| Satire Non-Fiction posted July 31, 2008 |
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Short rant
Zee Sky is Falling
by zeezeewriter
The author has placed a warning on this post for language.
Here is something I read a few months ago:
WASHINGTON - A large U.S. spy satellite has lost power and propulsion and could hit the Earth in late February or March, government officials said Saturday.
GREAT SCOTT!
No wonder I don’t want to leave the house.
Do we really need this shit; big floating labs sending back really important information, life alerting statistics. Like ... people who live in space have minimal bowel movements and masturbation is almost fucking impossible.
W----h----a---c----k .......................w----h---- a----c----k..
If Arnold the astronaut gets started now, he might get his gun off sometime next week. That whole lack of gravity thing is a ball-buster for getting your groove on in space.
So while they’re up their running their dumb ass experiments ... I get to play dodge the fucking space station down here ... NOT FAIR.
There seems to be much concern for our educational system and how our young people are dumber than a stump, but after this announcement, I’ve formed my own opinion.
WE GOT ENOUGH SMART PEOPLE!
Smart people get us into goddamn trouble.
The kid making change at the Laundromat has yet to fuck with the universe. He may short change me on occasion, but I can live with that.
It’s that brilliant bastard from MIT that invents a cell phone that does double duty as a microwave, and my tit falls off when I dial Uncle Bob’s House of Donuts.
Fuck smart people. I like dumb. I like underachievers. To the best of my knowledge, there’s never been a war started by some knuckle head sitting in front of the TV with a jar of Vaseline, watchin’ a porno movie, and smoking a joint. God bless his worthless little brain.
People ... do me a favor ... stop trying to make the world a better place, at least until I’m six feet under. I like shit just the way it is. I don’t need a better thingy, a faster nano fart, or a smaller doodad.
Come on ... give an old lady a fuckin’ break.
Hey , you, young people ... I have a great suggestion: drop out of college, lay on the beach, get a tan, get laid. But, don’t; I repeat, don’t, propel anything into the atmosphere that can eventually fall on my goddamn head.
Here is something I read a few months ago:
WASHINGTON - A large U.S. spy satellite has lost power and propulsion and could hit the Earth in late February or March, government officials said Saturday.
GREAT SCOTT!
No wonder I don’t want to leave the house.
Do we really need this shit; big floating labs sending back really important information, life alerting statistics. Like ... people who live in space have minimal bowel movements and masturbation is almost fucking impossible.
W----h----a---c----k .......................w----h---- a----c----k..
If Arnold the astronaut gets started now, he might get his gun off sometime next week. That whole lack of gravity thing is a ball-buster for getting your groove on in space.
So while they’re up their running their dumb ass experiments ... I get to play dodge the fucking space station down here ... NOT FAIR.
There seems to be much concern for our educational system and how our young people are dumber than a stump, but after this announcement, I’ve formed my own opinion.
WE GOT ENOUGH SMART PEOPLE!
Smart people get us into goddamn trouble.
The kid making change at the Laundromat has yet to fuck with the universe. He may short change me on occasion, but I can live with that.
It’s that brilliant bastard from MIT that invents a cell phone that does double duty as a microwave, and my tit falls off when I dial Uncle Bob’s House of Donuts.
Fuck smart people. I like dumb. I like underachievers. To the best of my knowledge, there’s never been a war started by some knuckle head sitting in front of the TV with a jar of Vaseline, watchin’ a porno movie, and smoking a joint. God bless his worthless little brain.
People ... do me a favor ... stop trying to make the world a better place, at least until I’m six feet under. I like shit just the way it is. I don’t need a better thingy, a faster nano fart, or a smaller doodad.
Come on ... give an old lady a fuckin’ break.
Hey , you, young people ... I have a great suggestion: drop out of college, lay on the beach, get a tan, get laid. But, don’t; I repeat, don’t, propel anything into the atmosphere that can eventually fall on my goddamn head.
WASHINGTON - A large U.S. spy satellite has lost power and propulsion and could hit the Earth in late February or March, government officials said Saturday.
GREAT SCOTT!
No wonder I don’t want to leave the house.
Do we really need this shit; big floating labs sending back really important information, life alerting statistics. Like ... people who live in space have minimal bowel movements and masturbation is almost fucking impossible.
W----h----a---c----k .......................w----h---- a----c----k..
If Arnold the astronaut gets started now, he might get his gun off sometime next week. That whole lack of gravity thing is a ball-buster for getting your groove on in space.
So while they’re up their running their dumb ass experiments ... I get to play dodge the fucking space station down here ... NOT FAIR.
There seems to be much concern for our educational system and how our young people are dumber than a stump, but after this announcement, I’ve formed my own opinion.
WE GOT ENOUGH SMART PEOPLE!
Smart people get us into goddamn trouble.
The kid making change at the Laundromat has yet to fuck with the universe. He may short change me on occasion, but I can live with that.
It’s that brilliant bastard from MIT that invents a cell phone that does double duty as a microwave, and my tit falls off when I dial Uncle Bob’s House of Donuts.
Fuck smart people. I like dumb. I like underachievers. To the best of my knowledge, there’s never been a war started by some knuckle head sitting in front of the TV with a jar of Vaseline, watchin’ a porno movie, and smoking a joint. God bless his worthless little brain.
People ... do me a favor ... stop trying to make the world a better place, at least until I’m six feet under. I like shit just the way it is. I don’t need a better thingy, a faster nano fart, or a smaller doodad.
Come on ... give an old lady a fuckin’ break.
Hey , you, young people ... I have a great suggestion: drop out of college, lay on the beach, get a tan, get laid. But, don’t; I repeat, don’t, propel anything into the atmosphere that can eventually fall on my goddamn head.
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I wrote this months ago, and as I am currently brain dead, it seemed reasonable to post it now. Feel free to bash it. I need the punishment.
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