We’ve been floating here above The Stillorgan Industrial Estate in Dundrum, near Dublin . . . all day and most of the night now. We surveyed the land that Agent Heggle found, and dropped down for a while to play what ended up being a great game of football.
Agent Heggle tried for a while to see what it would take to buy the 7 acres N/W of this property, but he couldn’t find the listing. It seems that the soccer pitches are a stop-gap measure until it is sold.
But Agent Weebley wasn’t himself today. He was the goalie . . . but every now and again, he checked out his iPhone4 for messages from people at QueerID.com.
I heard him say shit a couple of times, and now I know why. After dinner, he disappeared for quite a while into their cabin. He was writing . . .
Now that I have a little time, I need to get something off my chest before I properly respond to peevay, smashing, and Matty1111, even though they left me little to go on. And sorry for calling you “pee at”, peevay, it wasn’t me going on you, it was my iPhone’s spell checker and iT in iT’s infinite wisdom, deciding that my thumbs were too big, so my comment suffered from premature postulation.
I wonder to myself, what would have caused such a violent reaction with my few words? Since I don’t like to judge, I will set it aside and let you in on a little known fact: for every person that posts a message, there are hundreds in the background that are just reading and never posting. Careful what you write.
You may be confused about why we are here . . . gwanouttait also seemed confused, but I’m not sure whether it was me, or just general confusion manifesting itself coincidentally after my comment and your violent reactions. We are here on QueerID because you are all talking freely about the NO vote. The Irish Times is a piece of chit on this issue, as all they want is to mouth the EU party line . . . the easy way down into the Maelstrom of ever increasing chits.
From the outset, you need to know I am half English, half Irish, half Canadian, and half MetaPhorian. The half MetaPhorian part is probably what got your goat, so I will clear that part up right now. We speak in riddles and analogies . . . a story that parallels the current Crying Game ARG inside ARG MetaPhoria. We stopped off in Ireland, establishing 3 places to set-up shop for manufacturing Stirling engines and attached generators, as well as printing 2 sided game pieces from lenticular stock at DP Lenticular in Dalkey to play the ARG. We were actually on our way to Sheffield at the time, where we have claimed 20 acres in the heart of Sheffield, but we . . . long story, and I’m sure you want me to get to the point.
I really don’t give a rat’s ass whether Irish people vote yes or NO, but holding your hands out for an allowance of ever weakening Euros from your EU masters just makes you slaves to them.
We will eventually be getting investors to swap money from the Euro, Dollars, Pounds, or whatever . . . into MetaFlorin for our ARG, and we will be manufacturing Stirling engines and generators as well as printing and giving out MetaFlorin in Ireland, England, Scotland and Wales . . . so you can either believe us or not. I guess when people get back to work making these products and prospering in support of this endeavor, and when the Euro printing machines go into overdrive and become increasingly worthless compared to . . . what . . . other currencies racing to the bottom in unison? That is when a Limited Edition Alternate Reality Game Peace will have this “stability” everyone seems to be looking for, while peevay continues to rotate around his hole, saying YES, YES, YES!
I promise not to plug our site again, which is 11 million on Alexa, while QueerID is 2 million. Sorry for me blurting it out . . . I can’t help myself sometimes.
Oh, and if you are wondering WTF this Alternate Reality Game thing is all about . . . the Queen is about to knight James Bond during the Olympics opening ceremonies. She is readying everyone for us . . . James Bond does not exist . . . . neither do I.
And in the interest of complete transparency, of which we are big ass fans, this entire post is posted somewhere else . . . Mum’s The Word!
I kinda liked his post, but Agent Weebley does this every now and again. It has me confused. Why does he say he doesn’t exist? That would mean we don’t exist! Why would he say that?
Anyway, everyone else is in bed right now . . . I’m flying the AirCar . . . we’re on our way to site number 3 . . . Dundrum.