
So in other words, you DON'T want to smell like a computer.
Unless it's mine, which smells like I do.
Considering that I shower twice a day, it doesn't really smell at all.



Seriously, though, why don't the parents simply open the door to his room?
Maybe the son is dead, and they simply won't accept his death, and they're using what little sanity they have left to type this one last email. Maybe they did realize he's dead, and by "Come downstairs" they mean to come down from the Afterlife, and join them for one last Dinner together as a family. Or maybe the parents are just @#$% dumb, who knows?

No, you can't. Firstly, this was written in 1995, and back then, not many people had those things. Yes, you can tape a movie from cable TV, but no you can't "fax" anything from a VCR to anything, even a CD-ROM, also, a CD-ROM couldn't possibly hold a whole movie without severe quality loss, and even then, you can't Email a file that @#$% huge, and certainly not to a Cell Phone, which wouldn't even hold that much data in the first place.
And even if you could do all that, you'd still be doing something illegal. Of course, I've downloaded my fair share of Torrents, so nobody's really gonna care.
I know, I'm obsessive, aren't I?

Apparently, David thinks that life is an RPG where your name can only be four characters long.
If that were the case, I'd be Rita, even though I'm a guy.

How on earth do you tattoo something there anyways?

Hot dog, a lobotomy! Maybe he'll need a new kidney to play the latest WoW expansion.


You try to download Sims 3, BAM! You get a baby.
Ah well, at least there are Safe Haven laws.


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