Dwelling place of the Gizzard

Foolish individual! Run while you still can!

Welcome to the domain of the Gizzard, where the cows moo in threatening tones, cheese dissapears in copious quantities, and the eyeballs levitate merrily while giggling at the carpet. Be wary, you are about to ingulf your unsuspecting self into a plethora of hairy fetid pointlessness; never before has a web site encompassed so much entertaining drivel on so many ludicrous subjects. Here you will find an abundance of cheese, tales of pet lepers, pop song warbling demons, hamster eating guides, pasta under the bedsheets activists, the infamous cult of Bob and much much more. Your eyes will sting, and your brain will throb painfully. I like your tie. I don't trust my ceiling. My sentence structure isn't very good. Cheese is your friend and Jaffa cakes aren't. Cakes i mean, they're biscuits. But then that's always open to interpretation.

Have a look with big freaky bloodshot eyeballs

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This is the menu. Some people miss this because it's a long title, but it's the menu, honest guv. Click on it please! I have much content for your perusal.

It was broken between August '01 - March '02, but now it's fixed - please make me happy by signing my guestbook again, I miss it.
And when you're finished, fill in the questionnaire - this will make me even happier! User interaction y'see - it's all the rage.

Like the guestie book questions? Want more of a far more ridiculous manner? Hurrah! This is where you wanna be!

I used to beg for mail, but now I get too much. Please don't mail me at rabidgizzards @ yahoo dot com ( <- see how I take great steps to stop my email from being added to spam list - I do not need viagra or a university diploma!) unless you want to give me compliments, money, beer, cheese, or invites to cool parties.

Ok, you've reached the end of the page now, this is the boring bit. Go do something else, like click on the 'menu' piccie, possibly.

shhhh! This is the secret page!