I hate those three magical words "rain, no play" that can unite a country in saying "STOP FUCKING RAINING!" Then again, we need the rain. It keeps the rabbits out.
Anyway. Welcome back to the CJ Curry Experience. The only M-rated blog with its own orchestra and theme music, and the only M-rated blog that calls itself pretentious.
Today we present the post that is guaranteed to offend, shock, and otherwise just plain piss off. If you're Tasmanian, look away.
I live with a bunch of people. They're all about my age, and they're good people. Good people are good to find. ...or is that hard people? Either way, I like you guys. You're the only people I know that can take tequila and turn it into something remotely drinkable.
I study with a bunch of people. They're all about my age, and they're good people. Good people are good to find. ...or is that hard people? Either way, I like you guys. You're the only people I know that can make nerdy jokes about mathematics and get away with it.
I no longer work with a bunch of people. Hi, bunch of people I no longer work with!
I can't think of any other bunches of people. Three bunches is plenty, anyway. I say this not because you need to know that simple fact, but because I like the word "bunch" (I like a lot of words. English is pretty cool sometimes (though not when you start floundering and stuttering and junk like that (junk is also a word I like, you know (oh grow up, it's a word that means "rubbish" (yes, I realise I'm writing these brackets a whole bunch (there it is again, that magic (well, nearly magic) word "bunch"), but it's better than footnotes) and is used every day to mean "trash"), I think it has something to do with the letter K (look at this, turning into Sesame Street) or maybe just how the letters are arranged) which I do a lot because I often speak before I think) which kinda makes it superior to other languages). I also like footnotes, but footnotes in paragraphs like these would make them look far too much like Mark Z Danielewski's House Of Leaves.
Yes. That was a plug.
Yes. I like that book.
Yes. You must buy it.
Yes. You must buy me a sandwich.
Yikes, it's taken me half an hour to write this. I have laundry to do. Bye now!
So anyway, about those Tasmanians...