Thursday, October 31, 2013

It's Time To Get Serious!

The Dark Metamorphic Amorphous Illicit Literature, yeah, The D-Mail. So basically, all this time we made you laugh, we provided you with puns and innovation in Language with our torture techniques, but I guess with time, everything changes; and it's definitely time for us to become something bigger, something Better. And so, we have for you a new kind of posts. This Label puts D'N'A at their wit's end. Of course, you'll see the classic puns and humor sprinkles, but we're moving to a new realm, that of Seriousness, a very serious kind of Humor. The kind that makes you laugh...then think and laugh at the fact that you laughed at it.

No we didn't pop-in any De-Ecstasy pills, we just felt like it's time to grow up. We used to make fun of little things like, Fb Confession pages and Those annoying Memes. Well now it's time to make fun of Bigger things. Hell, we're gonna make a mockery out of em'.

PS: The Brothers in Arms, Obama and Osama aren't the cause for us to change our minds. Neither is it Miley Cyrus' and Selena's Makeovers. Although, can't help looking at the latter, the former, well, I can't help NOT looking at it.

Anyway, Cheers to you old folk, who always nag about how our posts don't touch you guys. Be happy, cause The upcoming lineup of posts are gonna touch you like never before (And no we're not switching to porn). Keep tuning-in to The D-Mail. This was just a Warning for what to expect. Until then...

Friday, May 17, 2013

Confession Congestion

"Bless me Father, for I have sinned.... I know you're a busy man, but please take time to listen to my confession...

After Angry birds, Justin Bieber, Gangnam Style and the ilk, We Attention Seeking Super-agitated (ASS) kids are rooting for a new trend, Confession Pages. I know an old-timer like you wouldn't know much about confessions so I'll have to be explicit, yet brief (you never know when an old-timer would clock-out):

One of the most sacred and traditional practices starts off with His Most 'Hole'yness, The Admin, an insomniac jobless nerd creating a page on a social network and The Confessors, we Creative and High IQ (Imagination Quotient) ones, weaving truth exaggerated beyond recognition. Those from schools involve the usual, crush confessions; take both the meanings, the puppy lovey thing and the intense bitchin' /smashin' to the point beyond recognition.

When it comes to colleges (Higher Places), it goes like the old Old MacDonald song. The only variation is that, instead of animals, there's Birds and instead of the sounds they make, there's that Friggin "F" word. (A F*** F*** here and a F*** F*** there, here a F*** there a F***....). Well, you get the point. Of course, at the end of the day, we still are all unADULTrated virgins (not talking about the Virgin mobiles that we carry). And once again The word E x a g g e r a t e d is to be stressed!

I don't know if there are corporate confession pages, cause I haven't yet trolled one, but damn am I looking forward to catching a few. It's every B-(movie)-Director's brainstorming paradise (not that I'm gonna be one).

Well, My sin is that, I have confessed on almost all the confession pages, including those NOT meant for the likes of me (shh). I don't know if it's the desire for likes and comments, or just plain desire, but I've done it and I'm not proud of it. I've insulted people and I've insulted people insulting people. Hell! I've insulted myself and even confessed about it, all in the name of Confession pages.

And this Oh Friar, I confess to you, hoping that you'll absolve me of my sins, so that I may do those no more (gonna be more creative next time) ;-) "

                                                            *Instead of shriving, he started exorcising me -_-