Hi people. I've just poured hot grits down my pants !!!
Quick question. Does anyone know if there is a grits gun in Q3? If not, I will not buy it. I am tired of grits being a second class food product and weapon. What is more fearsome than a gun that shoots grits? Nothing. John Carmack needs to stop discriminating against grits and realize that we grits people are serious gaming enthusiasts with a lot of dollars to burn.
I regret to inform you that at this time that I have only worked with grits and Linux (please see manifesto above). I do not rule out using FreeBSD in the future, however I will only use FreeBSD when I find a true synergy between it and grits. I am very serious about grits, as you well know.
Thank you for continued patronage and the question.
You must have missed my manifesto which I released recently. I repost here for you edification.
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Hi people. Before I pour hot grits down my pants, I would like to have a word with my adoring public.
In my absence the last few days, I've noticed a proliferation of people running around claiming to be the grits boy. While I was initially flattered , I quickly became saddened by the actions of seemingly noble minded slashdotters. While most imposters were able to muster up a weak facsimile of my legendary, humourous musings on life spent with grits down my pants, it became clear that they were missing an essential point. The point is this: I actually enjoy pouring hot grits down my pants. I seriously doubt that the imposters share such an affinity.
Why do I enjoy pouring hot grits down my pants? That is a good question deserving of a serious answer. I have seen several arm-chair pyschologists attempt to diagnose my predelection for tossing hominy down my trousers. Some have chalked it up to a perverse, sado-masochistic, sexual ritual. Some imply that my prose is the work of some bored child. The plain truth is I do it as homage to Linux.
Homage to Linux? Yes. Think about it.
Linux has five letters. Grits has five letters. There are instant versions (Redhat) of Linux and there are instant grits. There are industrial strength versions of Linux (Debian) and there are industrial strength, slow-cooking grits. Linux started out as a niche product. Grits, outside of the south, remains a niche breakfast product. Linux and grits both go well with eggs and sausage.
The synergy between Linux and grits is clearly evident. When I pour hot bowls of grits down my pants, I am professing my love for Linux !!!
You now know who the real grits boy is. You also know a little more about the grits boy. I hope that I am able to continue my relationship with you fine people. I also hope that some among you will come to appreciate my love for grits and Linux. Who knows. Maybe you too will pour hot bowls of grits down your pants. Remember. It starts with hominy grit.
You must have missed my manifesto which I released recently. I repost here for you edification. Hi people. Before I pour hot grits down my pants, I would like to have a word with my adoring public. In my absence the last few days, I've noticed a proliferation of people running around claiming to be the grits boy. While I was initially flattered , I quickly became saddened by the actions of seemingly noble minded slashdotters. While most imposters were able to muster up a weak facsimile of my legendary, humourous musings on life spent with grits down my pants, it became clear that they were missing an essential point. The point is this: I actually enjoy pouring hot grits down my pants. I seriously doubt that the imposters share such an affinity. Why do I enjoy pouring hot grits down my pants? That is a good question deserving of a serious answer. I have seen several arm-chair pyschologists attempt to diagnose my predelection for tossing hominy down my trousers. Some have chalked it up to a perverse, sado-masochistic, sexual ritual. Some imply that my prose is the work of some bored child. The plain truth is I do it as homage to Linux. Homage to Linux? Yes. Think about it. Linux has five letters. Grits has five letters. There are instant versions (Redhat) of Linux and there are instant grits. There are industrial strength versions of Linux (Debian) and there are industrial strength, slow-cooking grits. Linux started out as a niche product. Grits, outside of the south, remains a niche breakfast product. Linux and grits both go well with eggs and sausage. The synergy between Linux and grits is clearly evident. When I pour hot bowls of grits down my pants, I am professing my love for Linux !!! You now know who the real grits boy is. You also know a little more about the grits boy. I hope that I am able to continue my relationship with you fine people. I also hope that some among you will come to appreciate my love for grits and Linux. Who knows. Maybe you too will pour hot bowls of grits down your pants. Remember. It starts with hominy grit.
Repeat Post From The Grits Boy. I apologize for the repeat but this note is very important
Hi people. Before I pour hot grits down my pants, I would like to have a word with my adoring public.
In my absence the last few days, I've noticed a proliferation of people running around claiming to be the grits boy. While I was initially flattered , I quickly became saddened by the actions of seemingly noble minded slashdotters. While most imposters were able to muster up a weak facsimile of my legendary, humourous musings on life spent with grits down my pants, it became clear that they were missing an essential point. The point is this: I actually enjoy pouring hot grits down my pants. I seriously doubt that the imposters share such an affinity.
Why do I enjoy pouring hot grits down my pants? That is a good question deserving of a serious answer. I have seen several arm-chair pyschologists attempt to diagnose my predelection for tossing hominy down my trousers. Some have chalked it up to a perverse, sado-masochistic, sexual ritual. Some imply that my prose is the work of some bored child. The plain truth is I do it as homage to Linux.
Homage to Linux? Yes. Think about it.
Linux has five letters. Grits has five letters. There are instant versions (Redhat) of Linux and there are instant grits. There are industrial strength versions of Linux (Debian) and there are industrial strength, slow-cooking grits. Linux started out as a niche product. Grits, outside of the south, remains a niche breakfast product. Linux and grits both go well with eggs and sausage.
The synergy between Linux and grits is clearly evident. When I pour hot bowls of grits down my pants, I am professing my love for Linux !!!
You now know who the real grits boy is. You also know a little more about the grits boy. I hope that I am able to continue my relationship with you fine people. I also hope that some among you will come to appreciate my love for grits and Linux. Who knows. Maybe you too will pour hot bowls of grits down your pants. Remember. It starts with hominy grit.
