I am indebted to George Carlin for this stream. I hope he smiles on me today.
Social Networks are like toilets.
We all dump into it, but let me ask you, when do you eat and drink from it?
Mostly of the time we are so busy shaping and crafting our own shit that we have only just enough time to take quick bites and sips from the porcelain bowl, and usually only choice morsels from friends we semi-trust after we've picked out the corn bits. Corn, its everywhere.
Some people shit really easy. It just comes down the shoot into the bowl in one long, firmly textured sausage.
Others are sick. Their sick shit just sprays out, like diarrhea. Something is defiantly disturbing their digestive tracts.
Still other, like me, are dehydrated, or electrolytically imbalanced, or not getting enough love fiber.
Every shit takes too long. We wait and wait, and it is painful coming out, this shit.
It's called constipation, writer's block, artistic distraction, displacement, whatever. It's all :descriptors for shitting.
Now, if somehow our shit goes viral, like Brian's sandal, then we're put on a pedestal shitter and people pay for our shit.
Anywho, good luck pushing your shit.
All I have is my priceless shit, and thus I can't really use it to buy your shit.
And my shit takes up a lot of time to make, leaving only brief interludes between work-shitting to marvel at how creative you've been with your shit.
Maybe one day, if I work-shit hard enough and I am lucky, I will have enough shit to buy some of your really expensive shit.
Shit.
How the time flies!
I gotta go and work on my shit before it hits the fan.
ciao ciao
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