Some of you might have noticed the last blog on this here website was, umm, a bit on the cowardice side. It had tinges of panic and bouts of bitchery mixed in. The one prior was regarding some newly minted HEALTH NUT Fly, with regards to lifestyle. Well, there is a certain “root cause” that spun off a series of unfortunate posts here today, which can and will be easily explained in the paragraphs to follow.
You see, typically, I start my day with brushing my teeth, taking a shower, eating oats and doing pushups—in that order— without deviation. Upon entering my closet, I am instantly robed and caped, so that I might start my day. You see, this morning, I was not caped, nor robed. There was a malfunction with the mechanisms inside of my walk in closet, which caused the instant robing and caping device to malfunction. Not knowing what the consequences of such a disaster might portend, ignorantly, I said “fuck it” and went about my day as if nothing had happened.
As you know, the results were barbaric.
“The Fly” displayed cowardice on a monumental scale, while declaring new diets and metrosexual lifestlye changes that must have made many of you cringe. For that, I am deeply sorrow (Chinese form of saying sorry) and beg for your forgiveness.
However, let the record be known, YOU were not right and I was not wrong. Such talk is against nature; you do understand? Should you go about believing that you are in fact better than “The Fly”, the entire universe might get sucked into a fucking HUGH HENDRY vortex, killing everyone but, ummm, Hugh Hendry. I hope you appreciate how I am simply looking out for your best interests.
In return for my unending generosity (saving your life and the planets existence and all), I am asking for each of you to repay me in a very proper, yet Nigerian, manner. I would like you to email this article to someone who doesn’t read the site, in order to spread the word that today’s events was simply a misunderstanding. You and I shall call it “The Mother of all anomalies.”
I must be going now, as I have a HEAVILY SALTED STEAK (wink, wink) and a flask of WHISKEY waiting for me at the dinner table. After dinner, “The Fly” will drink some port, then move onto firing up the olde [sic] Keurig, where he will consume a minimum of 12 cups of coffee, whilst watching the Asian markets shatter into pieces.
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