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Not geographically. Your posts and comments. As you know, I'm from outer space. But...what makes you comment? The story??? or the funny? I have both. Sometimes the story calls for a real comment. Then again, there are stories that I want to jump on with the total asshole that I can be. Tell us.
Well... one thousand nine hundred and eighty-two, that's the year I got here when my dear mother's water blew, not really realizing the prize that's been begot to her: the bona fide lo-fi high-octane philosopher, genius with a penis - the few the proud the me - I liked me so much I had to buy the company. Soul for sale sold to Satan for a hell of a lotta luck, I'm hard to come by like a straight guy working at Starbucks. Thank the thinkers that think they thunk the thoughts that theorized - idolized or despised, bet I'm gettin' recognized. Mount Rushmore it? No, ignore it; can't rock with no big head; half of the people want me, half of the people want me dead. I am the Angel of Def with my rhymes against humanity, teeter-tottering between brilliance and insanity: The one part the Führer, the one part the Pope - it's the inevitable return, baby, of the Great White Dope.
«suckersklub : Well... one thousand nine hundred and eighty-two, that's the year I got here when my dear mother's water blew, not really realizing the prize that's been begot to her: the bona fide lo-fi high-octane philosopher, genius with a penis - the few the proud the me - I liked me so much I had to buy the company. Soul for sale sold to Satan for a hell of a lotta luck, I'm hard to come by like a straight guy working at Starbucks. Thank the thinkers that think they thunk the thoughts that theorized - idolized or despised, bet I'm gettin' recognized. Mount Rushmore it? No, ignore it; can't rock with no big head; half of the people want me, half of the people want me dead. I am the Angel of Def with my rhymes against humanity, teeter-tottering between brilliance and insanity: The one part the Führer, the one part the Pope - it's the inevitable return, baby, of the Great White Dope.
Nicely done! And you already have a "rap name" to go with it (you may have to make a slight mod though... how about "SuckasKlub"?)
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back to the original question...which I think is loaded. If I say "I go for funny" and you don't think it's funny you'll think I'm a loser, and if I say "I like to make serious comments to show that I totally relate to the real world" and you find them roll-on-the-floor-pissing-in-your-pants funny then you'll think I'm a bigger loser.
I normally only post things when I have something to say, sometimes I'm in a serious mood and those stories attract me, other times I'm not. Most of the time I don't say anything. I listen more than I talk nowadays
The answer to the question, which is pretty simple, even for someone of my intelligence is that I comment on both funny and serious topics. Being insouciant means you can be leading a curiously care-free life in a serious manner. So you're attracted to good humor and find :"serious" topics interesting. For example, I thought this post was funny, because some are taking it so serious. Good post. -DK