i think ive been slacking on blogging this week. But you will receive no apologies. Because I'm an american and I don't have to apologize for anything. Because God has chosen this country to dominate world policy for about the past 85 years on one of 10 planets (pluto counts people) that orbits one of somewhere between 10 sextillion and 1 septillion stars in the universe. Perspective people. Get some. But mainly continue to focus on yourself because the extent of our insignificance renders anything that we could do so not relevant that you might as well just smoke all the meth you can find and enjoi whatever you can. Or maybe just do whatever you want. Because there's probably aliens out there betting on your life and you might as well make the one who bet on "that guy will do something productive for the society that he has subscribed to" win, since although said life form probably didn't have faith in you, at least he wagered something in your favor and you kinda owe him that, assuming that have similar reproductive systems as we do and they can actually be classified as male or female. If they don't we're gonna have a hard time explaining our style of engineering to them because they really won't get "male" and "female" pieces. I assume your minds have been blown. More talk about farts next paragraph.
so I've been playing fart tennis with my boy G for the past couple days (sorry Tim, that's why I never farted back at you) and it's been awesome. The only problem is that neither of us care about the score enough to keep track. Fart texts are just so funny that we lose count of who farted when. Thanks Matt for introducing me to a game that there was no way I could maintain in any way anything that even resembles competition. Fart noises are too funny to put them against each other. I wish there was a game we could play that could only be won by having the funniest fart. Seems like I just made up a new game--you and a friend have 4 chances at fart noises each. Whoever has the funniest of the farts wins. And this game is probably going to be the most objective game ever played. You just determine how hard you laughed at each fart. Context and place received counts. The only rule is that when you receive the fart text you have to play it at maximum speaker volume your phone can provide. Then you gauge how funny it was. Be honest, because karma is real. Not really, but i said it, double stamp, no backsies, all that stuff. You can't triple stamp a double stamp.
This is another late night blog. It's important that you all take everything I say seriously and take it to heart. I hope Shanele reads my blog by now. We're good enough friends right? Anna, get your girl to read my blog. I take back all the mocking comments about your (plural you) relationship. Shanele kills it and she deserves to be recognized for it. I hope this is enough flattery to actually get you to read this. Really, it's pretty funny on a regular basis. Don't judge me for having a blog, I swear I'm not lame.
I am lame.
When you write a blog
make sure that it's worth reading
unlike all this crap
I hope someone enjoyed this. This was probably not a good blog. publish post
so I've been playing fart tennis with my boy G for the past couple days (sorry Tim, that's why I never farted back at you) and it's been awesome. The only problem is that neither of us care about the score enough to keep track. Fart texts are just so funny that we lose count of who farted when. Thanks Matt for introducing me to a game that there was no way I could maintain in any way anything that even resembles competition. Fart noises are too funny to put them against each other. I wish there was a game we could play that could only be won by having the funniest fart. Seems like I just made up a new game--you and a friend have 4 chances at fart noises each. Whoever has the funniest of the farts wins. And this game is probably going to be the most objective game ever played. You just determine how hard you laughed at each fart. Context and place received counts. The only rule is that when you receive the fart text you have to play it at maximum speaker volume your phone can provide. Then you gauge how funny it was. Be honest, because karma is real. Not really, but i said it, double stamp, no backsies, all that stuff. You can't triple stamp a double stamp.
This is another late night blog. It's important that you all take everything I say seriously and take it to heart. I hope Shanele reads my blog by now. We're good enough friends right? Anna, get your girl to read my blog. I take back all the mocking comments about your (plural you) relationship. Shanele kills it and she deserves to be recognized for it. I hope this is enough flattery to actually get you to read this. Really, it's pretty funny on a regular basis. Don't judge me for having a blog, I swear I'm not lame.
I am lame.
When you write a blog
make sure that it's worth reading
unlike all this crap
I hope someone enjoyed this. This was probably not a good blog. publish post
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