Hello Diary,
How are you? I’m fine, thank you. How is everything there in Diaryland? Are the skies sunny and clear? The grass fresh, soft, and green? The trees noble, the birds musical, and the young lasses blossoming volcanoes of sexual pleasure? I hope so, I really like Diaryland. It’s a lot better than here in Humanland. It’s very hot here. I’m homeless and umemployed, and right now the heat is even debilitating the computer, making its tiny fan spin very, very fast, to a sickening and dangerous speed! If it were a hamster treading on a wheel (as I suspect), it would surely expire from a tiny hamster exhaustion, maybe even a heart attack! Poor little hamster! All the hard work, and for what? Then the computer would start to smell, a smell that would only be expounded by the abysmal and oppressive heat. But how DARE I call the heat oppressive! The heat isn’t keep a tiny hamster entrapped in a small computer shell, forcing it to run around and around on its hamster tread wheel to run the fan to keep the computer “cool” and “comfortable”, so we can download pornographic images as we please! The heat is surely not oppressive, but We Are! We the pornographers and music stealers of the world who use computers and abuse the tiny hamsters trapped inside them. I hope this truth haunts your remaining days and follows you to your grave and then some…
ANYway, Diary, everyhting’s fine. Really. It is. I’m hungry. I’m gonna eat. Thanks, and be well! Say hi to Mrs Diary for me, and all the little leaflets!
-Me
1 comment:
I just noticed all the adds in that big tower to the right speak of hamsters, hamster supplies, hamster toys. Reading this rant about hamsters, I now know why. Evil google, evil evil google...
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