27/APR/2010
A day like any other day minus the 50-80% of the first bit, was boring, lie anything else we do it’s because we have to, not because we want to nor does it simulate us into wanting to do more, most people are just happy being bored all day doing something then come home to do nothing having nothing generally planned and be fine with it, it makes little or no sense but that’s what general life is, unless you’re in that 10% group of people that get money from your enjoyment.
A carrot named Mike loved her job; she got to do what she wanted. Yes, she Mikeatina, she loved to grow and she got paid for it she did so well at growing, by growing 18 feet in 2 days she got promoted to super-compost, which meant she got extra pay for doing the same job made easier, unfortunately she grew so large an estimated 45.4 feet she got sliced up and eaten, so never do well at anything it’ll only get thrown back in your face.
Another vegetable that wasn’t a vegetable but in fact a humanoid named Thomp who was actually a dogoid, went ‘le woof, le woof’, he was French and lived in Sao Paulo a hidden city like Atlantis but not underwater but under The Eiffel Tower, Sao Paulo was a one sentenced colony where everyone would only say one sentence due to poor education, eight days a week they would not go to school, instead they’d rather go to the local corner shop, not just the children but everyone in Sao Paulo, and they all got their education from this one corner shop owner, imported from Russia, the only French phrase he know was ‘aucuns mercis, je n'ai pas besoin d'un petit cheval’ which roughly translated to ‘no thanks, I don’t need a small horse’ and because Thomp knew ‘le woof’ he was worshipped and given Gold from all across the land and given more Gold [Symbol: Au, Atomic number: 79, Atomic weight: 196.96655+1] and other cool stuff that would come in useful if he would want to buy stuff.
He thought one day he’d be a good dog, by saying to himself ‘I want to be a good dog’ and bought everyone a flower and a bone to entertain the people of this land if they happened to be bored, while sitting on a table in a big room with others doing stupid boring meaningless work. In all other cases, the time that they may be bored they all got a fully working magnetic travel edition of Jeremy Clarkson and if they were stuck in Manchester, Woking or a Fishpond with surrounding grassland they got a fully working travel edition of a weighing machine that could only work out 50g of Tableismism [Symbol: Tb, Atomic number: 79, Atomic weight: 196.96655+1]. Everyone was very happy with him as leader, so happy in fact all their heads exploded, killing Thomp in the process...damn for him.