They must be stopped or say goodbye to western civilzation
Nothing less than the fate of western civilization hangs in the balance. So unless you like eating grubs and pooping in the woods you will join my quest to stop mybook and spaceface or whatever the hell they want to call it.
We used to be vigilant against all perils. Now, all the forces of evil will have to do is simply drive into town and set up camp because you dildo's will all be checking your bookface pages to see if they want to be your friend so you can increase your self esteem a notch or two.
Damnit this is what happens when everybody plays every game and everybody wins a trophy. When I was growing up there was a place for everyone on the team alright, it was called the bench. And if you sucked that is exactly where you stayed all season long.
But I digress, the reason for my little rant is my email provider just converted everybody to this stupid setup with all these networking craplets and whatnots. I don't want to know if you are online, I don't want you to know if I am online. I don't want to connect to your Mybook page, I don't want to be your buddy I don't give a damn what your vacation pictures look like if I am not in them. I just want my elfin email.
Somebody stop the world and let me off because no good can come of this.
Get over yourselves people, nobody gives a damn.
That is all
We used to be vigilant against all perils. Now, all the forces of evil will have to do is simply drive into town and set up camp because you dildo's will all be checking your bookface pages to see if they want to be your friend so you can increase your self esteem a notch or two.
Damnit this is what happens when everybody plays every game and everybody wins a trophy. When I was growing up there was a place for everyone on the team alright, it was called the bench. And if you sucked that is exactly where you stayed all season long.
But I digress, the reason for my little rant is my email provider just converted everybody to this stupid setup with all these networking craplets and whatnots. I don't want to know if you are online, I don't want you to know if I am online. I don't want to connect to your Mybook page, I don't want to be your buddy I don't give a damn what your vacation pictures look like if I am not in them. I just want my elfin email.
Somebody stop the world and let me off because no good can come of this.
Get over yourselves people, nobody gives a damn.
That is all
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My dear jackedUPjazz,
Assuming I was willing to fire up my black heart machine and stop the earth, you would need way more delta-v to get off the stationary earth and avoid being pulled into the sun than you would if I left the earth alone. So you're best off jumping off the ride while it's going, so to speak. In addition, the earth wouldn't stay stopped, it would fall into the sun, which would spoil most people's day. You'd have to catch me in quite an angry mood to have me go along with such an idea.
Yours always,
Mutex
JK
Craig
This just in. All the networks are pimping free advertising for Steve Jobs who has apparently created a new device which is completely and totally useless for anything constructive but thin enough to fit into the crack of your ass without giving you panty lines.
Sighhhhhhhhh
I still get all giddy at the idea of being able to carry over a hundred albums in my pocket on something that costs less than ten dollars and is roughly the size of a raccoons penis .. I dont own anything to play them on while I tote them about, but its still freaking unbelievable. Anybody who has ever carried a large number of LPs from one place to another will understand.
Note: comparisons are not based on empirical data
Dagnabit you kids stay off my lawn
fair enough...my satire obviously had a flat
There's no crying in satire and sarcasm.
Never ever ever ever concede the point just keep making ever more bizarre assertions until the thread collapses into a giant black hole of freakishly outlandish deviancy so dense that it holds logic and reason captive for the rest of eternity.
Something like:
If Steve Jobs had been drilling holes in the Gulf of Mexico instead of making useless technoware maybe the hole would have been small enough to fit into my shirt pocket with my tunes.
And then give us some nice tunage to check out
my flat satire somehow caused the subject matter to swerve across lines I'd rather not cross; do not mistake my tears for those of concession, they are for the waters i played in every day as a child and for the innocent victims who really don't give a swimming shit about technology.
on the subject of raccoon genitals, there are some in these parts who do not take this subject so lightly.According to legend, when the weather cools and the hunters 4 wheel into the forests-camouflaged and armed with firepower accurate up to a mile, a hideously masked,furry devil the locals call "Fat Samson" is said to taunt these "sportsmen" with his frighteningly large physical endowment. There have been hushed whispers of some being robbed of their innocence by this boa 'coon while answering a call of nature; these reports have not been confirmed.
It cost me a grand to evict that little bugger the first time and five hundred when he returned for an encore performance.
For this reason I no longer like raccoons and now consider them targets
I don't want to know
When we lived out east, it was a constant battle with the trash cans and getting the bungee cords on the lids JUST RIGHT so the buggers couldn't tip them over and strew trash all over the yard. I did feel sorrow for the mama raccoon when her baby got hit by a car. I threw the baby's carcass over to the side of the road so she wouldn't get hit, too.