As the week begins to come to an end, one cannot help but become to be influenced by the bizarre southern influence of Kentucky in the area. Due to this influence, I will have to reform to note: "The Bluegrass is coming! The Bluegrass is coming!"
In light of that horrific news, there is no hope. Run you fools, especially those fuzzy studies majors who fear the corruption of your language. On second thought, all of you Texans have corrupt enough English as is.
*insert abrupt change in strategy*
Flee the Bluegrass Music! Flee the Bluegrass Music! It is the elixir of salt water for your soul! Drink it and you will never appreciate good music again! The best you will ever know is God-awful country!
The fact of the matter is the Moby Dick will be exploring the greater meanings of BNF. In fact, I think it's time for a digital logic lesson for one and all. On second thought... I think all might be better referenced by Microsoft, who truly represents all irrational thought much better than the UN. Well... maybe not much better, but more efficiently in any event.
If not for Microsoft, we might all be shipping our data like oil.
Due to the fact that my stock in Cheez Whiz just went up... I think it's time to relocate to the land of the Gnomes. Until next time, remember:
"No matter where you goes
the cheese is squishy in your toes!"