Outpost is getting slower day by day...
I guess 100 posts is like getting past the GRAND AGE of 50 AKA FIFTEH!!!
You simply refuse to wake up and acknowledge that you should have been awake at 6PM to jog in the darn garden which is just a long stretch of TARMAC. Which stands for "Terrestially Atuned Replica of Mono-leaved beings, Actually Concrite" Which just means it looks like grass, feels like grass, tastes like grass(the Ad said so, you never tried) but is actually some polyester-fribrocarbontuber glop in reality.
Nor do you wish to acknowledge the fact that (hopefully) you have been living with a person of the opposite gender, whom you very well know inside out and have no interest in investigating anymore, for the last 20 years. This means in a crude, Americanic way, YOU NEED TEH VIAGRA, NOW.
Nor do you wish to acknowledge the fact that you have probably had a few kids, who are robbing you while they booze away drunk and so sex-xed (A word: FUXXED) to the point when the females are ripping off their fallopian tubes(ouch) and the males are having their balls so overused, it's so empty that they be virtual black holes in there. All these while in University.
Sigh. You wish you could go out, enjoy teh bright sun, but in truth, you know very well that thanks to the increasing dangerous contents in the thing that should be called air(but isn't, because it contains some killer elements from whoknowsthehellwhere), once you look at the sun, you die. The AIR(Anthrax, Iridium, Radiation) will dissolve you into Soup of The Unlife.
So there you have it, no sun. Well, at least you have the money in the bank that you can go and spend on holidaying in the Bahamas. What's this? Bahamas has been eaten by Radioactive Killer sperm Whales? OH NO!
Oh well, you could go get out that Wii Advance SP Plasma ThingaPLUS and play some games. Oh ACK! Your back! It aches.
Perhaps a trip to the moon would do some good. But nooo... The Government claims that the moon is too waste filled and cannot be used. It's probably some ProtoRaptor Experiment went wild.
Ah well. Maybe you could go back to sleep and just avoid the age of 50. After all, tomorrow is your appointment with the TechnoWrathi MediCorps, who have been so gracious as to let you take enough of their Nano-Cellular UR or Universal Restorative to let you rid yourself of the back aches, the lack of a penis' sensation(It's like a Christmas Tree, dead from root up and the balls are decor) and of course, the damn wrinkles. ( For the damn idiots who have no idea, this means you are getting 30 years younger)
Now you may actually have a chance at sleeping with your daughter's friends. Even your daughter perhaps. Oh dear. Oh yes.
Too bad your wife isn't getting any. But, hey! Polygamy is legal and encouraged! All thanks to the Freedom Treaty. ( And the fact that a Xenocidal X'mas wiped out 80% of the male population)
Oh well, back to bed. And OH, Mars does look a lot closer nowadays. Maybe you ought to go there some day. I hear they are making a mess of it like Pre-Earth.
This Post has no relation to anything at all except that this idea has been given birth from the EnginSeer's pondering of the world's future. You may NOT copy this idea.
Yea, it's that bad. LOL
No idea how it grew into this super long weirdo essay. But I like it.
