Ironically, clams are perpetually annoyed as a direct result of this stereotype.
Saturday, March 6, 2010
A while back, I found a random message online. If I remember correctly, it had been created by a computer, which was trying to replicate a human being. It came out sounding like a very strange, mostly likely drunk, person. I liked the email a lot, and since it was addressed to a "Jordon", I decided to post it on the Facebook wall of a friend of mine with the same name. One of my close friends, Evan, then proceeded to post a comment that continued the same style of unhinged, pointless writing. We then made a thirty-something long conversation in that style. I have reproduced it below for your viewing enjoyment.
Adam: Hello Jordan!
They come of their own free will. Imagine my horror! I'll have some news for the boy. Golz said it could be. There are your pension papers. She must have alluded to her father.Again I fought for breath. We'll weather it yet between them. I'll tell her. That's why I pushed you into him. It will probably never be accounted for. There was little mistaking its meaning. Zane caught himself. There were some honest misguided people. Nothing could hurt him.His eyes were friendly too. Then came the geyser. I'll keep space up to midnight. It was a Fascist Patrol coming home. Reginald Bell began to act. The old man was right. You have no need to fear. But it did no good. What is the matter?What did you write? He could not afford to choose randomly. There were definite limits. Maybe it is ugly. We are all thy family. He opened the door and walked in. Cut it out and take it. What can they be? Zane's eye traveled around the room.
I own close to a hundred copies of Vanilla Ice's autobiography (when I learned it was ghost-written by his manager Timmy Quon, I lost all interest in being a distributor). In the seventh grade, I invented a new eating utensil called the "clingting". I ate every meal with it for four and a half years. It involved magnets. On a dare, I once broke a window of a police car with my head, then blamed it on a homeless guy passed out in a gutter nearby and was awarded a medal.
Ever since I saw "The Neverending Story", I've felt that if ever I am truly needed, I will hear a book calling out to me. It's happened twice, and I've ignored it both times. I used to be a vegetarian for moral reasons, but ever since a cow kicked my baby brother in the head I've switched to an all-beef diet. Those jerks deserve it.
In the Scottish-Australian community, I'm known as "Lucky".
because all blogs should have a picture of a squid
INTP - "Architect". Greatest precision in thought and language. Can readily discern contradictions and inconsistencies. The world exists primarily to be understood. Likes monsters, hates chipotle, and never drives with one hand on the wheel. Has a phobia of cantaloupe or antaloupe, but not both. 3.3% of total population. Which is not very much; Adam's special. Maybe special needs, too, haha. Ah, bad jokes. I love those things. You, gentle reader, greatly enjoy reading this blog and will comment on every post. Fnord.