Your avatar scares me. I can see the murder in its eyes. Or maybe it just wants to steal my kidney.
This much we can say for sure: that's no ordinary rabbit.
And I seem to have misplaced my Holy Hand Grenade.
So, since Charlie has finally shown, I'll retract my vote, as he doesn't seem suspicious. Yet.
Unvote: Charlie
Instead,
Vote: jpappy789
Why, you ask? First, no capitalization. While letter case may be one of the more troublesome things introduced into language, effectively doubling the number of symbols that must be memorized when learning a new orthography, as well as adding rules of when to use which case that vary from language to language, we do in fact have certain standards in English, and names are capitalized. Except when they aren't. For example, that French math guy, Pierre de Fermat, the "de" isn't capitalized. "De" means "of" or "from".
Second, what's with the numbers at the end of his name? What is he, a robot? Because if he is, then that's awesome. I say we see if I can integrate his parts and become a cyborg after we lynch him.
Thirdly, "jpappy"? He sounds like a rapper. "Yo, it's J-Pappy all up in da hood, dawg." Not in my hood he ain't, there's only room for my head there. 'Cause it's the hood, you know, on my jacket, see? Nevermind.
Clearly he's stereotyping rappers as robots that can't use proper capitalization just like I stereotype this post. Because I type with two hands, see? Stereo... type...?
Yeah, it's 12:30am here, so I should probably hit the sack before I say anything else inane. Or insane.
Besides, it was J-Pappy's loud rap music (an oxymoron, or just a regular moron?) that covered up the screams of the dying victim as he attempted to signal for help. At least I assume it was a "he". Of course, given all the sexism found in rap lyrics these days, I wouldn't at all be surprised if the victim was actually a "she". Sometimes the lack of respect and equality afforded to the fairer sex by these rappers disgusts me. Of course, this wouldn't have happened if she'd been in the kitchen making us men sandwiches like she was supposed to be.
Don't you love how I don't follow my own advice? I guess that upgrades me from a regular moron to an oxymoron.
(By the way, if I say something that offends someone, it's probably meant as a joke. It's my way of showing how ridiculous racism/sexism/etc. is. Just pretend I'm a character from South Park, or Family Guy. Preferably South Park, since Family Guy is a bunch of Gay Liberal Hippie Communists, and I'll pick Gay Conservative Redneck Fascists over them any day of the week. Of course, my favorite is Asexual Imperialistic Viking Dictatorships, but I don't think there were ever any of those around.)
The funny thing is I'm not nearly this social in the meatworld. But of course that's why I'm here in the first place.
Given that it is now 1:15am, something tells me I'll regret posting this after a good night's sleep restores most of my sanity. My logic is not at it's best right now.
2 + 2 = 10
IN BASE 4 I'M FINE!
