A few days ago, while checking my facebook stalkerfeed, I became aware of a new trend of abbreviations (or abbrevs as I will henceforth refer to them as). Suddenly everyone had a status that contained some sort of gripe followed by, “FML”. After reflecting VERY briefly on what a FML was, it became fairly obvious that it stood for, ‘Fuck My Life’. I immediately thought, ‘yeah fuck your life, sucks to be fucking simple’. I mean, is it really too difficult to write out in full? Can’t the gripe alone convey that your life is shit?
Just as I had become numb to the overwhelming presence of FMLs another pathetic abbrev began flooding my feeds. This new abbrev, this overwhelming and stupid epidemic, the HBD, made me want to rip someone’s lungs out; sounds like a an STD or some other awesome disease. ‘Happy BirthDay’ is apparently too difficult for people to deal with typing these days. Like, let me get this straight, you’re supposed to be a friend… and a phone call is too time consuming? And texting takes too much effort? Don’t get me wrong, I’m guilty of the facebook happy birthday post too, but never will I EVER wish someone a HBD.
Now some of you may be thinking, ‘what does any of this have to do with clouds eating angels’?
Doesn’t have shit to do with it…
I just enjoy the concept.
ps:
if you’re a HBD-er, you deserve to be eaten by clouds too. it’s a fact.
(and now it has everything to do with it)
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There’s a lot about this bike that just doesn’t add up. I’m not even concerned about the absence of handlebars, really; I mean, where the hell are the pedals? After trying to visualize how one could even attempt to ride such a contraption, I’ve come to the conclusion that an item like this is solely meant to be groped, molested and humped at high speeds.
Look closer… great award winning campaign for the 18-30 set… for a travel org.