Do you quiver with delight to see that little "you got mail fatso" icon blazing away at the top of the page, informing you of an unread mail awaiting thine perusal?
Or, do you dread yet another message lambasting your inaneness, informing thee thou art cretinous to the core and that your mere existence pollutes the gene pool and that the collective IQ of all humanity drops noticeably due to your presence upon the planet.
Or, do you lay somewhere between those extremes?
Or, art thou shaking thine head in bewilderment, licking the oil off yer' grubby fingertips prior to replying to this query expressing any of a multitude of possible replies with scathing commentary the most likely communication?
Or something else.
Or, you don't even read this post, bypassing it, thus unaware of the contents within. This last statement is actually meaningless since if this post is not read thou art unaware of any of its contents and this is beginning to wax philosophical so I'm outta here just as confused as ever but joyful in the extreme that the plumber appeared, rectifying the problematic flow of water departing the shanty and I don't have to wash the dishes in the bath tub now and can, again, use the washing machine to cleanse the threadbare rags used to cover Coot's BIG bloated bulbous belly so as not to offend the general public any more than necessary.
Off to marvel at the water swirling down the drain in a most miraculous manner. Oh, as with friction, ensure you thank gravity for it is our friend. A good friend. Well, maybe not if you fall out of an airplane at 30,000 feet without a parachute but, generally, on the whole, gravity is good.
Or, do you dread yet another message lambasting your inaneness, informing thee thou art cretinous to the core and that your mere existence pollutes the gene pool and that the collective IQ of all humanity drops noticeably due to your presence upon the planet.
Or, do you lay somewhere between those extremes?
Or, art thou shaking thine head in bewilderment, licking the oil off yer' grubby fingertips prior to replying to this query expressing any of a multitude of possible replies with scathing commentary the most likely communication?
Or something else.
Or, you don't even read this post, bypassing it, thus unaware of the contents within. This last statement is actually meaningless since if this post is not read thou art unaware of any of its contents and this is beginning to wax philosophical so I'm outta here just as confused as ever but joyful in the extreme that the plumber appeared, rectifying the problematic flow of water departing the shanty and I don't have to wash the dishes in the bath tub now and can, again, use the washing machine to cleanse the threadbare rags used to cover Coot's BIG bloated bulbous belly so as not to offend the general public any more than necessary.
Off to marvel at the water swirling down the drain in a most miraculous manner. Oh, as with friction, ensure you thank gravity for it is our friend. A good friend. Well, maybe not if you fall out of an airplane at 30,000 feet without a parachute but, generally, on the whole, gravity is good.
