Ok, here is a blast from the past, i cant remember how long ago I did this, but I feel it is relevent on one level or another, meaning of course that it is a complete waste of your time and mine, but that is entirely the point. Oh, and anyone without a sense of humor is strictly forbiden from reading it even though it has no humourous content. I also feel that it will set the tone for this mindless experiment. And without further ado, some more mindless drivel from a moron:

Isn’t that the case with most if not all forums? I mean, how often is it that we as a society get to ramble on as if we are important, and feel as though we are making a contribution to society? How often is it that we use public access to make a point about things such as making a point that no one will read? What is it that prevents us from having the age-old discussion about what is important in the grand scheme of things? Is it the cosmic flapjacks? Or perhaps the tyrant thunderers that we have all come to know so well? Perhaps the wee knippewill of Tyr-na-og can be used to demonstrate my point. One time there was a small being known as the knippewill that loved to flolop through the lands of Tyr-na-og, any way, the point is we floloped, and as we all know, floloping is something only flolopers do, and since no one can accurately describe what floloping is, no one can understand the point of the story, so as I was saying, he, she, or it, or whatever you want to call it, was floloping, and as it floloped the evil nikinikicatungung came up behind the knippewill and bejanzelled it till it couldn’t flolop no more. Now as this progresses it is important to describe what bejanzelled is, bejanzelled is similar to bedazzle, yet not wholly unlike Jazz music, yet is entirely like neither one but both unsimilar as they are to a peculiar shade of yellowish green combined with the smallest touch of periwinkle blue. Now, the nikinikicatungung is a ferocious beast with the teeth of a trollop and the personal hygiene of your average hippie multiplied by 10. And when a nikinikicatungung bejanzelles you, it is a fright to see, smell, and possibly make you wish you were born deaf blind and dumb. Where was I going with this again? Oh well, I suppose no one read to here anyway and whatever I say will not only consequence the sequence of events but rather bore anyone who has read this far, much like political speeches today this sort of rambles on with no defining moment nor conclusory evidence thus marked upon by the fundamentally incoherent yet terribly unfunny ramblings of Dennis Miller. However, it is not entirely fair to mention Dennis Miller without the nikinikicatungung first bejazzelling him so we no longer have to listen to his Monday night ramblings when we are trying to watch a football game never intending to listen to a sad sad comedian trying to fit in were he is not wanted. On that note, that is my spam for now, I hope that I have done this right, as I am fully confidant I have, seeing as how I just wasted an unquestionable amount of time on ridiculous subject matter in an extremely difficult text and spacing that most will never read and never understand anyhow. To those of you who have taken the time to trifle with my small but memorable spam, I say thank you, because were would you be if you had not endeavored to read this wonderful little rambling of my mind? Probably doing something of some importance. But the as the knippewill says, oh please MR nikinikicatungung, please don’t bejazell me, to which the nikinikicatungung says nothing and bejazzells the knippewill anyhow, I make my discreet exit, and bid you all who have read this, adieu, adieu