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25 Feb 2011, 23:22
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It's a scary world we live in, made even scarier by the thought that within just EIGHT years the world could be run amock with not just any impersonators, but ELVIS impersonators. (like what I did there? Anyone that watched the video should smile)
The number of Elvies Presley impersonators has reached an all-time record high – there are now at least 85,000 Elvis’s around the world, compared to only 170 in 1957 when he died. At this rate of growth, experts predict that by 2019 Elvis impersonators will make up a third of the world population.
I've extrapolated the projected extrapolation to come up with that number (and not just googled "elvis impersonators increase").
I'm also concerned about the plight of clowns. I heard on the radio the other day that one clown was considering becomming a santa. A fecking santa?! There's more cash in it you see. He wasn't sinking as low as an elf but it makes you think.
The number of Elvies Presley impersonators has reached an all-time record high – there are now at least 85,000 Elvis’s around the world, compared to only 170 in 1957 when he died. At this rate of growth, experts predict that by 2019 Elvis impersonators will make up a third of the world population.
I've extrapolated the projected extrapolation to come up with that number (and not just googled "elvis impersonators increase").
I'm also concerned about the plight of clowns. I heard on the radio the other day that one clown was considering becomming a santa. A fecking santa?! There's more cash in it you see. He wasn't sinking as low as an elf but it makes you think.
:P
Technically probably right but given the standard of my brethren I'm flying the flag...
I would ve put a comma there (betwixt 'in' and 'made', if I correctly understood the meaning of your sentence) but I guess that's because I'm not a native English therefore I
feel disoriented since you do not distinguish the different parts of the sentence :P
(Don't know if that' clear tho !)
Scary world we live in...
Doooooomed
(Good job we'll all be dead by 2012)
Erm...
Dear Jew,
Stop trying to use your mind control on me! You disguise it with fancy words like "rehab" and "psychotic," and not only have I been aware of your plans for 177 episodes now (1+7+2 and a half men = 9 and another 2 and half men rounds out to be about 11, 9/11 truth forever, you HEAR ME OBAMA?!), but I have gracefully ignored both you and the chip you implanted in my molars that tells the government what I'm thinking.
I take one little, tiny shot at the guy who has made me one of the most successful television actors in history by publicly calling him a turd clown and telling the world that I humiliate him in front of his children in a tin can (that's right! Tin can!), and what does he do? He shuts down my show because he cannot handle the truth, which is a term I just made up.
Another thing Chuck can't handle? My dick. I call it Emilio.
I cannot wait, sir, until your travels of pain lead you to my secret octagon lair, where my team of prostitutes trained in the art of killing and sex (I call them Charlie's Devils, which is a play on some words I also I just made up) will turn you into a wormy maggot that I can destroy with my hands that have turned into fireballs again.
Again?! Jesus Christ, someone put my hands out, they are on fire!
Oh wait, no, all good.
Anyway, back to you, loyal fans. You need to fight the power on this one, and summon the courage of God and Justice and, well, not that p-ssy Thomas Jefferson or the guy who founded AA , but Jesus maybe and also my character from "Hot Shots!"
For if America is a country where a man is not free to pursue his dream of doing so many drugs his heart stops, without any consequences whatsoever from the TV staff whose livelihood depends entirely on his ability to get his shit together and whose children will go hungry because this guy can't stop carrying around briefcases full of cocaine, than that's not the America I was raised to believe in.
Remember Chuck, these are my people, not yours, and you can't have them back because I've taken their souls hostage using an old technique I learned from Eric Roberts when we met up that time down in Tijuana for a peyote eating contest gardening expo. But that's a story for another time.
So in summary: Peace, die in a hole, never forget **drops mic**.
although...
speaking as a person with coulrophobia, fuck those hooter nosed fucking C words.
Exponential extrapolation based on 2 datapoints, that's pretty bold!