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Hi people. I've just poured hot grits down my pants !!!
Quick question. Does anyone know if there is a grits gun in Q3? If not, I will not buy it. I am tired of grits being a second class food product and weapon. What is more fearsome than a gun that shoots grits? Nothing. John Carmack needs to stop discriminating against grits and realize that we grits people are serious gaming enthusiasts with a lot of dollars to burn.
I regret to inform you that at this time that I have only worked with grits and Linux (please see manifesto above). I do not rule out using FreeBSD in the future, however I will only use FreeBSD when I find a true synergy between it and grits. I am very serious about grits, as you well know.
Thank you for continued patronage and the question.
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Hi people. Before I pour hot grits down my pants, I would like to have a word with my adoring public.
In my absence the last few days, I've noticed a proliferation of people running around claiming to be the grits boy. While I was initially flattered , I quickly became saddened by the actions of seemingly noble minded slashdotters. While most imposters were able to muster up a weak facsimile of my legendary, humourous musings on life spent with grits down my pants, it became clear that they were missing an essential point. The point is this: I actually enjoy pouring hot grits down my pants. I seriously doubt that the imposters share such an affinity.
Why do I enjoy pouring hot grits down my pants? That is a good question deserving of a serious answer. I have seen several arm-chair pyschologists attempt to diagnose my predelection for tossing hominy down my trousers. Some have chalked it up to a perverse, sado-masochistic, sexual ritual. Some imply that my prose is the work of some bored child. The plain truth is I do it as homage to Linux.
Homage to Linux? Yes. Think about it.
Linux has five letters. Grits has five letters. There are instant versions (Redhat) of Linux and there are instant grits. There are industrial strength versions of Linux (Debian) and there are industrial strength, slow-cooking grits. Linux started out as a niche product. Grits, outside of the south, remains a niche breakfast product. Linux and grits both go well with eggs and sausage.
The synergy between Linux and grits is clearly evident. When I pour hot bowls of grits down my pants, I am professing my love for Linux !!!
You now know who the real grits boy is. You also know a little more about the grits boy. I hope that I am able to continue my relationship with you fine people. I also hope that some among you will come to appreciate my love for grits and Linux. Who knows. Maybe you too will pour hot bowls of grits down your pants. Remember. It starts with hominy grit.
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You must have missed my manifesto which I released recently. I repost here for you edification. Hi people. Before I pour hot grits down my pants, I would like to have a word with my adoring public. In my absence the last few days, I've noticed a proliferation of people running around claiming to be the grits boy. While I was initially flattered , I quickly became saddened by the actions of seemingly noble minded slashdotters. While most imposters were able to muster up a weak facsimile of my legendary, humourous musings on life spent with grits down my pants, it became clear that they were missing an essential point. The point is this: I actually enjoy pouring hot grits down my pants. I seriously doubt that the imposters share such an affinity. Why do I enjoy pouring hot grits down my pants? That is a good question deserving of a serious answer. I have seen several arm-chair pyschologists attempt to diagnose my predelection for tossing hominy down my trousers. Some have chalked it up to a perverse, sado-masochistic, sexual ritual. Some imply that my prose is the work of some bored child. The plain truth is I do it as homage to Linux. Homage to Linux? Yes. Think about it. Linux has five letters. Grits has five letters. There are instant versions (Redhat) of Linux and there are instant grits. There are industrial strength versions of Linux (Debian) and there are industrial strength, slow-cooking grits. Linux started out as a niche product. Grits, outside of the south, remains a niche breakfast product. Linux and grits both go well with eggs and sausage. The synergy between Linux and grits is clearly evident. When I pour hot bowls of grits down my pants, I am professing my love for Linux !!! You now know who the real grits boy is. You also know a little more about the grits boy. I hope that I am able to continue my relationship with you fine people. I also hope that some among you will come to appreciate my love for grits and Linux. Who knows. Maybe you too will pour hot bowls of grits down your pants. Remember. It starts with hominy grit.
So sayeth the gritsboy.
Hi people. Before I pour hot grits down my pants, I would like to have a word with my adoring public.
In my absence the last few days, I've noticed a proliferation of people running around claiming to be the grits boy. While I was initially flattered , I quickly became saddened by the actions of seemingly noble minded slashdotters. While most imposters were able to muster up a weak facsimile of my legendary, humourous musings on life spent with grits down my pants, it became clear that they were missing an essential point. The point is this: I actually enjoy pouring hot grits down my pants. I seriously doubt that the imposters share such an affinity.
Why do I enjoy pouring hot grits down my pants? That is a good question deserving of a serious answer. I have seen several arm-chair pyschologists attempt to diagnose my predelection for tossing hominy down my trousers. Some have chalked it up to a perverse, sado-masochistic, sexual ritual. Some imply that my prose is the work of some bored child. The plain truth is I do it as homage to Linux.
Homage to Linux? Yes. Think about it.
Linux has five letters. Grits has five letters. There are instant versions (Redhat) of Linux and there are instant grits. There are industrial strength versions of Linux (Debian) and there are industrial strength, slow-cooking grits. Linux started out as a niche product. Grits, outside of the south, remains a niche breakfast product. Linux and grits both go well with eggs and sausage.
The synergy between Linux and grits is clearly evident. When I pour hot bowls of grits down my pants, I am professing my love for Linux !!!
You now know who the real grits boy is. You also know a little more about the grits boy. I hope that I am able to continue my relationship with you fine people. I also hope that some among you will come to appreciate my love for grits and Linux. Who knows. Maybe you too will pour hot bowls of grits down your pants. Remember. It starts with hominy grit.