I went golfing today and it was threatening skank. We could see the skanks from a distance. We were trying to get off as much as we could. When they caught up with me, I was holding my pudder. The skanks clothes hit the ground about 100 yards behind us. I felt something run up my pud. My right arm is still a lil tingly. We freaked at the clubhouse. Nice wings, Icarus!
The interwebs is serious business for Moe. He judges his life and every person's in green dots on the webs. Real life accomplishments mean nothing to him. Only the virtual world accomplishments.
I always to moe for one who didn't really give a damn about the Soylent Green system. I mean, he's appreciative for what he gets but he doesn't fret over it, right?