Monday, 21 March 2011

The Death of Shockingly Nonsense (and hopefully awful hairstyles)

Good evening men and gentlewomen, you're not welcome :)

So we couldnt decide on a title.

R.I.P Shockingly Nonsense, you will be forever missed.

Here's how it works. I am "That One", and I am henceforth recognised by Blue Font

The "Other One" is henceforth recognised by Red Font

Get over this general speaking. It is NO MORE. FORGET EVERYTHING YOU KNOW AND EVERYTHING YOU HAVEN'T KNOWN. YET. *insert dramatic orchestral suspence-inducing endpiece*

So, "That One", how do you feel about common issues in society?

Like rats tails?

Exactly, all problems in the world today result from a platted piece of hair.

Hi, I'm a rat's tail, I'm attractive and help pick up chicks. LOLjks I'm just a disgusting, lone dready hanging on desperately for dear existence onto the back of some bogans shaved, bleach-white head. Charming.

My boyfriend is getting one. We can't be seen in  public anymore. MY LIFE IS FULL OF TEENAGE ANGST.

BOYfriend? boyfriend? I'll leave then. And go get a ratty. And cause the world even MORE problems. 'Cause I'm just a teenage dirtbag, baby.

A common conundrum which has plagued philosphers for a thousand years:

mullet > ratty ?

ohHELLyes.

Attractiveness decreases -100% after the conception of a ratty. Science has proven. It was written in the bible. Didn't you ever wonder why God didn't have a ratty?

This is why I need your wise words, Other One, you make much sense to my confused, adolescent mind. The world has thus been explained. I have no more questions. I've got life SUSSED. I feel like this is a kool-aid-man moment. ohYEAH. Maybe with the conclusion of this topic it might be time to conclude this topic?

My knowledge hasn't felt this fulfilled since Rebecca Black told me Saturday comes after Friday. I felt like a hopeless, desolate child all these years, until that moment.

Glad :) *yawn* The time for departure has arrived. How contradictory...

Toodle-Ra!