Recently it was brought to my notice, by a critic of the Interwebs, that apparently I don't do enough to make my readers happy. In my previous naiveness, I assumed that the sunshine of my delightful personality would be enough to satisfy you, my fairly vast audience (twelve is fairly vast, right?), but apparently it's not. So, in the interests of keeping you lot satisfied, starting from now on, I will no longer make you wade through ridiculously long and hopelessly disconnected sentences to get to the point. Without further ado, here is the answer to life, the universe and everything:
The Answer to Life, the Universe and Everything:
42.
Unfortunately, due to this policy of telling you guys the punchline right at the beginning of the post, there is now no more reason for you to read till the end. I had realized this and with fiendish craftiness, I've made the answer to life, the universe and everything, sufficiently cryptic that you'll have to keep reading for an explanation. With further fiendish craftiness, I have also placed the explanation at the bottom of the post. Ha! You'll have to read all my crap, you poor shmucks! It has come to my notice at this point that some of you (I regretfully suppose that such people do exist) might skip the rest of my fascinating monologue to get to said explanation. Well, if you're that depraved, I guess there's nothing I can do except advise you to seriously contemplate the condition of your immortal soul. Go eat a cupcake or something.
Hey y'all how's it going? The summer continues to uphold its fairly high standard of brilliance. Amidst other things, I've gone through a lot of self-discovery in the past few months. I am my favourite subject, and I could tell you all the things I've figured out I'm not capable of doing, but I'll stick to two.
1. I am not cut out for looking after kids. I have no clue what they're talking about most of the time. Yesterday my sister asked me for a cannonball ride. The only association I made had to do with the practise of consuming humans, so I took her for a walk through the kitchen. Ba dum tss.
2. I am also not meant to be a bowler-ist-er. I went bowling recently, three years back to be precise, and then again this last week with my friends. The first time I went bowling was in Saudi Arabia, when I was twelve, and unsurprisingly I still suck at the game. I had further opportunity to realize this fact on Tuesday, when I went again with my family. On the whole, the experience was definitely good for my self-esteem in a nebulous way, because they're worse than I am, which I didn't actually think was possible. Reuel, my adorable brother, is the tiniest ten year-old I've ever seen and he couldn't even throw the ball down the alley so he just sort of carried it to the line, dropped it and walked off. That was fine, but once he actually ran down the alley after the ball so my sister and I had to run after him. I am pleased to inform you that it is as much fun as it looks in Across the Universe.
That's all, folks. From Bangalore to you, good night, sweet dreams and I hope you had a lovely Thursday.
LOOK A FOLLOW BUTTON!!!
I'm just kidding. The answer to life, the universe and everything was taken from The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy, Douglas Adams and you have to read this book because it is brilliant and funny and just read it. Byeeee! xoxoxo
The Answer to Life, the Universe and Everything:
42.
Unfortunately, due to this policy of telling you guys the punchline right at the beginning of the post, there is now no more reason for you to read till the end. I had realized this and with fiendish craftiness, I've made the answer to life, the universe and everything, sufficiently cryptic that you'll have to keep reading for an explanation. With further fiendish craftiness, I have also placed the explanation at the bottom of the post. Ha! You'll have to read all my crap, you poor shmucks! It has come to my notice at this point that some of you (I regretfully suppose that such people do exist) might skip the rest of my fascinating monologue to get to said explanation. Well, if you're that depraved, I guess there's nothing I can do except advise you to seriously contemplate the condition of your immortal soul. Go eat a cupcake or something.
Hey y'all how's it going? The summer continues to uphold its fairly high standard of brilliance. Amidst other things, I've gone through a lot of self-discovery in the past few months. I am my favourite subject, and I could tell you all the things I've figured out I'm not capable of doing, but I'll stick to two.
1. I am not cut out for looking after kids. I have no clue what they're talking about most of the time. Yesterday my sister asked me for a cannonball ride. The only association I made had to do with the practise of consuming humans, so I took her for a walk through the kitchen. Ba dum tss.
2. I am also not meant to be a bowler-ist-er. I went bowling recently, three years back to be precise, and then again this last week with my friends. The first time I went bowling was in Saudi Arabia, when I was twelve, and unsurprisingly I still suck at the game. I had further opportunity to realize this fact on Tuesday, when I went again with my family. On the whole, the experience was definitely good for my self-esteem in a nebulous way, because they're worse than I am, which I didn't actually think was possible. Reuel, my adorable brother, is the tiniest ten year-old I've ever seen and he couldn't even throw the ball down the alley so he just sort of carried it to the line, dropped it and walked off. That was fine, but once he actually ran down the alley after the ball so my sister and I had to run after him. I am pleased to inform you that it is as much fun as it looks in Across the Universe.
That's all, folks. From Bangalore to you, good night, sweet dreams and I hope you had a lovely Thursday.
LOOK A FOLLOW BUTTON!!!
I'm just kidding. The answer to life, the universe and everything was taken from The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy, Douglas Adams and you have to read this book because it is brilliant and funny and just read it. Byeeee! xoxoxo
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