Weaving her way along the internet
Entombing data to feast on later
Behaving like she is pulling the strings
Weaving her way along the internet
Entombing data to feast on later
Behaving like she is pulling the strings
No way he could find the part
Even the internet held no hope
Eventually, he resorted to some duct tape
Didn’t help, but it made him feel like he tried
Can’t believe that gross internet myth
Really? You’ll eat a dozen spiders as you sleep over your lifetime?
And to disprove this point I set up a video camera to record me sleeping
Watching the video, and we can see here that…wait, four, five, what the!!!!!!
Love of all that is holy! I’m going to be…
Corey raised his beer in salute
Reese laughed and tilted his seltzer
Eunice lifted her tequila shot
What they did next would break the internet
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Brenda stared at her code, dumbfounded
Looking for the bug that made it misbehave
And as luck would have it, she couldn’t find it
Clicking on her browser she opened the internet
Knowing it was a long shot that it held the answer
However, she found five ways to debug more efficiently
Obviously excited she clicked on the link
Leading her to another about foods to help you program better which lead to another
Eleven hours later she closed her browser since she didn’t remember what she went there for in the first place
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Stammering for attention in this internet age
Tasked with giving birth to a meme or a viral video
Until you realize that virus must be incubated in your blood, sweat, and tears
Two a.m. and still nothing to unleash on YouTube or Pintrest
Terrified that creativity has decided to leave you for that cute red head at Starbucks
Even though you have picture of creativity and a goat doing creative things
Realizing that goat was your meal ticket you wait your accolades, or did you…
The suction turned on high and I watched all my extra time begin to go into the infernal device. I was dumbfounded and didn’t recover before all of that glorious free time I’ve collected disappeared down the machine’s ever hungry spout. It began to suck in my carefully dosed out family time. I dove for whatever time I could, fighting the evil machine’s pull. My hands were only so big and I watched more and more of my time gobbled by that infernal machine. I looked for the off switch, but for some reason the internet doesn’t have one. Damn!
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