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WILD GOAT: the untold story of what me and your girlfriend did last night, and, some other lies,i’ll say, if you don’t start reading my blog, yo

WILD GOAT: the untold story of what me and your girlfriend did last night, and, some other lies,i’ll say, if you don’t start reading my blog, yo

I roll my eyes: sigh: shrug.

“That’s for real”, I continue speaking to Bilta as I take a sip of coffee, “the name of your blog, yo?”

“It’s a .time digital.website because I always post when it’s appropriate.”

“That makes no sense–consider making it a .boring because that’s what it is.”

“You chuckled”, he replies as closes the digital.lid on the digital.laptop, “that’s what matters–really.”

“So, anyways, Bilta”, I reply as I sigh, “why are you showing me this again–like, is there some point to this?”

“Yeah! I have a 340px X 340px open space on my website that is perfect to advertise the music festival, yo.”

I roll my eyes.

“Bilta”, I respond as I shrug, “there’s only eight people in digital.Texarkana–you only have to pick up a phone.  It will, literally, only take, like, something, like fifteen minutes to canvas the whole town.  Why would we want to advertise on your digital.website?”

“It’s free.”

I pause: his point is well thought out and incredibly valid–it’s also at the right time, like he mentioned with his domain name.

“Ok–Bilta”, I reply as I lean back in my plastic recliner in the cafe by the beach, “I’m listening–probably going to regret this decision.  All the same, give it to me, Bilta.”

“Please, don’t say that again, boss”, he replies as he rolls his eyes, “but… still, I think that we can attract a couple more people to our digital.music.festival there.  I mean–there’s going to be a fucking moon bounce.  You need more then seven people on a moon bounce before it gets anywhere near being entertaining–basic logic.  If we can get three more people, accounting for a standard deviation of 0.685 and a 95% confidence level, we can have a, somewhat, not awful, experience.”

I pause; I sip my coffee.

“Bilta–you’re a genius.  Very weird–let’s not forget that.  But, still, I think that you may have a point–so you’re thinking that me advertising on your already vacant spot on your digital.website can attract the remaining three or four people that we need to enjoy the moon bounce.  As it is properly intended, yo.”

“S”, Bilta exclaims as his eyes light up, “I did some basic research on the surrounding areas–there’s another town, nearby, that his four people living there.  If we can get half of them, the town, to show up–then we may have a critical mass to acheive lift off of our moon bounce!”

I cough, a little.

“You’re so lame, Bilta”, I reply as I shrug, “when people hear that we have a moonbounce, you will have a solid 82% of the population in attendence in our event–consider the numbers.  Numbers don’t lie–unlike the chicken that is still under our table asleep.”

“Does it lay or lie, yo?”

“Let’s stop talking about chickens, Bilta”, I reply as I shrug, “your moonbounce advertisment idea… it’s top notch.”

“That’s all I do!”

“Why are you so lame, Bilta?”

“You know”, he replies as he shrugs, “we think that this is part of why we, velociraptors, went extinct in the Crustacean period.”

“Is that for real? I don’t recall that in your instruction manual.”

“Yeah”, he continues as he rolls his eyes, “I just made that up.”



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