I have started visiting http://www.veganlunchbox.blogspot.com. I am not a vegan. I have no intention of becoming a vegan. That did not stop me scrolling through every single blogspot entry that the author has made sicne its conception several years ago. The pictures are a visual treat.
And you can consider this "anything comment" a frrebie, as you deserve no comments, for not having written anything in over three years. Where has Jimlad gone to? France? They have no internet in France, only cheese.
I tried to write, but when I found an internet café and went in, they asked me what sort of cheese I would like. "Don't be fooled by the name" they said, "We don't just sell internet cheese here." I tried to explain, but they said, "Je ne comprend pas! Quelle est la fromage?"
"What? Isn't that yoghurt?" I said, and left. I heard them arguing over the correct way to spell yogourt as I left, but ignored their "pff"s and "boff"s and moany hand movements.
Before the French, no one knew you could moan with a delicate hand motion. No one had ever thought of it. They are very clever.
The increased rate of typos is a side effect of having to take an idea, a logical thought, using it as an anchor for your entire reasonable mind, and then cut it free. I require anyone who wishes to engage with me in conversation to unhinge their mind from the trap of sense and reality.
If you still don't know how to do this, it is simple. Look, here is another way.
Take a single moment in time, make it stretch for an eternity, and then squash it. Into little scrunchy bits. Easy.
I hear this also helps you if you have a genetic condition that prevents you from standing and talking simultaneously. Next time you are talking to me in public (it sounds rude when I say it like that) you should try it. Boot your brain away and just stand up and talk to me.
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I have started visiting http://www.veganlunchbox.blogspot.com. I am not a vegan. I have no intention of becoming a vegan. That did not stop me scrolling through every single blogspot entry that the author has made sicne its conception several years ago. The pictures are a visual treat.
And you can consider this "anything comment" a frrebie, as you deserve no comments, for not having written anything in over three years. Where has Jimlad gone to? France? They have no internet in France, only cheese.
There is something about jimlad that makes me type a lot of typos.
Perhaps I am secretly in love with him and therefore inclined to go all goofy in his (internet) presence.
Mmmm, presents. I would like a bento box.
I tried to write, but when I found an internet café and went in, they asked me what sort of cheese I would like. "Don't be fooled by the name" they said, "We don't just sell internet cheese here." I tried to explain, but they said, "Je ne comprend pas! Quelle est la fromage?"
"What? Isn't that yoghurt?" I said, and left. I heard them arguing over the correct way to spell yogourt as I left, but ignored their "pff"s and "boff"s and moany hand movements.
Before the French, no one knew you could moan with a delicate hand motion. No one had ever thought of it. They are very clever.
The increased rate of typos is a side effect of having to take an idea, a logical thought, using it as an anchor for your entire reasonable mind, and then cut it free. I require anyone who wishes to engage with me in conversation to unhinge their mind from the trap of sense and reality.
If you still don't know how to do this, it is simple. Look, here is another way.
Take a single moment in time, make it stretch for an eternity, and then squash it. Into little scrunchy bits. Easy.
I hear this also helps you if you have a genetic condition that prevents you from standing and talking simultaneously. Next time you are talking to me in public (it sounds rude when I say it like that) you should try it. Boot your brain away and just stand up and talk to me.
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