The Know-It-All

The best advise that the universal Know-It-All can avail to you is to expunge your stupid face as soon as possible because it is very evident that you are exuberantly lacking in the basic fundamentals of constructive thinking and as such you are not justified to be qualified to be rendered anything of substance. The consomme know-It-All has considered your predicament most carefully analyzing all of the pros and cons and can see no fruitful way out for you other than to shove an apple into your mouth and to use it for target practice with a ten-ton battering ram. The cup is hallowed and the bottom of it is cracked and broken so that all amount of substance that is poured inside of it just as quickly runs out. It is a scandal and a shame but that is your walk in life that can only be explained by an in-depth mental illness that would drive the most astute physiologist totally insane if it were not for your simple-mindedness.

An open suggestion is that you should take hold of your own neck with both of your hands and firmly and evenly apply pressure. Lock the thoughts of your mind into the muscles of your hands and let them render justice where justice is needed the most. It seems that you have made a blink trip from your mother's womb and the very evidence of this is your activities in life that has made a burp and a fart of her labored birth pangs that forced an angel without wings to pop out. Take good advantage of the intuition of the complete Know-It-All who sees your timeless incursion as a strange voyage that was clipped from the very beginning and doomed at first entry and know for yourself that the bed sheets could have made better use of the semen of your spillage than to form a nothing such as you for at least there would have been a bed stain that made more sense than the evident emission.

There is a saying that nothing produces anything and everything about you highlights and proves that most ingenious point to be a certain and a true. The infallible Know-It-All has racked the mind to the straining point to find a best resolve to your unholy dilemma and has found it to be too fractured in condition to promote an even minuscule form of being realistic. You are a clod and an errant drop in a rust eaten bucket that has as much usefulness as a lighted match in the middle of the ocean bottom. Your best address is to hop around on lily pads like a confused and deranged frog and perhaps by chance a hungry snake will bring an end to it all. Listen to the counsel of the only too wise Know-It-All who has presented your life case before a court of clowns and at the end of the summation not a laughter was found.

You are an open wound that cannot be mended and your every breath is a sword jabbed into the ribcage of meaningful life intended. You are like every equation that produces a total sum of absolute nothing, not, nix, zero and none and is the byproduct of an egg and a sperm that never should have confronted. You are the expressed materialization of "What the Sam Hell!" and the best example of nevertheless. You should be kicked in your unproductive behind from sun-up to sundown and all points in between that flows around. You are the strew that the camel never feels on its back because your weight is nonessential and your volume is empty and lightweight to the state of no dimension. The all knowing Know-It-All has mercifully pointed you in the direction of the bottomless pit where not a structure will impede your eternal fall and to this advise you must accommodate as it is your only way to make just the vast mistake.