miércoles, 11 de marzo de 2009

SUICIDE NOTE...

Anoche navegando en la web, y la noche no está muy distante... encontré esta página que pues si algún día deciden acabar con su existencia y en el momento mori les falla la inspiración y tienen una conexión a internet disponible les recomiendo está página...
Si ahora tu también puedes tener una nota suicida excepcional como la de Cobain, o comola de Curtis... les dejo la mía donde culpo al origen de todas mis desgracias, a ese lugar que ha sido el misma siniestro de toda la escoria que ha sido mi vida... Mcdonald's
March 11, 2009
Dear Fellow Pawns;
Since November 1st, 1993 I have lived a lie that I can no longer go on with. I have started each of the last 5609 days by convincing myself that McDonald's would bring back the Double ZestaBurger--if only for a limited time and at only select locations. It was the only way I could get myself out of bed and through the day.
Alas, I can no longer lie to myself about my future. I now accept that it is bleak. I do not control my destiny, nor my happiness. Like all of you, I am just a pawn in McDonald's global marketing plan. The same company that has returned the McRib 557 limited times in the last 15 years has never given my well-being a second thought.
Well, congratulations, you win. McDonald's 1, Gerald 0. You have killed my will, spirit and soul; now my body will follow.
Luckily, I will be going to a better place. A place where my happiness won't be controlled by a multi-national conglomeration of fry cooks in cheap suits. While my body will be buried in the same ground where Ray Kroc's is surely spinning; my soul will be with his in heaven. Not here in purgatory controlled by the whims of MBA's from Hamburger U.
Together Ray and I will forever feast on that delicious ambrosia, the Double Zesta Burger.
Sincerely,
Gerald
P.S. Tell everyone I'm not psychotic

2 comentarios:

Andie dijo...

Jajaja...lol

Andie dijo...

March 11, 2009

Dear Ungrateful World;

Although everyone on Earth has failed to give me even half the accolades and adulation that should go with me, Andie, being the 3rd coming of christ, I will still fulfill my destiny. You're welcome.

For you insolent pukes, I will shed my blood to once again open the gates of heaven. Because of me, you heathen beasts won't have to endure any locust, floods, toads or ATF non-incendiary devices. Ingrate pricks.

So, start erecting statues, knocking out opponents, singing songs, scoring touchdowns, hitting home runs, hiding colored eggs every year around the 11th of March, and doing other shit for my glory because you fuckers owe me big.

Jesus Christ III
a.k.a. Andie

P.S. If you get a collect call from a cow in India in the next couple of years, accept the charges.