RLilley Wednesday, August
6, 2003
Well, I have eleven words to begin this guide for all you "T" fans out there.
"Don't ever bash the robots ... I SHALL COME AND KILL YOU." It's really
simple to understand. Simply put, I am sick of the bashing of Robots. More
specifically, the Clumsy Robot. it's so frickin' adorable! And you treat it
like trash! Reminds me of the Sour Skittles or whatever the heck they were.
When the girl comes down the stairs and is all "OH MY GOODNESS LOVE ME PAMPER
ME PLEASE SAY I AM THE BEE'S KNEES WHAT IS THAT MAN MAKING FACES AT ME FOR OH
MY AHHHHHH DEATH TO NAZIS AND SCREW FLANDERS." and then the family yells
things like 'WHAT IS SHE? TRASH?!" Yes, I have forgotten my point. Let me
read up ... uh huh ... uh huh ... uh huh. I see. Well, yes. The Clumsy Robot
died because of all of you! YOU AND YOUR MOCKING! Well, maybe he didn't die.
But he is sad. DEPRESSIVELY SAD! Is that even a word? Well, maybe he is just
a tad sad. Hehe. Rhyme.
Back to the point .... (If there ever was one!) I am 'T'ired of everyone
blaming the Robot for the Miner's mistakes or something. It tried its
hardest, and you just yell. YELL. LIKE THE CRAZY BOZOS YOU ARE. STUPID BOZOS.
I'm sorry. I have an anger management program. Err, problem. Wow. I must have
had too much Iced 'T'. Does that make me a cannabal? Regardless, I have
written to the Mayor and demanded that justice be dealt to those mockers. I'm
sick of watching all this robot racism. For all I know, you could all start
kicking the behind of The Letter 'G'. Heck, you already scared away letters
'F', 'J', 'Q', and 'V'! Want to spell visible? WELL YOU CAN'T. YOU SCARED
AWAY THE 'V'. IDIOTS.
Oh, and 'X'. But I may have contributed to that.
Well, I'v ranted, raved and ... ranted long enough. Actions speak louder than
words, so I'm off to hunt each and every one of you down to SLIT YOUR SHOE
LACES SO YOU CAN'T PUT THEM ON. THEN YOU WALK TO YOUR PARKING LOT WITH YOUR
BROKEN DOWN FORD WINDSTAR STEPPING ON BROKEN GLASS SCREAMING "OH DEAR LORD, I
LEFT THE IRON ON." You will then proceed back into your house to find all
your cats on fire or something. Yeah ... that'll show you. THAT'LL SHOW YOU
ALL. YES, YOU. No, not you. Idiot. The dude beside you.
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