What a Rippov!

Sorry about the lack of activity. The proliferation of inactivity. I was getting strangled by an octopus. But in reality, there is no excuse. In the end of time there will be a scrabble game and the first 40,000 people who try and pull an ‘it’ word will go down in flames!

Flames will engulf their eyes and their tongues will stick to their skulls and they will scream, in unison, we never forgave us! And all the rest of those participants will say to themselves, oh crap.

I was going to write an expository but I don’t know what that is.

I was going to write a review on the zoo but that was too trite.

I was going to repeat the quote I heard the other day on Wolff Media (check out www.wolffmediaschlock.com). But it had too many pennygrabber words in it like ‘snafulization of monetary entities’ and ‘demostricastration of big business interests’ and ‘the whole-market gag-choke thrond’. But it summed up the East Asia company in an interesting an insightful anecdote.

The other evening, there was a break-in at the corps of cadets office and there were over 3E4 casualties.

Science helps you to differentiate the B.S. from the normal stupid news.

But then again, who am I apologizing to? All of my faithful readers have surely lost faith by now. The prophets lies were opened and scrutinized. There was no big bang. There was no chocolate fondue at the end of the dream dragon. There was only the same *&$#! Entry every day for three months. So my basis is lost and the rest of this online mental trashbin will be for my own emusement only. And therefore, I can be as inarticulate as Am I.

I have the revnenousness for the meringue of the feminine underworld.

Clench thy teeth, St. Amidata, for your redemption is underhanded!