What is our purpose in life? What are we to accomplish in such a vast society, let alone such an incredibly boundless plane of existance!
And how do I discover said purpose? We are fed reasons to be "successful" by our elders and fellow humans, but what is out actual purpose?
I think we are destined to find out one day, and then we will be rewarded for our perserverence in the subject by eternal bliss and happiness.
Every item could be a clue to the secret of existance, to the puzzle of life. Each hint must be thoroughly scrutinized, and carefully analyzed lest we lose it!
Yes it is! My whole life has been a giant charade of melancholy deceipt. I've only had five warm meals, and every animal I have ever come into contact with has given me rabies and died!
Well--
It was my birthday today, and as if being sick my entire life wasn't enough, I found out I have cancer! Today was the first time I've ever been laid, and it was by a male doctor onto my deathbed!
Heya. I was just wondering what the sqare root of 50 was.
Well, it's somewhere around seven. Just a little more because seven is the square root of 49. If you have to be exact, though, I can pull up a calculator.
No, that's fine. Hey, what game are you playing, anyways?
I'm not superstitious, but I have a funny feeling about not remailing chain letters.
I mean, they know where I live, so they could really do something bad if they found out I didn't send it to someone else.
At the bottom here, it says "Total Cost: $14,000.00". I'll mail it to someone else if it will cost me that much for not doing so. That's pretty smart though, disguising it as a bill.
Well class, today we're going to try something new. Whenever we would say the word "get", we say "screw", and whenever we would say "that", we say "me".
Oh! I seem to have dropped my pencil. Could you pick it up please, Michael?