The God of Stupid Fucking Spam Threads that Don't Die.
He is thoroughly appeased by the I'm Not Your Buddy, Friend thread. I pray to his immortal enemy, The God of Stupid Fucking Spam Threads that Do Die every night, requesting that he finally prevail.
The god that gets your headphone cords hooked on some part of your bike while you're locking it so that when you stand up it pops them out of your ears and wraps around some dirty part of your bike so that you need to wipe them off before you put them back in your ears.
The God of Romantic Spite. This is the being who makes sure that when you're lonely and single, your dating prospects are bone dry, but when you finally do get a girl/boyfriend with whom you're happy, the interested males/females come out in droves lamenting vocally your non-single status.
The god of damning them all, I was told
We'd cruise the seas for American gold
We'd fire no guns! Shed no tears!
Now I'm a broken man on a Halifax pier
The last of Barrett's privateers.
The god that sits you behind a bitchy fat woman on an airplane, and her recline function is broken, allowing her chair to recline all the way back into your knees, and she never returns the seat back up, not even when she's stuffing her fat face with food, and she gets really pissed at you when you try to move, because the tops of your knees push back into her chair and wake her up, so she threatens you by telling you that you "don't want to rumble with me", and so you decide to be a spiteful little prick by pushing into the back of her seat with your knees every 15 minutes for the ten hours you have left in the flight and make sure that you forcefully grab the top of her chair when getting up and returning to your seat after every hourly bathroom break you take, also out of spite.
That god decided to spite me on a 14 hour flight once. Whatever I did to him before, it made him really angry.
The God of spell check is known too make sum errors from time two time... that's why a spell checker is know match four a well-sharpened human mined. Their are sum errors that just don't get picked up.
See? All I've typed is correct.. my spell checker tolled me sew.
Ya but I'm twelve. Most kids my age barely have a mind, let alone a sharpened one. Add this to my lack of spelling ability normally, subtract spell check, and... add the five ... carry the one.... and you all have headaches.
The God of Spell Check rules. He keeps your head from imploding.
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He is thoroughly appeased by the I'm Not Your Buddy, Friend thread. I pray to his immortal enemy, The God of Stupid Fucking Spam Threads that Do Die every night, requesting that he finally prevail.
That guy gets me at least once a week.
Seriously, is there any ecstasy greater than getting out of the shower, and embracing your warm towel, all over your body?
Oh yeah, that's the stuff.
We'd cruise the seas for American gold
We'd fire no guns! Shed no tears!
Now I'm a broken man on a Halifax pier
The last of Barrett's privateers.
That god decided to spite me on a 14 hour flight once. Whatever I did to him before, it made him really angry.
ALSO, the god of run-on sentences.
Man I love that god!
See? All I've typed is correct.. my spell checker tolled me sew.
The God of Spell Check rules. He keeps your head from imploding.