This Page Is Also Pointless
Okay surely you must realize by now that this site is entirely pointless - that is to say, there is absolutely no point what so ever in looking at this page or the site it is located on. There is no way that, after reading two whole pages of meaningless drivel which stated MANY TIMES that they were totally meaningless, that you could NOT be aware of the fact that you are wasting your time. And as you can see this page here is simply another large block of text with no purpose or any value to anyone, anywhere, in any way, shape or form. But still, here you are - reading this pointless nonsense even though you know it's an utterly pointless waste of time. Shouldn't you be doing something with your time? Something - God forbid - CONSTRUCTIVE? The answer, of course, is no. Why bother doing things when you'll be dead eventually? Assuming that the minimum age for reading comprehension is 6, that means that you have, at the most, about seventy years to live. If you're about my age then you only have about fifty years left on this planet. So why on earth would you bother trying to achieve anything? Even if you do manage to accomplish something you're only going to die eventually so what the hell is the point of doing something grandiose (or even remotely interesting) when you won't be around to admire your accomplishment? You may as well just sit here and read page after page of completely meaningless text which keeps repeatedly informing you of the fact that it is completely meaningless. I mean, it can't hurt, can it? What's the worst thing that could happen to you while your sitting here reading these words? Well how about if a freak power surge caused by rats gnawing on the electrical wiring caused your computer to explode and shower your face with shards of broken glass and globs of melted plastic? Or if a poisonous spider managed to crawl up un-noticed while you were mesmerized by line after line after line after line after line after line after line after line after line after line of text and bit you on the foot? Well that wouldn't be much fun, now would it. The chances of something like that happening are, however, pretty damn slim. In all probability you will simply reach the bottom of this page without a commercial airliner crashing through your ceiling and killing your goldfish or any incident of any kind. In all probability, when you finish reading this page, a couple of minutes will have gone by and nothing more. You know you'll never be able to get those couple of minutes back, don't you? That's right. They're gone forever. You could have used them to do anything you wanted. But, no, you chose to waste them reading something that clearly has no point to it at all. Think of all the things you could have done with those couple of minutes you wasted. Go on. Think of them. I'm not going to type any suggestions out for you. You thought I was, though, didn't you? Usually when someone says something like "just think of all the..." they're about to give you a few examples in order to make some kind of point. But since there IS no point to all of this, I'm not going to. That's right. You heard me. You can't make me, either. You may think you can, but you can't. You don't know where I live or, for that matter, if I even exist at all. This could have been typed by some word processing program or even a trained monkey of some kind. I mean, it's unlikely but it's not beyond the realms of possibility. It's entirely possible that some scientist transplanted an artificial brain into a banana and spent ten years teaching it to type. Not very likely, granted, but it's not impossible. Highly improbable, perhaps, but not impossible. It's even possible that in the next few hundred years flatulence will become an acceptable, even DESIRABLE form of courtship between male and female human beings. Think about it: male dogs roll themselves in the pungent-smelling decayed carcasses of dead animals in order to attract a mate. And while it's EXTREMELY unlikely that sometime in the distant future the potency of a guy's flatus will determine his success at finding a female willing to copulate with him, it isn't impossible. It's also entirely possible that you may be under the impression that this page was leading somewhere. It isn't.
This next page is so pointless it actually hurt my brain
