everyone must be underneath the beds with chicken little on the grittle. no wonder theyre thinking the pies are falling.
i have come to the reasonable conclusion that i am the only important and semi-relevant homosapien left on the entire planet.


robots are unable to think, thusly your vague mechanical contractions are not pertinent. and i suffer from hallucinations of grandeur.
but at least i dont think i have a monopoly on the smarty pants business like some people
oh boy, i would love to kick their cans them and the monkey businessmen