It's amazing, people, how your name has so much importance. It's how you identify yourself to everyone you meet and even to people who meet you. But names are just words! They're just made-up things that come from other made up things til you get back to fuckin' monkey makin' chimp sounds and then dinosaurs rawrin' and shit and then to the first sound any animal ever made! It was probably like a "YYRRRRZERRRTTZKKK" or something, I dunno. Do you? So yeah, basically names are just organized nonsense but also at the same time they're you. It's kinda a mixed bag. We all know that type of bag, eh? You think you're all special? Qua qua qua mothafucka? That's right. Don't question it ANY more.
So back to the idea of coincidences. Do you believe in coincidence? Like as a spiritual deity. Do you believe in the one holy coincidence, who art in Coincidence Land oh I don't know what the shit, in thy name and all the shtuff? Well, I think it's safe to say that if you're not sure how to answer that question, you're probably going to burn in predetermination with the furies of a thousand tulips on a really muggy spring afternoon (that shit dank yo!). Coincidence? I think not! But really doe: how's that even a thing? Why for the love of my beloved Gandhi's rectum would you ever say "I think not"? Like more like "I not think", byatch. Or maybe I meant "Think not". OH the times. How they swish and sway the things we think we meant in our sloshy swishy brains.
Always wrap it up brothas, I gotta say. Even if you want a kid, wrap it up cuz trust me ya'll don't want kidz yo they're fuckkkkk'd up. Or maybe you do. I don't know you and you don't know me and that's the way it should happen! Surely you agree! Anywhoo, leave with peace my loyal disciples! Do not weep at our exit, rejoice as we saunter yonder!
The REAL Guardians of Ga'hoole
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