I'm okay. I don't like "stuff". Stuff makes me mad. I am too important, for stuff. Piss-ant stuff.
Ants crawling everywhere, all over our civilization.
Actually, we don't really have a civilization, we have an anthill of insignificance. Billions of insignificant, pissant activities, making more pissants.
I am a fire ant.
Actually, if we're going to have a civ like this, I want it efficient. That's what I'm saying. Little crap. Too little. Everywhere. No time for stuff.
Within a year or two, we will see the end of long distance charges and companies as we know them. This weel be an o happy day for gaugie, as he is VERY upset with his phone companies. VERY UPSET. ANNOYED. To just pick up the phone a few times a month, I have to do accounting for three phone companies. It's bull, and the bastards are going to die, and I am going to dance on all their graves. I'm going to mutilate their stiffened bodies before they're dumped by the side of the road.
I'm fine. Why do you ask?
:o)
I want the IRS dead, too. Gone. Don't care what it takes.
Here. Have some wine. Got it at the warehouse for 2.99. Now that, is stuff. See? I'm easily pleased. |
