Ten Minutes of Ahhhhhhhh!

I'm going to start work in ten minutes, so this is an epilogue of my before-work reaction to work. Enjoy.


I have a magical flying car that gets really good mileage. It gets somewhere around seventy miles to the galleon on a full tank at the highest altitude. The thing is, though, that it doesn't really get good mileage because of it's fuel efficiency; it gets good mileage because the sky is faster. If it were on the ground like a normal car, it would get somewhere around fifteen miles to the galleon, not very good at all, so I wonder if the car companies are really doing their job, or if they just decided to forget about fuel efficiency. I guess I'll never know.

That's the trouble with car companies, they never tell you anything. I once went up to a car company's main headquarters, and tried to enter the building only to find that I needed to get  a one-day permit and a valid license just to get through the front door. What a bunch of saps, right. I know I shouldn't be pissed at this, for they have the right to their own privacy, but I should at least have a right to know exactly where the hell the fuel tank is located in my car. I read a news flash the other day that the gas tank was located in a very dangerous place, so maybe that's why they refused to tell anyone about it; it would loose them money.

I'm tired of talking about shit like this, for my brain is getting ready to work. Are you ready to work, mister, or miss?

Now is the time for random stories of joy. I am telling you a random story, listen very carefully and try to understand it. Once upon a time, there was a boy who lived in the slumps of the city. He and his dead mother lived peacefully, worked hard, and sought to improve their life through investments and those sorts of dealings, but since his mother was dead and he was under the adult age, they couldn't follow their dreams, and this made them very sad.

One day, while the little boy was busy working in the fields of the internets, a strange old man came walking up to him and told him that he had a way for a kid like him to invest without being over eighteen years old. Naturally, the kid grew extremely excited and asked for it right away, not forgetting to say please, of course. But the old man refused to give it to the kid and said, "You must get three things for me before I give this to you." The little boy stared at him, eyes sparkling like diamonds, waiting to go right off and get those three things that hadn't even been mentioned yet.

"The first thing you have to get me is...."

Hey, my ten minutes is up. Not bad, some of it is even coherent, nice. Alright, well that experiment went well. Wish me luck in the workplace of internet fame, oh glorious readers. Yes! yes! YES!

Goodbye.