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Originally Posted by aphotobyfaye Not sure of the question. I am intrested in Photography Fundraiser. |
No. I am talking about when you coworkers bring the "oh my kid is selling X, will you buy something" nonsense to your desk. And then you feel all obligated and what not so you do buy something and it turns out to be the cruddiest thing known to man.
Then you feel all disillusioned and lose faith in your fellow man and become depressed to the point where you fall between the cracks of societal barriers and search for acceptance only to find yourself in a cradle of warmth through the acceptance of a fringe cult that is headed by a charimatic yet unscroupulous little yellow guy that tells you that you must strike vengence of the den of depravity and stop the rise of the antichrist known as the telephone company but first you must give him all your worldly assets to gain enlightenment but when you the get the enlightenment you realize you got the shaft b/c the enlightenment is pretty cruddy so you hide a toothbrush under your cult pillow and gnaw it into a key and escape into the night only to find that you have to hitchhike in the back of a mellon truck and sell yourself for tacos until you have enough tacos saved to make a raft to come back to America so that you can get home and pay the rent before the landlord turns off your cable modem and kicks you out and the people at the office notice you are gone but when you get back to your desk from cult land you see a not that someone's kid is selling cookie dough so that the schools computer band camp mascots hat can be dipped dyed and refelted and you buy something to foster the newly refound faith in man only to have the dough taste like frozen mud thus starts the cycle all over again .
I mean am assuming that is how it is. So no, not photography fundraisers. Those are kewl.
Prophet out.