"the chinease afair" ok today i implemented plot 280 it was a work of brillence i set a up small shoe retailing agent in the high street from wich i took out a huge bank loan i then used all the money to oreder a gigantic welly boot ( right side of course im not blody cack handed,i mean really its just a easier way of saying im a crip and have no hand eye co-ordination and am not worthy to leave the sanitarium) from a chinese sweat shop it was to be 400ft tall and 100ft long, the sudden influces of real money ( not there pretend plastic money)(yen, humpf) in the chinese economy suddenly boosted the governments assests rocketed and the stupid peasents had lots of money. obveiously being greedy little chinse men they blew it all on guns and suddenly america wasnt the only super power and after bullying all there economic competitors and sqinty eyes they declared war on america it was amazing the worlds moast powerfull contry but of course being china the workmanship was apllaing and just due to there shear numbers the cash was pretty thin spread. so was being attacked by 80 million midgets in cardbord tanks and with injection moulded guns with a bunch of nukes made from mutated kinder egg toys and an air force of airfix kits. there was arnage the americans thinking their technical advantage would give them a vitory and the chinkys were just to dumb to think any way with the huge numbers of rice farmers going crazy in there straw hats it ww3 i all i had to do was to watch it form the safty of my giant welly boot. unfortunatly 700 was told of my plans by a traitor in my personal army, i had the sod killed by dunking his fore skin in liquid nitrogen and then hanging him by nailin his scrot to a dorr frame, nobody crosses me but it was to late the brittish interveaned and kicked ass foiling my plan. i was about to escape to a small pacific island on my jet propeled spit roast but the cretins who made my boot had failed to have any way of getting out.

dear dirary and all my readers you all are quite lame just 4 being on beebo you might say the same about me but screw you im not me im mes slaves of me me so im not actualy on beebo at all, silence fool, imputent cretin. any way im writing this personally to state that this will be one of the last times i write to my blog as un fortunatly on my last quest 4 world domination certain spys and traitors in my own camp helped agent 700 in my humilitying defeat in what i call the "chinese afair anyway it seams that im no longer in the presidents favour after an attemp to have him assinated any way hes realy busted my ass for my last plot any basically im going for a twin trial with sadaam in the morning and will be shot for high treason the next day, i tryed to explain high treason with out a monarchy is imposible but the fat cheeked monkey sniffing banna raping ignorant americano ass holes wouldnt listen so i had them shot. so basicaly im really screwed so good by for now, and listen out for plans of my daring escapes.

damn you 700 how dare you youve defeated my attemps at world domination and stolen my hot trophy wife for the last time damn you, damn you