Wasting your time as soon as you enter the world of Supertron Random.The Answers To Your Questions are Also Answered Here This is about anything imaginable.The email supertronblog@hotmail.com This blog is impossible to spam. The five members are Gary aka Mr.Supertron, Monk Coppola, Frankster of the Freaks, Castro Stevis and Pickle. Also the home of The Adventures of Hugo!

Thursday, August 30, 2007

Deja Vu

I just had it. I dreamt a while ago I was on Supertron and listening to Children of Bodom with a Killswitch Engage CD on the desk. And five minutes ago it hapened. So what gonna happen next? A giant Ballon advertising the new Dream Theater Album will fly by my house. Or a house fly will grow into an enormous monster and suck blood from trout.
This isn't the first time that this sort of thing has happened. And its no lie. No More Lies is an awsome song.
I think that if an octapus could fly and bacon could swim that we would have a better chance of going to mars soon. But if we did I am sure the bolony monster would get us. So ugly cheese should be sent instead.

Ok I never dream the last bit but the first is true. Weird as I.

Tuesday, August 28, 2007

One More Week of This Monster Vacation

I must say I have wasted my vacation. I accomplished pretty well nothing. We have slacked on Supertron a lot so we have had more filler than actual solid rants although the rants we had were actually good quality. Monk had a few good ones. I had a few good ones.
But next week this time is our last time and back to eight months of the grind. But the grind means no more cleaning, and a lot more doing nothing but a more having to think. And yes Hot damn there are girls. Sift through the fat ones and you got the nice looking chicks. And Doyle will be there so we can hang with him every morning.
Now for my message, You fat people and retared people who think that you end all of all can go snort crack with off an old mans ass. I think operation foot in the door is going to work.

Wednesday, August 22, 2007

Killswitch Engage - Holy Diver

A cover by KSE its done good awsome solos

Sunday, August 19, 2007

Rush In Rio Bonus Video (Easter Egg - Anthem 1975)

This is so awsome

Friday, August 17, 2007

Ich bin pissed off.

Post 450, bitches. Listen the fuck up now. Those dumbass stuck up bitches never learn. It's hard to learn when their only environmental stimulus is their own rectum. Hey, we could tell them all we want, but it's no fucking use. Remember, guys: Don't fuck the princess, do the maid. At least it's cheaper. I know it's tempting, but there's a good chance that you're thinking with your balls. I've overridden that, and I'm here to help you poor, retarded souls. (Read -> Gary) Remember, there's always some greasy-ass dumbfuck who'll keep the cashflow running to those whores and the real women can get with the guys with minds of their own. They'll fuck anthat horseshit just for the poonanner. Except for Gary, cause he's a shallow ass-burglar. But since when did he matter, anyway? Well, that's it for me. Thunder's rollin' in, lights keep dimmin' and I gotta do some PHP codin' before the power starts a surgin'.

Keep it real, cause Bubba Sparks says so.
~Monk

Thursday, August 16, 2007

Rush - Natural Science



Edit by Monk: This video is approved for all audiences except:
Children under 8.
The elderly.
Anyone who likes Whitesnake.
Members of the Retard Union local 501.
Gary.
Anyone who enjoyed the 1980's.
People who don't say fuck more than 10 times a day.
People who piss Monk off.
People not from Jambi.
Anyone who derives pleasure from sticking their thumb up an alligator's asshole.
Those who hate Cartman.
Anyone who thinks Geddy Lee is a woman.
Those who think dihydrogen monoxide is anything other than water.
Anyone who doesn't visit this blog and never will.
Ralph Malph.
Members of the Nitrogen Dealers of Afghanistan. (It exists now)
Anyone over 8 years of age.

For the aforementioned groups, there is a possibility that this video may cause:

Permanent blindness.
Chronic explosive projectile super-shit disorder (CEPSD).
Chronic frotteurism.
Leprosy.
Red Tide Poisoning.
Gary Supertron Syndrome.
Tyrabanksitis (An unhealthy sexual attraction to...well, figure it out yourself dumbfuckiotard)
CBSTL.
Death.
All of the Above Syndrome.

UPDATE! - After further review, it has been discovered that it is in fact this blog which causes the aforementioned symptoms. Since you're already reading this, it is now too late. You have already been exposed to at least 420420420420 Retard-o-units of dumbassiation. You are fucked. Enjoy!

A Third World Problem With First World Technology

Millions of people in this world are living in fear. Just seeming to barely survive from day to day. Working almost meaningless jobs for little money. Not being able to communicate in person because of the fear of what will happen to them in their seemingly communist world. Yes infact even a simple hello may possibly give these people living in fear from day to day one of the biggest problems to hit mankind.
But this is not Ethiopea, this is not the Taliban Ruled Afganistan or even Somalia. This problem is occuring in North America right now among all of the stuck up little snot bags with cell phones, Facebook, Myspace and Messenger. These technologys are exposing the screwed up folks in you town. People who seemingly can always talk to you on the internet but in person you may as well talk to a dirty used sirenge, fecal matter from an ant, or that senial old bugger everybody hates. These three things will give you more response then these other people. These people do not understand hello, they believe that it will get them exposed to some higher authorty that will ultimitaly kill them off. They feel that they can not talk to you. Or maybe their small brains are so used to technology that their natural voice should not be raised above -12 decibels.
But what it actually means is that these are stuck up people who think that they are so good that they can not be seen talking to you because you are not good enough for them. So they think a few words on Facebook will not be traced. Wrong morons, Facebook tells everyone everything about you. People stalk others on that thing and if you don't want to be seen messaging me than delete you account or the most terrible thing may happen, your friends may find out you talked to someone else. gasp!
So in the end, no one on erath loves you because you are a stuck up snot bag. So now it is time for me to have a conversation with the fecal matter from an ant now since your sttitude won't let you raise your voice above -12 decibels. Hmmm

Thursday, August 09, 2007

The Sentence

This is pretty good, I posted it other places so I'll post it here too.

Sunday, August 05, 2007

Robot Chicken Dragonball Z

Good burn to a bad show