hmmmmmm.... this blogging lark... tis a bit much for the brain to entirely take in, however, it is always good to try new things, if this happens to be the last blog entry i ever write, what do you know, too new for me.
so let me tell you a story, once upon a time not fantatically long ago a little boy was walking home from school. All of a sudden as if from no where a bigger boy came out of no where and start to aggressively approach the little boy.
"Give me all your money little boy" the big boy said to the little boy
"Ummm... No! I dont have any!" the little boy replied as his poor little knees trembles and knocked together
"I dont beleive you, I think you are lying, you liar, you lied to me!" the big boy shouted, "Now give me all your money, or ill beat you up!"
"Please dont beat me up!" the little boy squarked, "I really dont have any money, I spent all my money in the shop on some premier league football stickers."
By now, the big boy was starting to get a little bit frustrated, his well thought out plan of how to obtain a little bit more money seemed not to be going entirely as expected. His brain was now on overdrive making drastic calculations as what the best course of action should be.
"Well..." said the big boy, "Give me your football stickers... then i will let you go."
The little boy paused, his attempt to escape the situation through the use of a little mind trick, in order to 'out-smart' the big boy had backfired. Sweat dripped down his forehead, he froze, time stood still.
Actually time didnt stay still at all, whilst the little boy was frozen the big boy shouted something rather unintelligable at the little boy, the perculiar arrangement of sounds sounded like; "JGIMDADAMSTIHERSNA!!!"
"I dont have any stickers, I lied to you, I'm really sorry, dont hit me!" The little boy confessed before he had time to think.
This it would seem turned out to be rather a bad idea as the big boy, who was already quite frustrated with the situation already, lost his temper and lashed aggressively at the little boy with his clenched fist, knocking the little boy to the ground with a nasty thump. The big boy then, seeing his opportunity, searched the little boys pockets in hopes of finding some money. This however proved to be unsuccessful, the little boys pockets were indeed empty leaving the big boy to wonder what happened to the little boys money in the first place.
The moral of the story is this, if you are a big boy and a little boy says he has no money, it can often be a good idea to beleive him and accept the situation, then calmly walk away. This saves a lot of frustration and may prevent excessive wrinkles in future.
Also if you are a little boy and a big boy is demanding the money you dont have, it is a bad idea to lie to the bigger boy or take the risk of trying to outsmart him. This will prevent any further embarrassment which may arise from the already difficult situation
The final moral is, that if you are a big boy and the little boy doesnt give you any money, it is best that you dont lose your temper with the little boy and beat him into a bloody pulp. This is especially so, when the big boy is 18 and the little boy is 9, and the little boys father is a magistrate, namely because the 18 year old will have to spend the next 8 years, in a prison cell where he will become the prime target for encouragers of sexual violence and will aquire a rather unpleasant smell due to not taking a shower for 8 years.
You have just read one of the best stories ever written, (keep in mind that all the best stories were written by the same author, yours truly).
With Love,
Charles Henry Desmond Booth Esq.
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