I can officially prove once and for all who Sweatie Pie is. Seriously. I can.
I would just like to make a few comments first. There's a strange dependency found in nature. It occurs when to forces of nature clash. Despite all the effort spent fighting each other, they actually need each other. Where would the policeman be without the robber? He wouldn't have a job. Where would the robber be without the policeman? His ill-gotten gains would just be stolen by another.
I call it the hunter/hunted paradox, and it's the quandary I find myself in right now. It's obvious Sweatie Pie needs us. Without us plugging away at our keyboards, sharing our lives, he/she would have nothing to ridicule and therefore no meaning in life. In this respect we should all pity him/her. By the same token, where would we be without Sweatie Pie? We would only have earnest people writing comments, and let's just be honest, that's not as fun.
Plus I'm blackmailing the Pie for financial gain.
Tuesday, April 25, 2006
I have the proof.
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3 comments:
If Sweatie Pie is truly who we think he is, I can guarantee that you will get no financial gain from blackmailing him...
The Pie as so called, will never be squandered, blackmailed, muzzled, stopped, slowed, be subject to inquiry. For I, as the pie will live on in secrecy, fullfilling your blogs with heartfelt diatribe. I will let your shadow be seen only due to my light. Your jelly, needs this peanut butter, You toes needs this jam, and your belly buttons need this lint. For if YOUR balloons don't have my helium, they won't rise to greatness.
The pie lives, maybe in infamy, but none-the-less she lives. She lives for you. Another mask of secrecy will be used, but the beauty will still be seen.
LONG LIVE THE PIE!
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