Ah! The sweet smell of victory. It smells like...sand and green chile? That's right, dear incontinent readers, I am now officially the president-elect of the nation known as NEW new mexico. No longer a place for super-secret alien overlords to begin building up their invasion forces or a desolate location for the US government to test their nuclear (or nuc-u-lar, if you're functionaly retarded) devices; the "Land Of Enchantment" has ceased to be the land of LSD/Peyote-inspired enchantment and metamorphisized into the land of khaki-wearing, video-game playing, path-finding algorithm-tweaking, collectives of losers and nerds extraordinare. And who do all these citizens of the newly christened "Land of the Geeks" pay heed to?
Me, baby. ME.
Even the hotties-- yes they too-- are geeks. And as such, they know much regarding proper grounding techniques (in order to make purposful electrocution that much more painful, don't ask more questions, just trust me: it hurt) and hand-to-hand impromptu weapons design. The gentlemen purchase videogames in excess and spend their free time defeating 100 foot collosi or rocking out to guitar hero, forsaking such lowly, plebian pursuits such as dating, working out, sleeping, or eating.
Yes, I have irrevocably turned New Mexico into the NEW new mexico. A place where nerds and losers and geeks of all colors, creeds, and nationalities can run free to express their nerdish pursuits. My job is done here. There is nothing more to do.
Cya L8tr, N00bz!!!!!
--HK_Newbie
---The ancillary purpose of this post was to move that FUCKING HORRIBLE IMAGE OF RAINNY DOWN THE DAMN PAGE WHERE IT WON'T KEEP ME UP AT NIGHT CRINGING AND SHIVERING IN THE FETAL POSITION UNDER MY BED HOPING THAT SCARY RAINNY-DEMONS WON'T DROP DOWN MY CHIMNY AND TAKE ME AWAY. Good day to you, sir.
RaiNny said...
Dude, I'll be right there. I just need to put some gas in my rocket car.