Post by Rip Van Winkle on Dec 10, 2006 19:27:47 GMT -5
Dear Idiot,
It appears that you have failed. Epically. The epicallity of your fail is tremendous. So large, that the concept of largeness itself seems rather miniscule compared to the size of your fail. A failure of this magnitude is detrimental to the general welfare of humanity, and as such, it should never happen. Here are some tips to make sure that another catastrophic failure does not come from you:
1. Aquire a sharp and/or blunt object of a generally dangerous nature.
2. Utilize this object to inflict injury upon yourself until your capacity to type words on your keyboard is minimal to nonexistant.
3. Disband from the series of tubes that we call internet, and confess to your mother of your failure. At this point, she may or may not get scared and say: "You're movin' wit' yo auntie and yo uncle in Bel-Air.
4. Should this happen, whistle for a cab and when it comes near, the licence plate should say "Fresh" and there should be dice in the mirror. Acknowledge that this cab is rare, before stating "Nah, forget it, yo homes to Bel-Air."
5. You should pull up to the house about seven or eight, and yell to the cabbie, "Yo homes, smell ya later!"
6. Look at your kingdom, you're finally there, to sit on your throne as the Prince of Bel-Air.
Thank you, and I wish you luck on future endeavors.
Sincerely,
EclipseCannon
It appears that you have failed. Epically. The epicallity of your fail is tremendous. So large, that the concept of largeness itself seems rather miniscule compared to the size of your fail. A failure of this magnitude is detrimental to the general welfare of humanity, and as such, it should never happen. Here are some tips to make sure that another catastrophic failure does not come from you:
1. Aquire a sharp and/or blunt object of a generally dangerous nature.
2. Utilize this object to inflict injury upon yourself until your capacity to type words on your keyboard is minimal to nonexistant.
3. Disband from the series of tubes that we call internet, and confess to your mother of your failure. At this point, she may or may not get scared and say: "You're movin' wit' yo auntie and yo uncle in Bel-Air.
4. Should this happen, whistle for a cab and when it comes near, the licence plate should say "Fresh" and there should be dice in the mirror. Acknowledge that this cab is rare, before stating "Nah, forget it, yo homes to Bel-Air."
5. You should pull up to the house about seven or eight, and yell to the cabbie, "Yo homes, smell ya later!"
6. Look at your kingdom, you're finally there, to sit on your throne as the Prince of Bel-Air.
Thank you, and I wish you luck on future endeavors.
Sincerely,
EclipseCannon
Yes I Is is my line 8!7(l-l35