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Monday, March 22, 2004

My bell, I got the ill communication 

Here is a new excerpt from my book, "The art and technique of dealing with little kids".

Enjoy.

i hate when u send people emails and they don t reply says:

ah me and alicia have dis whack idea and were gonna do it over spring break it s gonna b all fun

i once dabbled in pacifism, not in nam of course says:
sounds wack

i hate when u send people emails and they don t reply says:
i no did she already tell u

i once dabbled in pacifism, not in nam of course says:
not that i remember

i once dabbled in pacifism, not in nam of course says:
lets hear it

i hate when u send people emails and they don t reply says:
o ya my bad im not aloud to tell u

i once dabbled in pacifism, not in nam of course says:
sounds even wacker

i hate when u send people emails and they don t reply says:
so.................................

i hate when u send people emails and they don t reply says:
u no wat robby hit me in the head wit a fucking chair

i hate when u send people emails and they don t reply says:
is that not crazy


The subject starts the conversation in a classic, "I know something you don't know" fashion. This is reason A on why I firmly believe that buying 7 game hens will be, in the long run, more prosperous then raising a child.
Think of your alternatives. Sell a few birds or spend 100 thousand dollars to raise a kid. A lot of people don't know this, but game hen breed well in a dark damp area. Now, correct me if I'm wrong but wouldn't it be, no, sorry it wouldn't. What I was going to say was that if you did choose to raise children, it might not be too late.

As for the second part of this conversation, thank God someone's looking out for the people who plan to make a future free of little swags. Well done Fobler, the members of the association against little whining kids who sit in shopping carts and whine across America will be shipping you a commendatory medal in the mail. Expect it never to arrive.

Sadly, this was copied straight, and therefore, no editing was needed. Think about it, this needs no embellishment, so what good would it have done to make it unrealistic?


And now on to the part of the post where I burn Carr in a comically hilarious manner.
Anyways, he's not been commenting or posting because he was caught pants down in the bathroom with a box of tampons, 3 anal probes of varying sizes, and a hustler.

What a gongshow!

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