Thursday, February 19, 2009
GOLLY GEE GOOGLE
Oh Brother, why I'm not surprise? By whipping this raticate, you're there. You're incredibly instantaneous. Quick. Faster than the speeding bullets. And a lot like lightning. Do you know that? Just how do you it? I type, you respond. I inquire, you promptly reply.Oh boy, you're a genius. Well sorta. Because at times I am disbelieving everything you say. Not all you said is true. You're as phony as the rest of them. I have to prove or disprove whatever you say to my hearts content. And only then that I 'd relax and be rest assured that all my querries, questions, and doubts are answered. Gosh, I really hate mysteries. Duyunowataymin? And you're such a know it all, eyncha? One time, I simply typed letter J and you have thousands of pages under this subject. So I decided to be nasty and type some more...like...jimg29...yeah...so there. including this article, you have about twenty-nine million things to say about him. Unbelievable! Well, I should be thankful, I guess; afterall you are the only one which records my everyday's thoughts and sufferings. I probably succumbed long ago to the deepest and darkest end of madness. Thanks to you, as well, for making me like a sea jelly, floating aimlessly, I became so lazy. Over these years, you brought endless joys. But from now on, I'd like to change that. I have to go. I must do some serious readings, before I go blind.
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help yourself bitch.