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So, I came up with this truly brilliant idea to earn myslef a Gad. I let the idea mature in my head for almost a whole month, until it was completely ripe. I considered every angle for extending it and how to deflect any potential criticism of my writing.
I sat dowhn and beagn writing it out, the words flowed freely in the sort of flowing prose that only a truly legendary author could manage. The words seemed to gleam in the form, taking on the appearance of being shiny, new and truly ground-breaking. I showed it to my wife and it reduced her to tears of joy. I showed it to my friend and he called it 'the greatest piece of internet writing ever known to man'. I made sure to save a copy just in case some bug caused it to be lost forever, a tragedy which would surely cause anothe outbreak of war.
My mouse-pointer hovered over the 'post this message' button, knowing that the moment I clicked it, the world would never be the same again, showing the same kind of trepidation that only a true pioneer would feel when their idea finally came to fruition. Now was the time. Now was my time, the world would finally see what I was capable of.
But then, I had a revelation. Apparently, all I needed to do was to ask. So, could I have a GAD please?
I sat dowhn and beagn writing it out, the words flowed freely in the sort of flowing prose that only a truly legendary author could manage. The words seemed to gleam in the form, taking on the appearance of being shiny, new and truly ground-breaking. I showed it to my wife and it reduced her to tears of joy. I showed it to my friend and he called it 'the greatest piece of internet writing ever known to man'. I made sure to save a copy just in case some bug caused it to be lost forever, a tragedy which would surely cause anothe outbreak of war.
My mouse-pointer hovered over the 'post this message' button, knowing that the moment I clicked it, the world would never be the same again, showing the same kind of trepidation that only a true pioneer would feel when their idea finally came to fruition. Now was the time. Now was my time, the world would finally see what I was capable of.
But then, I had a revelation. Apparently, all I needed to do was to ask. So, could I have a GAD please?
Sorry but it only works the once ;)
So, I came up with this truly brilliant idea to earn myslef a Gad. I let the idea mature in my head for almost a whole month, until it was completely ripe. I considered every angle for extending it and how to deflect any potential criticism of my writing.
I sat dowhn and beagn writing it out, the words flowed freely in the sort of flowing prose that only a truly legendary author could manage. The words seemed to gleam in the form, taking on the appearance of being shiny, new and truly ground-breaking. I showed it to my wife and it reduced her to tears of joy. I showed it to my friend and he called it 'the greatest piece of internet writing ever known to man'. I made sure to save a copy just in case some bug caused it to be lost forever, a tragedy which would surely cause anothe outbreak of war.
My mouse-pointer hovered over the 'post this message' button, knowing that the moment I clicked it, the world would never be the same again, showing the same kind of trepidation that only a true pioneer would feel when their idea finally came to fruition. Now was the time. Now was my time, the world would finally see what I was capable of.
But then, I had a revelation. Apparently, all I needed to do was to ask. So, could I have a GAD please?
I sat dowhn and beagn writing it out, the words flowed freely in the sort of flowing prose that only a truly legendary author could manage. The words seemed to gleam in the form, taking on the appearance of being shiny, new and truly ground-breaking. I showed it to my wife and it reduced her to tears of joy. I showed it to my friend and he called it 'the greatest piece of internet writing ever known to man'. I made sure to save a copy just in case some bug caused it to be lost forever, a tragedy which would surely cause anothe outbreak of war.
My mouse-pointer hovered over the 'post this message' button, knowing that the moment I clicked it, the world would never be the same again, showing the same kind of trepidation that only a true pioneer would feel when their idea finally came to fruition. Now was the time. Now was my time, the world would finally see what I was capable of.
But then, I had a revelation. Apparently, all I needed to do was to ask. So, could I have a GAD please?