Once upon a time, in a faraway land, there was a big New Year’s Eve party. There were lots of PhaseBook friends in it, dressed nicely with lots of exclamation points and cheerfully exchanging links with each other. A big party house it was, with plenty of room to chat.
“Seven fat years, then seven lean years; rinse, repeat”, commented Joe Chef, a financial analyst and amateur plumber.
“Seven lean years?” asked Merrilyn. “Is that a new diet? I am awfully itchy already!!!!!! What year are we in now anyway??????”
“My dear Merrilyn”, said moustached Dr. Onestone – enchanted – “it all depends on your reference point! For some, it’s pretty lean…They can only count for support on relatives. My theory says so.”
“Que sera, sera”, stepped in DiDi.
“What can go wrong, will!” asserted Major Murphy, rapidly firing an Hess-a-Mess.
“It’s hard to make predictions, especially about the future!” intervened Yogi Berra with a bullish predisposition.
“Don’t worry, be happy!” replied-All Bobby.
“Like!!!!!!” cliqued all.
Life, liberty, the pursuit of happiness, auld lang syne…
We’ll try again next year.
Postscript: Happy New Year everyone!
“like”, “like”, “like!!!!!!”, and
Happy 2011!
Καλή Χρονιά!