
It’s all about choice…

It’s all about choice…

***(WARNING!!! This post is going to piss some of you off)***
It is totally a religious holiday, oh Sinny McSacrilege… the Great Bunny gave his only son, who was made of chocolate, to us, to teach us the correct and moral and only way… the one, true way… to color eggs… and yet we, being imperfect mortals, ate that poor chocolate bunny, and therefore were given a pestilence of fat thighs and bad skin… for our sins… because we worshipped the idols of Peeps, and sought to fill our divine baskets of goodness with cheap, knockoff jelly beans and crap made by corporations who were fooled into thinking that they were people, made in the image of the Great Bunny, by Trump Supporters and corrupt leaders who thought their sole duty was to keep the president from achieving anything… just because it offended them that he was same color as the son of the Great Bunny… and because these men have no sense of shame… or right and wrong… or even of irony… we are now forced to use artificial grass to try to fill the emptiness that is inside our baskets of goodness, and lo, our bunnies will forever be hollow.

Okay… yeah… it was a while ago… but I still want credit for inventing the wardrobe malfunction…
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Here are a few awesome tidbits cut and pasted from my spam folder from this past week, which, for the sake of fun, I will respond to…
***(WARNING… this post might contain some adult content… not from me… but you know how those spams are)***
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Me: Thanks, dear spam/person/bot/thing… I am always here to help anyone who needs more stress in their lives…
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Me: Well, much thanks, person with a real-sounding name at somewhere that starts with ‘freestaking.com’… I appreciate your respect, and return it wholeheartedly… I do have personal dedication when it comes to getting the solution through… (this solution revolving around a post I did called: Green eggs and spam… (or); Spam, spam spam spam spam and spam… (or); Spammy, how I love ya, how I love ya, my dear old Spammy… which was obviously another one of these same posts I am doing right now)… about spam… so the wheel goes full circle. I am so glad you found the informative information to signify a whole lot, to you and your friends at work… I hope they all send me spams now too.
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(Sorry about this one)
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Me: Uh, dear Do Pocket Pussys Feel Real And, at some porn site, you spelled that slang word for female genitalia one way in your name and another in the spam itself… this is very confusing. I am distressed to find out that some men also may suffer more comfortable shaving their genitals before using an engagement ring, for the following reasons:
First of all, the grammar in that sentence is almost as atrocious as the content.
Secondly, that ‘also’ implies that I am having this problem, and other men are just copying me.
Also, is it a problem or isn’t it? You aren’t clear on that. How does one suffer and also be more comfortable?
However, I am a firm believer in not having my pubic hair pulled inadvertently, so thanks for that.
In The Footsteps Of The Masters…
Father and son stood in the sandy dunes, watching the flaming vapor trail of the launch vehicle as it soared towards space, bellowing out its defiance to gravity. “This is a proud day, son,” the father said, “We are the first of our kind to send a rocket into space. They say that, perhaps, the old masters managed such a feat, before the great waters came and swept their civilizations away. Our people returned to the old ways of the forest and the hunt, and it has taken us a long time to get here.”
“How can we know that the old masters ever sent a rocket into space, father?” the son wanted to know.
“The archaeologists are constantly poking around the ruins of those who came before us,” the father replied. “They have lately been using undersea vehicles to explore more of the old cities. I was reading an article just the other day about what appears to be a museum found off the coast not far from here. Supposedly, there were the remains of what looked like space craft of some sort. Now, we must get you back to school. But I am glad I checked you out to be here for this historic occasion.”
The son wagged his tail-stump in appreciative happiness, then bent to politely sniff his father’s hindquarters. “Dad, have you been taking your cholesterol medicine? You smell a little like you haven’t been.”
The father shook his head, and admitted he hadn’t taken it yet that day. He hugged his son to him, giving his muzzle a lick. As they walked back to the car, the father took this bonding time as an opportunity to ask his son about his school work, and, just because he was curious to know what the young people thought of one of the issues that was constantly in the news, he asked one last question.
“So, tell me, Spot, you don’t really take all this talk of global warming seriously, do you?”