When i first told my friends about the nigerian prince from the future, who contacted me with a proposition that would bring me great wealth, why they laughed in my face and said i was crazy, that i was being duped by some nefarious internet of the future scam.
Well ye of little faith.
Pony up. Pay your bets at the bar.
Because i’m making fist fulls of green. And it’s all because of my connection with the nigerian prince of the future. He’s been parking his money here by the boat load. and all i have to do is a few odds and ends for him.
Oh really. And what are those odds and ends?
Oh, nothing of real import. Just some errands. Picking up stuff. Putting together the 3-d printers and setting up the software to run them. And the robot assembly arms of course. Can’t forget about them.
You put all of this together for the nigerian prince of the future?
Oh yeah. he was real specific about what he wanted done.
Isn’t it a lot of work for you? To manage all of that.
Oh my job’s already done. I just sit by the pool all day and watch my bank account balance rise. I order take out from grub hub, and charge it to the company. I get every porn channel.
So all of that stuff is just sitting idle in a warehouse?
Oh, no. oh, no, no. no. Totally backwards. It’s running on-stop. fucking unbelievable. Busy, busy, busy, busy. Makes my brain chatter just thinking about it. So i don’t. I don’t think about it. To get rid of the chatter.
That place is something else, i’ll tell you. Do you know it uses more electricity than the entire country of Iceland.
Whatever that nigerian prince of the future is up to, he’s one busy mother fucker. Like meth busy.
Enjoy it while it lasts, that’s what i say. Enjoy it while it lasts.
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