Monday, February 20, 2006

One more public service reminder

This is it for us on this topic. Mainly because the fives of readers we have are all intelligent lads and lasses who use this thing called the Internet for good. Evil is so the new sad and pathetic anyway.

But about this whole internet Web page community thing. We have a page on one of these internet Web page community things, yessir. It's for promotional purposes and it's going quite well. We even have 13 friends, thank you very much. That's more than we've had in a long, long time. But we digress.

The reasoning we do this internet Web page community thing is simple. We are funny sh*t and this funny sh*t should be shared as much as possible. What are we without laughter? That's how we roll.

Point is, when we wanted to stalk back in the day, we'd simply pick up the ol' phonebook and call the honeys up on the phone. Sometimes we'd hop on the ol 12-speed and peddle by (deleted to protect the innocent)'s house.

Now, she was never *there*. But we know she *was*.

Oh yes we knew she was there.

All (deleted to protect the innocent) had to do was come out and face us face to face and tell us she didn't like the pictures or the poems or the flowers, but NOOOOOOOOO she had to get her mom to be all, "Young man (Snap), please stop peddling by our house every day. While we think it's great you're getting exercise, (deleted to protect the innocent) is a tad scared of you. The song you wrote her, the one with the constant Honey Nut Cheerios references, was cute and all, but, well, (deleted to protect the innocent) just isn't that into you."

Whatever (deleted to protect the innocent). We're so over you these days anyway. You brought nothing but heartache and tears and an early obsession with Duran Duran songs. It's just that -- wait. Where were we?

Oh yes. Internet Web page community things. We never did find (deleted to protect the innocent) on there. But that's not our point. Our point, once again, is be careful kids. There's some f*cked up people online these days.

And they don't drive no bikes, is all.

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