There is a terrible plague infesting the vocabulary of thirty something, working-class, pseudo yuppies in South Africa. Its sounds like the one eyed, toothless inbred son of the terms Buddy and Bro, Something like, Burry, or Boddy. Why can’t they realize that their lifestyles exclude any valuable human emotion to the point that the only meaningful physical relationship they can have with a woman requires re-playing E-TV porn in the back of their head.
Their generation’s apathy has resulted in a post-ironic backlash that has to a large extent crippled our empathy and stunted our emotional growth. If per chance someone uses that word before they turn to leave your company, don’t let them. I know that sounds crazy but you have work to do, “yours is the sword of Michael”. What you need to do is make like Dr. Walter Freeman and whip out the hammer and ice-pick. I feel its time for an old school, back-of-the-bus lobotomy. Seeing as it’s a community service I’m sure it's tax deductible.
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