Hey John
Ive been doing fine. Yesterday I started a grass garden.
Your best friend john

My dearest & oldest companion John,

I'm doing quite well considering the big picture. Work is a bit stressful and I'm busy outside of it as well. This creates a lot of anxiety, but I remind myself every day that these are relatively small issues. I'm very happy with my situation. I just need to get out of my head sometimes.

With a sincerity that can derived only from a lifetime of the most intimate friendship possible,
John

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>>47817


A mellow hello to you too, John.

And well, I wish that you're doing well as well.
It makes my mouth widen into a slight smile to see that you're still alive.

Keep on fighting,
John


>>47819

What kind of grass garden?
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>>48477
tf is lycos

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>>48479

It was like hotmail, you know like before gmail was created.
Well had to be using something.

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>>48481
Remember when people used to actually recommend yahoo services? Any type, but it is just hilarious that the place is a wasteland now

John's finger freezes and falls off into the coffee. After falling into a long thirty minute nap, he cries at the top of his lungs.
"My finger! My finger! My index finger!"
Suddenly he caught himself in the midst of the stinging pain of frostbite. He dazed into the thick, frozen coffee. He was intrigued. He remembered his coffee to be quite hot only forty five minutes ago, but he remembered that it became awfully cold only five minutes after he placed it on his desk.
"I wonder what kind of witchcraft that could possibly be."
John, after staring intently into the frozen coffee, grabs the cup with his four remaining fingers and tries to chug it down. The coffee slides into his mouth, a long chuck that his lips could barely wrap around, and he accidentally swallows it. His finger was in the coffee, but John felt no such feeling as disgust as his own finger is now caged into a block of black ice and inside of his mouth. The ice slipped into his throat, and, unable to swallow it down, John collapses onto the ground... choking... dying... and eventually dead. Nobody knew that he died but his landlord.

-100 years later-

John's arm punched through the coffin and dug out of the ground. He was reborn now, but no longer as a human or a corpse. He was reborn as a bloodthirsty beast.
"Ah. At last! I have slept for too long!" he roared. "It is time for my dinner." He jumped through the cemetary and punched through a passing taxi. He bit the taxi driver's neck and sucked the man's blood dry.
"You shall be reborn and serve under me!" he chuckled like a demon. The taxi driver remained dead for an hour but was brought back to life by John's power. The taxi driver was now the same creature as John, and would come to be his bestfriend and his ally.
"You—" John called to the man, "What say your name?"
"My name—" the former taxi driver said haughtily, "is Smith."

(too much effort, calm down man)

Dear Johns, I feel this story should not go to waste and we should continue to the tale of our avatar.

Dear Johns, let's use a notepad for collaborative edit containing our story. We can keep it simple to edit, maybe add some pictures and translate it to different languages.
https://pad.disroot.org/p/For_my_Johns

Our Winter has been fairly warm, which is alright

>>48029 here. I fell in my yard last Friday. Game over.

>>48038
I tried to get this dead limb out of one of our trees last week and cut my head open with an extension cord. Still have a scab :(

I used to live with my mom and count the blessed days inside. I would go months without stepping foot out the door at times, it was incredibly based. I got drunk (bad idea) and played video games all day. Unfortunately my mom went nuts because of meth psychosis and being broke, so the bubble popped after like five years, but it was five years of Heaven on Earth

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>>48213
nice paint

>>48216
It's actually ink.

>>48224
even cooler

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>>47923

Dear steve,

why post your thread on /eh/, unless to, shwo offyou have an education or whatever...

>If you reach out to shake someone's hand in friendship and to stake a future relationship and they take the time piss and shit on their hand before trying to shake your hand, all you can do is distance yourself from them and remark on their inhumanity

how many threads have you read on this board ?

There is a thread just two below thats about buying cheese
Do you now understand the 'get a job in a cheese factory'
Hmm, doutbful
You're wonder why you can't get a job
ah, me less so
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>>47924

Not much to say to this post as it misunderstands a lot. I will say this, fix up your Grammer buddy.

>>47927

Saddly I can't, if you understand. Then you know why. I ain't looking for symphony ( that time it was a joke ).

Got friend who got his chem. deg. went to look for work. crap shit like basic lab tech trained monkey.
After failing the frist three he popped round to see me chew the cud and he mentioned what had happened .
I told him he had over prepepped. Done to much research for the job, went back and asked his teachers about each job.
Then I told him to dumb down on the next one as the people interveiwing you. Will be looking at you going this guy is goning to my job in the next five years. He was top of the year/class , had won a small award.

So he dails it back a bit. Gets the next job. Holds that down for couple of years. Then quits to do and gets his masters.
which lead into a job. Leaves there to do doc. get that works for part of the gov. Ain't into it, leave comes back home to look after his Mum. Gets second top job at the frist place he worked.
Bitchs about all the young kids with deg.'s who thought that a dumb bit of paper was going to be their ticket to be intanstly rich and how they do half arsed work that he has to end up doing.

Now he's doing something else with doc. in chemistry.

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rolling

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>>48445
My dear John,

>rolling
that's what we all do, day in and day out. Sometimes I wonder what my function is. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4AyjKgz9tKg But then again, I just do it.

With kind regards

John

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>>48458
Dear John,

Don't worry about function. I don't have one that I'm aware of.
I only have basic goto's and gosub's.

regards John

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I avoid normalcy by living like it's 2005. Cutting off that very superficial level of interaction and servitude, is very calming.

>>47832
>Living like its 2005
>Avoid noramlcy

The only difference between then and now was tech level.
If you really wanna cut iff noramlcy, live like its 1605.

>>47843
The "tech level" itself doesn't differ all that much between 2005 and the current year. However, its impact on society has changed greatly. I am not against technological progress, but I do dislike a certain technology becoming needlessly entangled into the simplest of things.

Dear John,

I am on my yearly, depressive mid-autumn visit here. The player is wokring, and the music is quite comforting. I also have a heating fan on, and a blanket over my shoulders.

gotiemebaby

Faggot