Random Wisdom

Tip 17

Not really a tip, just a wonderful conversation my friends had:
(Excuse the language)

F1: Okay fine you're a tough nut to crack

F2: Thank you. You'd need a goddamn nutcracker to crack this nut. The toughest goddamn nut there is. Can't crack this nut nope.

F1: I bet my bofa could crack you though. Like damn, stronger than steel. Just... Smash the nut open. Goodbye nut, have fun not existing

F2: That nut'd feel great nut existing. See look that nut had so much free time not existing from being cracked open like a goddamn crab on sushi night at the buffet and you get half off on crabs so you go get so much crab.

F1: That bofa enjoys destroying a nuts reality. Damn hells raining down on that little nut like a butchers fucking cleaver, so much force, and yet so tasty. But the bofa is really a metaphor for death. Some people view it as an escape, but this joy of finding an escape is short lived. This bofa will just continue smashing forever and ever until everything ceases to exist like those fucking crabs you just ate.

F2: That nut's reality has been flushed down the goddamn space toilet. Just like those crabs that were cracked on and on like there was no end. Space time can't tell when it'll stop. Crab on crab on crab. Never stopping. That nut has been nearly gone into the depths of never ending crazy shit. Only thing stoppin that nut from going into complete goddamn fucking insanity is the memories of when it was uncracked. Like a fucking dream when it was like that. Goddamn that nut had a good life then it was tossed away. Damn. Shit happens.

F1: The bofa has long since forgotten it's purpose in its dull life. It cannot remember what it was like to be still, and neat. Never crushing anything as small as an ant. But now, it cannot stop. The satisfaction of the insatiable crunch of every object crushed beneath it was merely feeding the beast. The bofa has been lost to the void, irretrievable, like Donald Trump's morals. It kept spiralling into this drunken splendour, wrecking havoc upon anything near it. Fucking destroying lives, but destruction is a goddamn double edged sword. The bofa's dignity has been sucked into a vortex in which nothing can escape, along with its soul.

F2: The nut floats in the infinite void we cal goddamn space. It floats and floats out and it's gone. It's fuckin she'll that was one invincible levitates next to it. The nut cries one goddamn badass tear and looks up and damn. It has lost control of its goddamn life.

F1: Finally, the evil of the bofa has been destroyed, and it must now fucking chill in eternal darkness with everyone and everything it fucked up. This was no longer a bofa, this was a shell of a bofa named bofa deez nuts. It had a child, that was crushed by its vengeance. It was one motherfucker and it wishes it could go back and un crush that nut like we all wish we could un crush the nuts of our long gone friendships and broken bridges. "Fuck this shit I'm out." The once-bofa bofa'd. It then faded into nothingness with the faint sound of 'bring me to life' by evanescence playing forever more in the void.

Once again, I'm sorry for the language. This was too good to pass up.