Wee. Rebuilding your workstation is fun!
It allowed me to see that there is a new version of the semagic client available!
wee, go forth and download, w32 users.
The deranged mind of everyone’s favourite ne’er-do-well
The deranged mind of everyone’s favourite ne’er-do-well
Wee. Rebuilding your workstation is fun!
It allowed me to see that there is a new version of the semagic client available!
wee, go forth and download, w32 users.
Fun? Fun?
Are you out of your fucking gourd? Are you off your fucking nut? What in the hell is wrong with you? Rebuilding your workstation is not — and let me be very clear about this — by any stretch of even the grandest of imaginations something that any functional, healthy human could possibly consider to be anything resembling fun.
Do I need to explain this to you? Fun implies pretty girls, drinking, dancing, live music, pretty girls, Keith Fucking Richards whacked out in a coma on the fucking couch even. Fun does not include cutting your hands on steel, getting gritty little fiberglass shards in your eye, or reinstalling Microsoft Windows for the umpteen gazillionth time. That is not fun.
Does your lady know that you think rebuilding your workstation is fun? She’ll stage a fucking intervention for you if she does.
Rebuilding your workstation isn’t fun, it’s an unbelievable fucking annoyance. PC hardware, in production now for over twenty fucking years is still shit. Manufacturers have had decades of practice, and everything they produce still sucks the raw moose cock. The software? Oooh, the software! Of course you have to rebuild your workstation! You must have triggered the autofuck feature! The software is worse than the fucking hardware.
None of that is fun.
Now you may think it’s fun. You may think you’re being all Han Soloish and hot-rodding your very own, personal, desktop Millenium Fucking Falcon. You’re not. You’re fooling yourself. If you actually think it’s fun then you’re not Han Solo. No: you’re the fucking Jiz Mopper in the bathroom of the Mos Eisley cantina. You’re a pathetic little man with serious delusions. You should have suicided when you had the chance, but now you’re stuck debasing yourself and asking for more.
Fun? Fun!? Fun my hairy white ass.
Heather? Heather? Come fix your boy! I think you broke him!
Exactly.
I find this “irony” you speak of intriguing. I would like to subscribe to your newsletter.
Heheh:
Please remove me from this listserv.
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