No, I'm not that intelligent... Today, I figured I'd write a bunch of hoo-ha and see just how many comments I can get about nothing. I mean, we just LOVE commenting about nothing, right? We sit all day in front of our TV screens, computer screens and just comment about nothing. We can watch a man bleed on TV and go... "Dude, that dude was so stupid." Why was the dude stupid? Was it because he got so stoned and drunk that driving nine feet to kiss a telephone pole he thought was Marilyn Monroe back from the dead was a good idea?
C'mon, how many times have we become so wasted we thought an inanimate object was sexy. Heck, that's how 98% of "naughty toys" are created. They sit in a little pow-wow circle and drink until they can look at an object and say aloud, "You know what'd go good with this here saddle and reigns..?"
Mind you, if you started thinking something off-balance about that thought, perhaps you might want to visit the next available taping of Dr. Phil (Medicine Woman). Or was that Dr. Quinn? Eh, either way it means that somewhere in our vast galaxy, Jeff Goldblum only THINKS he's getting it on with someone.
Yes, I'm well aware of what you think. But you know what is so funny about this? While I cling to your curiosity with what babble will spew forth from my wicked fingers, you are thinking of nine things to comment on. Am I right? Of course you may or may not leave a comment about this because well, someone dared you to. Well, what if I dared you not to? Either way, I win. Even if you never write a comment or say it out loud - you're thinking it. I got you to think it. I got you to think about it and thereby I control you in some perverse aspect.
I love the human mind...
