  kf: thanks for the charcoal tablets. nine times out of ten when you've got a gastric ache in a train, standing up, you really want to curl up and keep squeezing your stomach like an overly adorable new pet never destined to live through the next forty eight hours. i almost became a gymnast, but your timely arrival at the bus terminus after almost an hour of pure gastric agony furnished me enough of those stupid tablets to feel... better. you are my saviour. cy: apparently, your cultural theories are very 1988. get over it: sure, sonic youth turned alternative into top 40, but you don't have to gloat over it. stereolab also made weirdness cool in the 1990s bop-style, but i don't really care. pat: i don't say this often, but get a lobotomy. you don't really talk, do you, you're programmed to produce noise that is interpreted by human brains as raving, almost incoherent series of words clumped to almost sound cohesive albeit too fast to catch.
if you slow down a bit, you'll realise that you are reading the jungle book by rudyard kipling backwards ten chapters at a time. as for charmaine "imelda" miranda: one, if kenn is too shy to personally ask you out to attend a human anatomy seminar (where the guestbooks are particularly fascinating, i hear) and you feel smug about it, you don't show it to the entire world, just like a teenager who discovers that he's got a nine inch floppy doesn't go waving it at his aunties.
or a prata man able to fry a few eggs start shouting "humpty dumpty" at the top of his voice hoping the prime minister will come begging for an autograph. or the inventor of buttered toast... never mind. two, john cena sucks. but that doesn't make the undertaker a saint, either. i like evil people, not a bloody spokesman for the hip-hop community or a guy who proves his manliness by swinging a bike chain around like a pathological criminal yields an axe.
but sucking more than a vacuum cleaner on full speed, that comparison is a little light. he sucks more than a hyperbolic cyclist on steroids trying to inflate his butt with helium for air drag. stupid physics laws. me: note to self: keep telling myself i am a qualified genius and somehow try to live to eighty deceiving myself. i'm pretty good at lying. 
