The Article: Part 2
Well...
It seems I am back.
Apparently.
Then again this should probably be "An Article: Part 2".
It makes more sense, doesn't it?
Erm.. Here it is.
The An Article: Part 2[edit | edit source]
Ah...
Much better.
So, what's up with you?
Nothin, nothin; same here, same here.
So how are the kids?
Oh.
I must have forgotten I'm writing an article.
Somehow I thought I was on MSN.
Odd..
Why am I writing like a British person when I'm American?
Cause the Brits aren't my favourite people.
Dammit, I've done it again.
This is f****** bulls**t.
Ergh...
I'm being a pain in the arse to myself.
God damn.
I said "arse".
Ass.
Ass.
Ass.
Ass.
Ass.
Ugh..
I gotta get that wedged in my head.
I must be insanium in the cranium or something.
Shit.
I've got that "Insane in the Membrane" song stuck in my head now.
Get...
Out...
Of...
My...
Head...
AGH!!!!
That was a bit dramatic, wasn't it?
Sheesh.
If you thought "Interviewing Yourself" was bad enough.
This is just overkill.
What is this supposed to be about anyway.
The title gives no indication.
It must simply be about an article because the title doesn't lie.
Well occasionally it does.
Like The Epic Mission.
That wasn't EPIC at all.
Not epic.
Nope.
Nehpic, if I've ever saw it.
It's so un-epic, it largely inspired a template, dedicated to not being epic.
That's like getting an award from the President for bombing Washington.
"You suck, but here's a reward."
Freaking bullshit.
Hmmm...
It seems this is going nowhere.
How about I attempt a story.
So there was a man named Jimmy
and he had his best friend Timmy.
His friend stayed the night,
they were out like a light,
and they woke up in Kissimmee.
That's not a story.
It's a limerick.
And I spent all that time finding a word that rhymed with Jimmy and Timmy.
Another go, shall we?
Plain, stupid writings
Stream across a stark-white page
The ramblings behold.
Fock!
That's not a story either.
That's a freaking Haiku.
I'll take a bit of a break and come back.
Just.. click the link below when I'm done...
Okay?