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The Definitive Notes on Life, Coffee Mugs, and Pink Frilly Pants
By: The Master of Nonsense
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Dedicated to the first eleven digit prime number: 10 000 000 019
Some may ask the question, "Master of Nonsense, what do life, coffee mugs, and pink frilly pants have in common?". Those who don't understand the symbolic, anecdotal, and allusional references in the title of this piece will be condemned to eternal suffering through cheese grating, whenever I become ruler of the world, which will be never, so have no fear, The Master of Nonsense is here!
The complete and utter disregard for both proper grammar and commas in the previous sentence has caused it to being removed from this piece. It is included here, along with this sentence, for historical accuracy.
Now to get to the point of this writing. Coffee mugs are generally used to hold coffee, but is that what they really do? Where do they keep the coffee? In a parallel dimension where the heat of a substance can be sustained just as long as it can in this one? Or were coffee mugs really just designed to be artistic pencil holders and members of the coffee drinking community confused it with something designed for them?
Product: Coffee mug
Designed by: Anonymous
Purpose: It's just this mug you know. Use it in muggings or to trap bugs until they run out of oxygen and/or food.
Pink frilly pants have no purpose whatsoever and therefore should be removed from existance; along with any other colored frilly pants, bright yellow, letter openers, the letter 'q', and anyone whose name starts with 'q'.
Life.
One can devide life into three phases.
- Not caring who you or anyone around you is.
- Not knowing who you or anyone around you is.
- Not knowing what to do with what you know about yourself and the people around you.
That's it. Nothing more; nothing less.
It's best to be happy while it happens though.
And to completely leave anyone who is actually reading this in quandry of loathing and self-doubt. I end this.
Ohhh. Smells like warm rootbear.
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