Tweed-la-diddle-dee
Tweed-la-diddle-dee, Tweed-la-doodle-doo,
What do you do, when you got nothing to do?
Make lame rhymes and put them on your blog. Not that anyone would notice, half the world (the connected world obviously, not the entire human race you idiot!) won't read it coz they got much more important things to do, and the other half, ie the one to which you so obviously belong, won't give a damn, coz either they're as mindless zombies doing the routine blog surfing, reading anything written, and writing some mindless stupid comment. Or better, deciding not to, and in the process sparing their brethren of going through meaningles content.
You know what I'm feeling like at the moment? Do you really think you know? Well FYI, you know nothing! But I do know something! I know exactly what that tin-can, the robot in The Hitchhikers Guide to The Galaxy, felt. A brain the size of a planet, (well not really), and writing stupid blogs to pass the time. But then talking of THGTTG, can you think of some other work of fiction that's so obviously devoid of any content, so obviously and utterly lame, and still loved by millions, (myself included). Yeah-yeah, despite a brain the size of a planet, (well not really), I still love that so obviously and utterly lame,( and still loved by millions), book- The Hitchhikers Guide to The Galaxy (read it now if you have'nt done so yet, you mindless zombie).
{By any chance did your puny brain register any sense of deja-vu (and for those of you who in addition to being idiots, slept through their english lessons, deja-vu, in laymans terms, is a feeling that "this-has-happened-before-but-I-don't-remember-where)}.
(I told you to read THGTTG, not this blog you idiot!)
Aaaargh, what am I doing, with a brain the size of a planet, (well not really) teaching english to a mindless zombie like you, who probably hasn't done anything other than : move-mouse-over-link-click- move-mouse-over-link-click- move-mouse-over-link-click, and an occasional, -type-in-url-enter, again continued by, move-mouse-over-link-click-move-mouse-over-link-click-move-mouse-over-link-click. Goddamit, do something real, read that book, or any other)
(I know you have'nt done that yet, what else could one expect from someone as...twit-brained as yourself.)
What the hell, some one said in some lesson in school that objects exposed to the elements {read inside the inner bracket if you're not just idiot, but an utter idiot (elements=air, water, etc)} corrode, well, I say put it in a vacuum, and it'll corrode faster, and since you've reached this far, you're so obviously an utter idiot, I must explain to you, that you're not to take me literally, I'm talking about the brain, that lump of grey-cells, which in your case, if taken out, would probably not be sufficient to make a layer of one-atom thickness on the nail of your little finger, so if you literally expose it to the elements, you would never know if I was right, you won't live long enough.
Now if you're done with your zombie-ing, press the little cross at the top-right corner, or better, the button on your cabinet that has power, spelled P-O-W-E-R, written on it.
FYI- The first one with the mouse pointer, and the second one with your finger, or whatever, real object.
PS: When I say THGTTG, I include SLATFATF, TRATEOTU and LUAE.
What do you do, when you got nothing to do?
Make lame rhymes and put them on your blog. Not that anyone would notice, half the world (the connected world obviously, not the entire human race you idiot!) won't read it coz they got much more important things to do, and the other half, ie the one to which you so obviously belong, won't give a damn, coz either they're as mindless zombies doing the routine blog surfing, reading anything written, and writing some mindless stupid comment. Or better, deciding not to, and in the process sparing their brethren of going through meaningles content.
You know what I'm feeling like at the moment? Do you really think you know? Well FYI, you know nothing! But I do know something! I know exactly what that tin-can, the robot in The Hitchhikers Guide to The Galaxy, felt. A brain the size of a planet, (well not really), and writing stupid blogs to pass the time. But then talking of THGTTG, can you think of some other work of fiction that's so obviously devoid of any content, so obviously and utterly lame, and still loved by millions, (myself included). Yeah-yeah, despite a brain the size of a planet, (well not really), I still love that so obviously and utterly lame,( and still loved by millions), book- The Hitchhikers Guide to The Galaxy (read it now if you have'nt done so yet, you mindless zombie).
{By any chance did your puny brain register any sense of deja-vu (and for those of you who in addition to being idiots, slept through their english lessons, deja-vu, in laymans terms, is a feeling that "this-has-happened-before-but-I-don't-remember-where)}.
(I told you to read THGTTG, not this blog you idiot!)
Aaaargh, what am I doing, with a brain the size of a planet, (well not really) teaching english to a mindless zombie like you, who probably hasn't done anything other than : move-mouse-over-link-click- move-mouse-over-link-click- move-mouse-over-link-click, and an occasional, -type-in-url-enter, again continued by, move-mouse-over-link-click-move-mouse-over-link-click-move-mouse-over-link-click. Goddamit, do something real, read that book, or any other)
(I know you have'nt done that yet, what else could one expect from someone as...twit-brained as yourself.)
What the hell, some one said in some lesson in school that objects exposed to the elements {read inside the inner bracket if you're not just idiot, but an utter idiot (elements=air, water, etc)} corrode, well, I say put it in a vacuum, and it'll corrode faster, and since you've reached this far, you're so obviously an utter idiot, I must explain to you, that you're not to take me literally, I'm talking about the brain, that lump of grey-cells, which in your case, if taken out, would probably not be sufficient to make a layer of one-atom thickness on the nail of your little finger, so if you literally expose it to the elements, you would never know if I was right, you won't live long enough.
Now if you're done with your zombie-ing, press the little cross at the top-right corner, or better, the button on your cabinet that has power, spelled P-O-W-E-R, written on it.
FYI- The first one with the mouse pointer, and the second one with your finger, or whatever, real object.
PS: When I say THGTTG, I include SLATFATF, TRATEOTU and LUAE.
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