Trippingly coarse

That's it, no longer will my essays/novels/articles/poop start with terrible introduction sentences after long periods of self-conscious brainfarting.

When in doubt, I'm using mild to moderate profanity to spark the fire that lies within my left hand, a blaze only ignitable by means of motivational torches or lucky patterns.



I'm not confidentally sure who hand picks videos for YouTube featuring, but the human behind the variety is consistent -- consistently inconsistent, if you would -- and the mystery regarding his/her identity is more than likely simple and easily solved.

This doozie recently earned the honor and exposure of the homepage, causing some sort of stir in the process.

The video itself is dull, even if you understand its motive and overall theme. She's being sarcastic about sarcasm, see, and that's all she wrote/monolouged.

However, the comments are delightful; people frantically debated over the subject and countless friendships were unaffected. The public couldn't agree whether or not the girl meant what she so verbally said.

The title of the video was eventually changed to "IRONIC/SATIRICAL VIDEO ABOUT SARCASM THAT NOONE UNDERSTANDS", thus snipping the clash before it escaladed into a proportion.


But what if she did think that sarcastic videos should be labeled and cautioned? The conflict would drift into a state of omni-sarcasm, where one says what they mean, but don't actually mean it, etc, etc, etc. Or does one?



More's unfaithful,
Brett Jive do do do