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Thursday, January 03, 2008

Different year, different toilet, same crap!

I do this every year... because till today, no one really gets the point yet!

This is a jukebox...

It has no brain on it's own accept for a bunch of electrical circuitries and microchips. It has no emotions, feelings or moods. You can insert coins, press any damn button and it plays your song request(s). You can kick it and it won't hit you back but you'll probably hurt your foot though. You can't offer it a drink. You can hug it as much as you want. It doesn't need to pee. It doesn't need a day off. It doesn't need to go on a break. Most importantly, it's just a piece of machine with no soul.

This is a Disc-Jockey / Deejay / DJ

He / She is human, just like you. And needs a break ever so often. May or may not have moodswings, depending on the time of month. Coins are not accepted. Denominations of $10 and above are preferred. The only buttons you can probably find are on the clothes he / she is wearing. Doesn't really like to cater to song request(s). Will probably pretend to be very busy just to ignore anyone that wishes to make a request. Most likely to flick you the middle finger as your back is turned. Will feel bored after a while... playing to an empty room. Needs a lot of inspiration and drive in order to perform well.

This is a piece of turd...

No longer the "No.1 DJ in the world". Does not really produce his own tracks. Can't really mix two songs together properly to save his Dutch testicles. Doesn't really like women. Prefers young boys. And I'm not making any of this up. Love wearing really tight tees. Would blend in well at Gay Pride. I swear I'm not joking here. May entertain song requests... and most likely to play all of them at one go. He loves chocalate starfishes... the younger the better. Can't sue me because I'm merely stating the true facts. Oh, he likes watching his pet dog lick it's own anus. Sometimes he gets involved too... thus the term... PETTING.