So, domination huh...stop thinking like it's a kinky thing...you know you want it.
However, that is not the kind of domination I wish to speak off. I am simply puzzeled as to how my body finds an endless stowaway of energy to stay up till three every morning and then resume life back at 9 (Yes, I wake up at nine. Yes I work in an ad firm).
What am I doing till three in the morning? Oh...you know just waiting up to see whether the ghost of the dead girl whose message I refused to share with 5000 friends decides to show up. I mean what if she did, I obviously need to be a good ghost host. Don't need some silly preggers teen ghost thinking I can't offer them my soul to reap. I mean how insulting would it be if she turned up and I wasn't ready to serve her to damnation.
I mean seriously, what is with all this 'kapoosh' ( something I made up, because screw you that's why) about sharing and forwarding nonsense. I will do it if I want to. I mean I want to share a funny buzzfeed food porn post than I will. But don't fill my news feed with kapoosh about how a devotion filled like can cure cancer and turn everyone in vegans and save all the animals (Earth day is over in my country).
These things make Facebook sound like a douchebag dictator...like this and only then will I cure this child of his tumour; until then your newsfeeds will be full of hideous pictures of pus and mucus supplementing a tormented child with a tumour on his eye or something. You say there is no God...how dare you...Facebook is God...it can cure cancer and other such diseases ( with horrid pictures) using only your likes. Screw you science...you're too slow for the Facebook generation!
And of course, there are those like me who just scroll below...you monster! Hey man, if you want to comment on my weight get the F*** in line.
Moving on to the most detested part of Facebook. Everyone has friends who are crazy gamers and I am not talking COD or Halo or even the Sims( you say a word and I shall kill you...sims style). I mean farmville, pet shit saga and of course the 2013 farmville...Candy Crush. To those of you who deny having played candy crush...liars!
I stopped playing the nonsense several months ago, but to those of you who haven't, good for you. However, stop wasting my time. You want a f****** life? Go get it man...I ain't god...I ain't got time for' tha'.
I am more busy spending my time playing quiz up. Proving that my wisdom is beyond an American's is crucial, admitting defeat as an Indian in the spelling section is a hard no and laughing at begginers in the field is some what satisfying. To all those of you who answer randomly while playing...here is a big middle finger for wasting my precious time which I could have utilised crushing some unsuspecting nitwit at level 5. Muhahahaha!
What...screw you...I didn't ask you to read this.
Anyway, I got to get back and defeat some more unsuspecting quiz up players from around the world.
Seriously, they have no idea what is coming at them.
Blogging Out! Ain't nobody got time for that...ain't nobody...ain't nobody...ain't nobody got time for that.
Support the ain't nobody got time for that rap.
Or don't, who cares.
Ain't nobody got time for anything anyway!
However, that is not the kind of domination I wish to speak off. I am simply puzzeled as to how my body finds an endless stowaway of energy to stay up till three every morning and then resume life back at 9 (Yes, I wake up at nine. Yes I work in an ad firm).
What am I doing till three in the morning? Oh...you know just waiting up to see whether the ghost of the dead girl whose message I refused to share with 5000 friends decides to show up. I mean what if she did, I obviously need to be a good ghost host. Don't need some silly preggers teen ghost thinking I can't offer them my soul to reap. I mean how insulting would it be if she turned up and I wasn't ready to serve her to damnation.
I mean seriously, what is with all this 'kapoosh' ( something I made up, because screw you that's why) about sharing and forwarding nonsense. I will do it if I want to. I mean I want to share a funny buzzfeed food porn post than I will. But don't fill my news feed with kapoosh about how a devotion filled like can cure cancer and turn everyone in vegans and save all the animals (Earth day is over in my country).
These things make Facebook sound like a douchebag dictator...like this and only then will I cure this child of his tumour; until then your newsfeeds will be full of hideous pictures of pus and mucus supplementing a tormented child with a tumour on his eye or something. You say there is no God...how dare you...Facebook is God...it can cure cancer and other such diseases ( with horrid pictures) using only your likes. Screw you science...you're too slow for the Facebook generation!
And of course, there are those like me who just scroll below...you monster! Hey man, if you want to comment on my weight get the F*** in line.
Moving on to the most detested part of Facebook. Everyone has friends who are crazy gamers and I am not talking COD or Halo or even the Sims( you say a word and I shall kill you...sims style). I mean farmville, pet shit saga and of course the 2013 farmville...Candy Crush. To those of you who deny having played candy crush...liars!
I stopped playing the nonsense several months ago, but to those of you who haven't, good for you. However, stop wasting my time. You want a f****** life? Go get it man...I ain't god...I ain't got time for' tha'.
I am more busy spending my time playing quiz up. Proving that my wisdom is beyond an American's is crucial, admitting defeat as an Indian in the spelling section is a hard no and laughing at begginers in the field is some what satisfying. To all those of you who answer randomly while playing...here is a big middle finger for wasting my precious time which I could have utilised crushing some unsuspecting nitwit at level 5. Muhahahaha!
What...screw you...I didn't ask you to read this.
Anyway, I got to get back and defeat some more unsuspecting quiz up players from around the world.
Seriously, they have no idea what is coming at them.
Blogging Out! Ain't nobody got time for that...ain't nobody...ain't nobody...ain't nobody got time for that.
Support the ain't nobody got time for that rap.
Or don't, who cares.
Ain't nobody got time for anything anyway!
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