Foolish individual! Run while you still can!



Welcome to the domain of the Gizzard, where the cows moo noisily, cheese dissapears in copious quantities, and the eyeballs levitate merrily and giggle at the carpet. Be wary, you are about to ingulf yourself in a plethora of hairy pointlessness; never before has a web site encompassed so much drivel on so many different subjects. Here you will find an abundance of cheese, stories of pet lepers, stupider feedback on the stupid stories, vortexes of doom, singing demons, hamster eating, the cult of Bob and much much more. Your eyes will sting, and your brain will throb painfully. Sign my guestbook or I'll nag you until your ears fall off, then you'll look like a leper and i'll have to eat you! 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.


Have a look with big freaky bloodshot eyeballs at:

This is the menu. Some people miss this because it's a long title, but it's the menu, honest guv.Read the words, dammit!


Sign Gizz's guestbook. You know you want to. No, you DO, you KNOW you want to, right? Don't make me beg, pleease! Have a wee shufftie at it first, before you SIGN IT, 'cos you're going to SIGN IT aren't you? Like the guestie book questions? Want more of a far more ridiculous manner? Hurrah! This is where you wanna be!




bang, crash, wallop, kablooey, etc
I used to beg for mail, but now I get too much. Please don't mail me at gizzard@fortunecity.com unless you want to give me compliments, money, or cheese.


Page last updated: 7th February 1999


The counter on this page is nice and changes style every time you reload the page. If you can't get excited by that, well you're just plain odd.



cheese is your friend

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!