tore open the shutters and threw up my lunch.

The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below,
When, what to my wondering eyes should find 'ere,
But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny Reinder,

With a little old driver, eyes bright with murder,
I knew in a moment it must be St. Reinder.
More rapid than Pringles his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;

"Now, HURGER! now, UFCKER! now, DUBYAH and NIXON!
On, VOMIT! on STUPID! on, RETART and CLINTON!
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!"

As battle-crazed soldiers do when they take fright,
When met with an obstacle, they blew it from sight,
So with smoking bazookas the coursers they flew,
With the sleigh full of booze, and St. Reinder too.

And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each Pieter C. Hooft.
As I drew in my hand, and was turning avast,
Down the chimney St. Reinder came with a blast.

He was dressed all in black, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot;
A bundle of guns he had flung on his shoulder,
And he looked like an effigy just starting to smoulder.

His eyes -- how they glinted! his scars, oh how scary!
His teeth were like gravestones, his nose was all hairy!
His sword was levelled right next to my throat,
And he took from my wallet a £50 note;

The pin of a grenade he held tight in his teeth,
And the gunsmoke encircled his head like a wreath;
He had a broad sword and a belt full of ammo,
That shook when he laughed, and almost went blammo.

He was mad and imposing, a right psychopath,
And I laughed in sheer fright, so afraid of his wrath;
But an ufck of his toe and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread;

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the stockings; then turned with a jerk,
And activating his special atomic jet pack,
And giving a nod, up the chimney he went back;

He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like a ballistic cruise missile.
But I heard him exclaim, as he drove out of sight,
"MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ALL, CREATURES OF THE NIGHT!"

You gotta coal with it.

2002-12-20T01:28:23Z

Well, this is impressively new. And yet somehow, denied.

Anyway, rasher.dk wants to know... ARE YOU MAN ENOUGH? (Not a literal translation)

But that's all in the pastry now.