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Yes, the odds are insurmountable for the occurance to take place but then you think 'hey I'm fucking special and the universe loves me the most because I see the world in a totally unique way and nobody is as great as I am so maybe I am the one and it will happen and that's the bottom line because Stone Cold said so.'
Then it doesn't happen. Life becomes more and more mundane, you realize that your previous thoughts of greatness were delusions of grandeur and nothing more then you eventually stab yourself in the eye with a potato and have an epileptic fit while chewing a bundle of wool shouting "STROBE! STROBE! LOBES! AHAHAHAH! FISH FINGERS!".
All the kids called him "LITTLE WOODEN FEET" over and over and over til he was like "FUCK THIS SHIT I'LL SHOW YOU GUYS" and went off and founded a major religion all while pretending he was wearing bad sandals. AND THEY STILL LAUGHED AT HIM.
If everyo0ne in the world tried at it at the same time, one thousand times an hour for four hours a day, seven days a week, 34 weeks a year for 8 years...I'd laugh.