OK, I have to say it. Please read the italicized paragraph below, the brace
yourself for a rant.
if you would jump in front of a bullet for your girlfriend, boyfriend, best friend,family member, or just a person you love, repost this.
Tonight, your 1 love will
call, kiss, or ask you out...
....if you break this chain,
you will be PUNISHED,
would u die 4?
Where does this bullshit come from? (And to the person who posted it, I am not crapping on you so please don't take it like that. I am speaking to the originators of the crap, not the perpetuators.)
Seriously, is there some centralized MySpace Curse Registry where one can go to submit a proposed bulletin and have afflictions, banes, burdens, calamities, disasters, jinxes, pestilence, plagues, scourges, torments, tribulations, troubles, assorted repercussions assigned in the event that the response ordered is not carried out? (I love THESAURUS.COM!) On a side note, if cursing has moved into the digital age and can now be done online with secure credit card processing, I have a few I'd like to order. Anyway... I am honestly wondering what magical facility impregnates these digital documents with such abilities -- abilities which remain inexplicably intact despite copy and paste after copy and paste -- and why they are so dead set on the negative. At lest with email spam, if you forward something to 10 friends in 2 seconds, your phone will ring and you will win the lottery or hear from your best friend from high school or the love of your life or something good. On MySpace, it seems if you don't repost, your house will get struck by lightning, your bank account will be hacked, your dog will choke on a ball, your car will spontaneously explode, your breath will forever smell like cat shit, blah blah blah…
I love this Curse Bulletin phenomenon almost as much as I love the InTeNtIoNaLlY
iNaRtIcUlAtE tExT, shameless attention seeking and pictures of guys standing in
front of their cars.
Ugh. I just had a realization. Expecting extensive evidence of intelligence on MySpace is like trying to find the corner in a round room, isn't it?
With that, I am going to pop some Midol and go simmer down. Good night y'all!
Oh yeah, and if you don't repost this in 10 seconds, you're going to have uncontrollable flatulence that smells like rotten shrimp and burnt rubber forever!