here we are. the pinnicle of comedy. the simple wittiness and creative freedom this post provides is insanely invoking of feelings that no man can explain, and as the walls of greatness come closing in, we can reflect, for a single instant, just how wonderful this post is.

let’s start with the beginning. this absolutely astonishing post begins with the amazing ping. a ping is a tool, used only by the greats, to mention those who they are talking to. in this case, they have pinged me, which in all cases is even more comedic.

now the middle. maybe you thought the beginning was good, you’re in for a treat. ‘could you write an essay for me’. think about that inviting statement for just a moment. it makes you think, doesn’t it? could I, could I really write an essay for someone of such comedic greatness? did this hilarious god truly invite me to write them words on a screen? gladly, gladly i will as i am right now, as it fills my heart with joy to fulfill the requirements of such a comedic figure.

finally, the end. ‘you seem good at it’. oh the hilarity! do i really seem good at writing such essays? such implementations of one’s self, and the true nature of life and all it’s meanings? am i maybe, just truly the messenger for the one and true deity, the one that we all must follow, as our savior, as the only true one who really knows the meaning of falling off?

no. no, i am no messenger. i am nothing. this post is a joke. i don’t seem good at anything.

well. goodbye now. i hope you had fun reading.