The Internet/Billy Mays story is spiralling out of control.

I really mean it. I figured ‘Hey, lets do a gameshow week!’ I never meant to get Billy Mays invited.

The creative process has overtaken me, my muse has taken over, and there is nothing we can do to stop it.

Do you know how hard it is to write an entire unpunctuated paragraph of l33t?! IT HURTS YOUR BRAIN!

That’s it.. IHL has officially driven me nuts.

Thank Dot it’s Friday
Jamie

EDIT: Apparently Internet is exceptionally hard to read today – which I really think is part of the idea – but here’s the translation for those that hate reading that shit. (Trust me, I hate writing it… sorta)

“HELLO EVERYONE! BILLY… THE INTERNET HERE AND DO I HAVE AN OFFER FOR YOU. HAVE YOU EVER FELT LIKE NOBODY LIKES YOU AND LIKE EVERYONE WAS OUT TO GO AND SCREAM AT YOU ‘DIAF’ (Die In A Fire) AND YOU ARE LIKE ‘LULZ’ BUT THEY ARE ALL LIKE ‘NO FOR SERIOUS’ AND THEN YOU GO ‘BITCH IT’S ON!’ SO YOU TWITTERBOMB THAT THEIR MOM IS DEAD AND POST PICS OF THEIR SISTER BUT EVERYONE SAYS ‘TITS OR GTFO’ (Get the fuck out) SO YOU TELL THEM ALL ABOUT THIS TIME YOU TOTALLY SCREWED HER AND THEN THE PEOPLE ARE ALL ‘OOOO! PICS OR IT DIDN’T HAPPEN!’ AND YOU DON’T HAVE ANY BECAUSE YOU WERE OBVIOUSLY LYING AND HAVE NEVER EVEN SEEN A REAL BOOB?! WELL I’M HERE TO CHANGE THAT!”