The CONDITIONAL, the DRUNK CONDITIONAL, and the INCREMENTAL X!

There’s a new thing now my readers where ZOMBIES go up, up, up on the roof to party ,do drugs, have sex and etc and etc. But But there was this NINETY CELLARS PLUS truck packed near my path in the east yesterday that got a shake of my head, a spit and a LOL(yeah this one. The one you use when you’re not physically present to be reckoned with). Anyways, where those HARVARDIANS and the NASA-RIANS when you need them!? Too busy making the world better for MACHINES!? I have already destroyed the PLUS he’s running around DRUNK with in my books. This PLUS exists where you get NASA-NEW YORK TIMES books, where earth is powered by the moon. It doesn’t occur on earth. Imagine this , a CONDITIONAL, rather a DRUNK CONDITIONAL, one without the full extent of his unthinking faculties then seeks to accrue an INCREMENTAL X without the ability to stop. If he read my books he will know what nature does with conditionals. In simple English my readers. A man who refuses to grow up, a boy, was given a dollar without ever working a day in his life. He then begins to accrue more dollars and more dollars, yet he hasn’t worked a day in his life! What do you then ask this man-boy my smart readers!? Should you ask him where he gets his dollars or where he gets more!? Here’s where you go read more of those BOOKS by NASA-AND NEW YORK TIMES because clearly if you tell your children they never have to work to make a dollar, IT’S A GOOD THING. Now, where STEPHEN KING’S IT at to show the ZOMBIES to the ROOF where they can party like they just don’t care, like its NASA’S BIRTHDAY on the MOON and you just came to party your EXISTENCES away. But whatever you do up there on that PARTY ROOF or PARTY FLOOR (RP, FP, RIP, FIP, SSOORRYY PR, RF!) do not raise your SHITTY SHIT HANDS to me. Raise it to the ALLIGATORS down there. You know how cool they are with hands when you put it in their mouths. ALLIGATORS, SO COOL! Where IT AT (TO TAKE YOU PARTYING!):