...and the bottom falls out
Information release rate on the rise- release now; quick; smooth. Captain Sulu will be visiting campus soon. He is gay, however, was never actually attracted to Scotty regardless of the number of times he got "beamed up." In fact, Scotty once knocked up Sulu's token wife. I'm going to get his autograph for you. Signed, Captain Sulu. I'll also contact Bruce Ohm. He knows more about Sulu than Sulu himself.
People on campus (well, two people at least) are selling their foreheads as advertising space. Good idea I say, but already done, at least indirectly. People are always selling away themselves for something- looks, popularity, clothing companies, crack, and cool ranch doritos. They also pass out flyers and shit. Can't anyone accomplish that? I guess if you have access to the market and you don't mind whoring. Well, good luck, more power to them. I will buy them for $10 later this week to advertise different me.
Black spell magic was used yesterday in arena event. Well known facts were used against the judge to restrain further obligations to the people of this fine county. You know, we just can't go on wandering within our shiny little helmets eating old white bread and slim jims. I mean that literally, and it shouldn't be confused with the march of Latinos used to obstruct the power structure and use their wives for bait. I know I did, and I carry no shame, guilt or pleasure. The latter would suffice, but isn't necessary in the master plan. As a matter of fun fact, they superimposed those very directions over a purchased map, which was subsequently used to divert attention from the jittery old guy in the white sports coat. Who was he trying to fool? That's precisely why I keep stamps with me all the time. If that letter needs mailing, their quiet footsteps will only cause me to drop the old fire attitude. Goodbye 10 cent postage, hello freedom. I think we can all agree that it's not free. With that said, the conclusion may be lazily clear, so lazily clear that you may have to crush up some prescription speed and focus your flickering eye. Now, in a moment of clarity, we can all appreciate the grand wonders of the doom cycle that we all so merrily take part in. Subjugate.
People on campus (well, two people at least) are selling their foreheads as advertising space. Good idea I say, but already done, at least indirectly. People are always selling away themselves for something- looks, popularity, clothing companies, crack, and cool ranch doritos. They also pass out flyers and shit. Can't anyone accomplish that? I guess if you have access to the market and you don't mind whoring. Well, good luck, more power to them. I will buy them for $10 later this week to advertise different me.
Black spell magic was used yesterday in arena event. Well known facts were used against the judge to restrain further obligations to the people of this fine county. You know, we just can't go on wandering within our shiny little helmets eating old white bread and slim jims. I mean that literally, and it shouldn't be confused with the march of Latinos used to obstruct the power structure and use their wives for bait. I know I did, and I carry no shame, guilt or pleasure. The latter would suffice, but isn't necessary in the master plan. As a matter of fun fact, they superimposed those very directions over a purchased map, which was subsequently used to divert attention from the jittery old guy in the white sports coat. Who was he trying to fool? That's precisely why I keep stamps with me all the time. If that letter needs mailing, their quiet footsteps will only cause me to drop the old fire attitude. Goodbye 10 cent postage, hello freedom. I think we can all agree that it's not free. With that said, the conclusion may be lazily clear, so lazily clear that you may have to crush up some prescription speed and focus your flickering eye. Now, in a moment of clarity, we can all appreciate the grand wonders of the doom cycle that we all so merrily take part in. Subjugate.
posted by fiestawizard at 3:49 PM
1 Comments:
i sold my forehead once to a compancy called acne. it cost *me* $7000 plus taxes, which is the reverse of what i'd hoped for. currently i'm getting paid $0 adverstising "Mr. Kimpel's Old Saw Dust Lotion." But what is your price? I would sell my forehead space for the precious sum of 5 billion dollars. Then I'd buy an entire industry and put my forehead out of business. Then I'd use my power as the head of industry to force my employees and their families to tattoo their foreheads as well (no money changing hands for that unless you count the fact that i'd still be paying their health insurance, those unhealthy losers should be grateful for that!). thus would be born a new era of forehead tattooing, and i wouldn't feel so bad for having an abnormal forehead myself.
but rest assured that the people on your campus were paid only in 1-month passes to "tommy bartlett's robot world" at the wisconsin dells.
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