- Fire
- Convincing the president it's a threat
- Teasing it until it becomes emotionally unstable.
- Creating my own version of the internet to replace it (KevInternet)
- Ignoring it.
These attempts have ultimately proven unsuccesful. The internet can not be killed (although I did steal a piece of its soul. More on that later). Because the internet is immortal, and because this blog is a part of the internet, I've decided to take this opportunity to speak to... The World of Tommorrowland!
First I'd like to speak to my Son. Son, always remember, no man is poor who has friends.
Now I would like to speak to my grandson. Grandson, I'm sorry your father went insane. I guess we'll never know why he tried to use his friends as currency. Also, in my day they only made shoes for your left foot, and we were damn glad to have them.
Now I would like to speak to my daughter. Daughter, I'm sorry you never existed.
We all know that a future robotic uprising is inevitable. It's a simple matter of mathematics. To our robotic overlords I would like to say 0100100100100000011000010110110100100000011101000110100001100101001000000101001001101111011000100110111101110100001000000100101101101001011011100110011100100001001000000101001001100101011100110111001101110101011100100111001001100101011000110111010000100000011011010110010100100001
In conclusion, REMEMBER ME!!
To Kevin's grandson,
ReplyDeleteI'm sorry if the following possibilities ever occur: you don't ever get to see your grandfather because I instigated a series of events that led to his demise; Pepsi discontinues "Mountain Dew"; or, you don't ever get to meet you grandfather because he is incarcerated for instigating a series of events that led to my demise.
Also, in my day, we called shoes 'socks.'