Then there was a terrible storm.
God I love doing this.
This above mechanic I just performed makes me a killjoy. A killjoy is one who spoils the enthusiasm or fun of others. Did not copy that from http://www.thefreedictionary.com/killjoy at all. And also I didn't even bother to change the font at all. And I just realised the address bar has the exact same font as the default font in this textbox, so copying and pasting from the address bar makes the font revert to normal size. Nice. All those irrelevant things in life now make perfect sense. If I said that these few sentences were absolute sarcasm would I contradict myself? Love the internet.
This above mechanic I just performed makes me a killjoy.
God I love doing this.
So it was another sunny day. I went to my friend's condo to trade harddisks. For safety and security reasons I will not expose my friend's true name. Instead we shall use two randomly picked initials like V and J. This of course has nothing to do with the person whose name would sound like how you will pronounce the alphabets V.J. together. I assure you client confidentially is of utmost importance.
So as I was saying it was another sunny day. And I went to V.J.'s condo to trade harddisks. Trading harddisks was the only reason why i went to V.J.'s condo. I did not had any alternative motives like telling him which cake was nice for V.J.'s upcoming birthday party (toldja the cake was going to be nice) or dropping a hint that I like miranda orange (which idiot drank all the miranda orange during the party? whos the greedy son of a bitch?) or forgetting to tell V.J. everyone hates Coke Zero (sorry guys, i forgot) or surveying the site for possible escape routes in case there was a fire and possible areas to loot in case of earthquakes. Oh yeah happy birthday V.J.
So instead of deviating from the main subject, lets get back to point. So as I was saying it was another sunny day. And I went to his/her (I cannot reveal gender information) condo to trade harddisks. While heading to V.J.'s condo I decided my spider sense was tingling and i needed to use the bathroom to excrete waste. So I requested to use the condo swimming pool toilet, which I termed as a private public toilet. V.J. retorted like a retarded retainee like |-|@|\|531 (Hansel in 1337, the disguise was for client confidentially purposes thus I will not reveal his/her name) that I was wrong and it was a public private toilet.
And guess what? We ended up in a heated argument. My argument is that it was privately owned by the condo, but publicly accessible by people within the condo. Thus the ordering of the adjectives. And his/her argument was that... well I kinda forgot. Hey when you know your opinion is right you kinda shut off your mind to all those rebuttals coz all of them are going to be wrong. Or we can just stick with I forgot.
Then I realised we were arguing about a really really retarded thing. Which could be a subject of legal issue if the term privatization or public toilets was coined for use in the legal department over embezzlement of local investment in condominium toilets, but in the end it wasnt worth arguing about. I am truly sorry I insulted you on this blog by calling you a retarded retainee, I did not mean it. Don't worry you are fine, you are a year 6 student! Unlike |-|@|\|531. Oh yeah btw i could go back and remove the sentence if you want me to. But "retorted like a retarded retainee" rhymes so well it is a really good tongue twister i couldnt bear to delete it.
God I love doing this.
Lol out.
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