First they came for the spammers,
and I didn’t speak out because I wasn’t a spammer.
Then they came for the file sharers,
and I didn’t speak out because I wasn’t a file sharer.
Then they came for the Anons,
and I didn’t speak out because I wasn’t an Anon.
Then they came for Internet
and there was no one left to speak out for me.
too tired to stir
you really need it badly
both coffee and sleep
omg. so bored.
still busy too, wtf?
fm-lol
Hippycrit: noun \ˈhip-ee-ˌkrit\
A person who puts on a false appearance of fiscal deficiency whilst tweeting from their brand new iPhone 4s.
A person who can afford the lastest over priced gadget but can’t pay their debt.
a broken rib is
a hell of a painful thing
still going to play though
the TSA is
afraid of implanted bombs
screeners now surgeons
never gonna give
you up, never gonna let
this awesome meme die
Me: I think I just invented a new religion myth based on He-Man…look out Mormon’s, there’s a new crazy in town.
CW: The world needs the wisdom and righteousness of He-Man
Me: Masters of the universe are we my loyal disciples. Send me $20 and unto you the lord He shall bestow glory. Amen.
CW: Maketh not small cheap plastic idols of me or my mountain volcano play-set.
Me: *unlicensed small cheap plastic idols. Think of the merchandising…
CW: Ahh yeah…render only unto Mattel and its subsidiaries.
Me: WhitAck Global Corp.
CW: All Rights Reserved, naturally.
Me: Patent Pending…in fact, you should probably have *** sign an NDA
CW: And a non-compete for when she’s 15 and wishes I was dead 🙂
Me: Ok, I’ll have legal draw up some papers and have them delivered by carrier pigeon (WhitAck Global communicates exclusively by pigeon for security. It limits our opportunities somewhat).
CW: Pigeons for now until we make our first billion or so, then it’s hell-fire armed recon drones.
Me: Freakin’ Sweet! “Hey, shoot me a hell-fire armed recon drone message about our power lunch tomorrow.” will be heard in the office halls and around water coolers.
CW: HaHa, yes! Strike fear into the underlings with heavy weaponry.
Me: “I’m sorry Tod, but you’re Hell-Fired!”
–brief tangent involving Groupon–
Me: He-Man church will have a 5% off your Tithe Groupon
Me: WhitAck Global will have a $5 off your religious figurine Groupon.
CW: Free trucker hat with every fifth conversion!
Me: Heaven on sale this week only!
CW: Hell-Fire missled fired into the competing shrine of your choice.
Me: Bring an impressionable friend, 2 for 1 raffle tickets, punch & pie.
CW: We have the framework, we just have to implement it. People will come ray. People will come.
Me: Bring me my carrier pigeon! I wish to correspond!
Ding dong the winters dead.
Which old winter?
The wicked winter.
Ding dong the wicked winters’ dead!
Implied Mortality 