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Sunday, November 20, 2005


Nov. 20th
If Lash27 is reading this--
I did sign your guestbook. A long time ago. Because I can't sign it now and I'm far too lazy to delete my signature and write another one. Ain't nothing but the truth.

By show of--um--comments---who has a PC?

Alright, most of you? Yeah. Well, you shove you and your P.C. up your ass.....

I'm sorry, did I say that aloud? I did, didn't I? Nasty, nasty habit. Okay, how's this--PC's suck, but seeing as it's national Name Your PC day (and I'm not kidding. It is.) then why don't you go and name your precious little PC's. Apples rock. Everything else sucks. Apple computers and apple programs rock, the iIdiots can go to hell, money-mooching bastards.

Hmm....I suggest you name your P.C. something sensitive. Like Ass-monkey. Or Freezer pop. I dunno.

If you're wondering why I resent P.C's, it's because I lost a full novella due to it's idiocy. So there.

Apple. Apple.AppleappleappleappLE! Get it into your heads.

On a (somewhat) lighter note, it's also Traffic Light Day. Hark the sound of one hand clapping.

Okay, how's this. We could have no cars and not need traffic lights. Or we could live in a dog-eat-dog world where the insurance companies would be crazy rich because we didn't have 'em. Give thanks for simple pleasures.

'Course, it would suit me just fine if I didn't have a car and everything was close enough to walk or bike to. Then we'd have bicycle crashes on the sidewalks.

(i.e. "And here we have a surviver of a head-on bicycle collision, Mary Dork! tell us about it, Mary!"

"Well, you know, when we used to have cars, we swerved to avoid deer. Not because we cared about the deer. Because the deer would kill our cars, am I right?"

"Possibly. Get on with your story."

"Will do. Now. There was this man riding his bike at LEAST ten miles an hour and that's illegal on a crowded sidewalk, am I right?"

"Possibly. I'm not here to answer questions, I'm here to ask them."

"Ah. So, anyway, he's comin' and me, and I look down, and there's this little HAMPSTER--"

"Hampster, Mrs. Dork? What was a hampster--"

"Oh, don't ask me. Anyway, it was waving around its big bushy tail--"

"Are you sure you don't mean squirell, Ma'am?"

"Oh, yes, that's what I meant. Squirell, and he was the most AH-DOHR-ABLE thing, so I just swerved at this guy--ten feet tall and riding this huge, massive tractor--"

"bicycle, Mrs. Dork."

"Ah, that's right. Bicycle, and he hits me at ten miles an hour.")

I know, I know, i'm stupid. but i was just giving you a taste of what it would be like inside me head, yeah? random. totally.

later, dudes.

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