It’s over. By the way, I stole this link from the great Boing-Boing. Put headphones on I guess, if you’re gonna watch this around your place of employment, it’s got some foul language in it, then I suppose you should tell your loved ones how important they are to you, pack a bag and move out of your home, into the woods and begin subsisting off the land and befriending bears like Grizzy Adams because society is over. We’ve come to the end of the internet. Funny, us going out like this- some little girl, calling me the n-word, telling me off, then telling me to, if I have a response, say it to her face, or her motherf-ing my space.
Well, I don’t play like that. I will respond, all day as a matter of fact, however, it will be behind her back, to my friends, and then, perhaps if I’m feeling up to it, in writing at some other time- like this.
Dear Lil J:
Hey. What up. As per your suggestion, I am writing because I have something to say. However, I am bypassing saying it to your face and hitting up your myspace. The things I have to say are as follows.
Nice shirt. I see it depicts some kind of beach. There’s an umbrella one uses at the beach along with a palm tree. I’ve had shirts like that in the past and have always enjoyed them. Yours looks to be saying something about some island, but I can’t make it out because of your hair. What island is it? You know what a cool island with a beach is? Long Beach Island off the New Jersey Shore. You should check it out. Also, I hear Block Island is nice too.
Also, shut the fuck up cause I DON’T play and I WILL drop you and then walk to jail! You think you roll hard? You don’t know shit, bitch.
Okay, thanks and again, cool shirt.
Yours In Christ,