Fancy This

 

Turned on the machine and the word program began. Excuse me. You read my mind. If you really wanted to impress me, you'd have corrected all the errors of the previous day's document I was going to do right now and then add the other little bit I found. Still, it's nice to see the photograph from Paris, France, and think how nice, coincidence. I have a calendar on the wall. It as well has photos of Paris…I guess I must have just punched up this thing real quick and hardly recognized it.

 

Well, Right Said, Fred

 

Yes, that's right, said Fred. But really, if truth could be told, you still did something dastardly anyway! Yes, you went to the café, with nothing in mind but sip some iced black tea, a specialty, nothing like your favorite or such as that, because by the way, for you and the place, this place is in, is too new. What is it you do, get the fluffy green tea pancake specialty? Well…not so now. All you wanted to do was get a little new black tea brew in you, iced of course, and all of a suffering sudden, there's these images you're seeing. Real people, honest goodness decent people, and the only thing you want to do is capture their souls (take photos), and post them on the internet. What a miserable bastard you are, for thinking that. Even this is not enough. Oh, no…somewhere there resides, a blog post, and you describe the damn things you experienced. Shame on you. Shame Shame Shame!!