Don't forget to flip your calendars - happy April!
In other news, why do people put lowercase Q's in the place of lowercase G's? They are four keys and one row apart! Do they not realize how absolutely and ridiculously stupid it looks? It's not cool, and it stopped being a trend in 2008. Now you're not just a retard; you're also outdated.
I mean, I can understand it if you're new to the language. At least then you're just trying to communicate with someone who doesn't speak your own. (But seriously, get a teacher.)
So, here we are, April Fools' Day; a time at which jackasses who deserve a kick in the knickers victimize anyone they see. If you see funny signs in your hometown, just know this. My brother helped kick that idea into execution. Yes, there is a story behind it; and no, I will not tell you unless you have my email address. And no, I am not giving it out. Not like anyone who doesn't have my email address ever ghosts by my profile. Oh well. I, the monarch of solitary confinement, do confess that reigning in isolation is a choice; and that my solitude may be interspersed with company that comes by but may not stay. Signed, The Willfully Regnant Jackass Queen.
Goodnight, amigos and amigas of the unknown world. May we meet again, though not right away.
In other news, why do people put lowercase Q's in the place of lowercase G's? They are four keys and one row apart! Do they not realize how absolutely and ridiculously stupid it looks? It's not cool, and it stopped being a trend in 2008. Now you're not just a retard; you're also outdated.
I mean, I can understand it if you're new to the language. At least then you're just trying to communicate with someone who doesn't speak your own. (But seriously, get a teacher.)
So, here we are, April Fools' Day; a time at which jackasses who deserve a kick in the knickers victimize anyone they see. If you see funny signs in your hometown, just know this. My brother helped kick that idea into execution. Yes, there is a story behind it; and no, I will not tell you unless you have my email address. And no, I am not giving it out. Not like anyone who doesn't have my email address ever ghosts by my profile. Oh well. I, the monarch of solitary confinement, do confess that reigning in isolation is a choice; and that my solitude may be interspersed with company that comes by but may not stay. Signed, The Willfully Regnant Jackass Queen.
Goodnight, amigos and amigas of the unknown world. May we meet again, though not right away.
LOL! I absolutely adore this! It's hilarious, smart...
ReplyDelete...in fact, too smart for me. I'll need a dictionary to interpret some of those big words. But that's what makes it funny, too!
Why, thank you! :)
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