Saturday, November 11, 2006

This Night, I Am Given A Mission. No, Strike That. Tonight, I Realize The Mission Fate Always Intended For Me.

I love the G-mail. Not for the mail service so much, although it is pretty kick-ass. What I love is the ads. Yes, the ads. I've written before about how an effort is made to relate them to what you are talking about in your messages. I may soon be able to start a separate blog based on where the G-mail ads take me. Tonight, for example, while writing about how I have a newfound fetish for military women, I see an ad touting a "free mission statement builder" You basically fill out a form that asks what's important in your life, and presto, out comes your mission.

Now I ask you, how the hell could I pass that up?

I know you're all anxious, so I won't keep you in suspense any longer. Here is the Drugnazi's personal mission statement, done by computer, so you know it's accurate:

My purpose is to express my appreciation of hot women, commitment to life and good hygiene by watching them shake their moneymaker, by not killing people and by taking regular showers. To sleep, form a band, get laid and obtain at least $5 by Monday, November 12, 2007.

Wish me luck my friends.

Update- I can't decide if this is really funny or if I am just too goddamn tired after a 12 hour workshift. I'll have to reevaluate in the morning.


Anonymous said...

It's not funny, but your other content redeems you.

Get some sleep.

Carmen Sandiego said...

So are you saying your love of burquas has been replaced by army fatigues? My, but you are getting more liberal Drugnazi. You've moved from eyes only to full face, hand and wrist exposure. I'm not wearing any socks right now... is that making you hot?

drugnazi said...

In Saudi Arabia I could be executed for some of the thoughts bare ankles put into my mind.