Friday, April 01, 2011

4.1.2011 announcement

I've gotten so depressed by continuing nasty comments from "Josy", the Anon guy, that I've decided to delete the blog.
I considered suicide, but then I thought: "hell, they won't get me that easy."
See ya, it's been fun.


eolake said...

April fool.

What would Josy do if I went? There is nobody else in the blogger sphere as intelligent and erudite as me to hassle. I couldn't do it to him.

AnotherAnonymous said...

Had me going there for a few seconds. Unfortunately as an April Fool jokes, it's 90 minutes too late.
I wonder whether 'Josy' is disappointed too. I always figured that 'she' was nothing more than an alter-ego you had created for 'effect'

Anonymous said...

Eolake, be a man and put that shotgun in your mouth!

eolake said...

Yeah, I dunno, I don't wanna end up like one of those guys with half a head.

eolake said...

BTW, Google's one is totally hil.

"To send a message, lick a stamp and place it down." LOL!

Don't miss the graphic:

eolake said...

And see the one for making flow charts:

Pascal [P-04referent] said...

I immediately knew you'd opt for the most widespread means of suicide: traveling forward in time until you reach the end of your natural life.
You're right, it IS depressing, to think we're all doomed sooner or later. Heck, some of us might not even live to be 100!
Some opt to roll down this valley of tears, some blast themselves to outer space, and most of us losers just sit there, or slowly stroll down, secretly hoping that a flash flood will come up and wash them away with even less effort than what little they're willing to spend.

BTW, Eo, my little nephew's shotgun is still working - albeit barely. One of the triggers is still not broken, and the sound circuit still fuctions when you know just how to work it. In case you're not afraid of the taste of plastic... we COULD humor our ol' buddy Dave.
(And the neighborhood's whore. }:-)

Last Xmas, I put a whole log in my mouth. The hardest part was to fend off all the other gluttons who wanted me to share. But 6 year-olds aren't too tough to repel.

"I don't wanna end up like one of those guys with half a head."
You mean, like this merry guy? He doesn't look too depressed. Hey, maybe I should try it. Here, sonny, lend me that shotgun, will you? Come on... I'll give you some