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"The time has come!" The walrus said,
"Too talk of many things! Of shoes and ships and sealing wax And cabbages and Kings. And why the sea is boiling hot And whether pigs have wings. Callooh! Callay! O Frabjous day! Of cabbages and kings!"
Alright, I don't know what relevance that has, except I hope you have/had a frabjous day and got something better than shoes, sealing wax or cabbages (though being made a king might have its up-sides). Cheers for being a great and worthy ruler over us all, etc, etc, so on and so forth. Have a party hat and a whistle. (Tarooh!) <--Sound made by party whistle)
A-----L-----C-----A-----R
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You win at life. F
ucking awesome post. Alcar ought to feel proud.
And for my birthday present to you, please accept these small nuggets of wisdom:
The food industry is
not glamorous, it amounts to only 5 things:
-People getting money.
-People losing money.
-People satisfying hunger.
-People staying alive as a result of the above.
-People taking a shit.
The drink industry amounts to the exact same 5 things, except you have to replace hunger with thirst, and "people taking a shit" with "people getting shit faced".
"Society" is the god of the atheist religion, although not all atheists believe in it's existance. There appears to be no name for non-believers, but believers are known to the non-believing onlookers as "Shallow idiots who either don't have a mind of their own, or are too cowardly to express themselves".
The programme "what kids really think" appears to offer entertainment in the form of belittling children, presumeably in order to make the show's presenters, audience, and viewers feel "big". The context of the show is more immature than most of the children on it, who at times can display remarkable forsight and intelligence, although I'm sure that it's equally immature viewers consider those to be the "boring bits". This offering of televisual garbage (intentionally or not) does nothing but breed disregard for the opinions and feelings of children while offering low brow entertainment to certain pathetic individuals at the expense of young people, who I might add are most likely unable to make a rational decision about whether or not they should appear on the show, or how doing so will impact them in later life. That said, it's worth pointing out that I don't actually hate it that much, it's just that as I sat down to write this, I impaled my arse on a thumb tack that conveniently placed itself on my desk chair, which considerably worsened my mood - the pain expressed itself in an eloquent outburst of pseudointellectual neo-journalistic criticism.
If anyone asks you to change something about yourself, say to them: Why should I? I should in YOUR opinion. My opinion is different, and frankly you are niether attractive enough nor carrying the guns and knives required to change it.
It's OK to fart, so long as you do it quietly and into a bed or sofa that can absorb the smell.
Someone's B-day t'day!
*Birfdae hugs
