I can hear Shakespeare spinning from here...

Working on a DEEP post is taking its toll, I'm just not there yet.  So you can now enjoy a little spurt of casual creativity.


I was reading the latest Penny Arcade-making fun of kindle, classic literature and Jersey Shore- and chatting with my friend and popped out this little gem off the top of my head.  The more I stare at what I did in a few seconds, the more I want to devote an hour or so to polish and finish.  Anyway here's a taste to whet your whistle:

From Brosef Derpspeare's upcoming tragedy S'itch, Act III, Scene 1

To gym or tan, that is the question

Whether 'tis more alpha in the mind to suffer

The Swings and slurs of drunk grenades

 Or to take abs against a pack of bitches,

 And by impressing, fuck them? To hump, to bone

 To fuck, perchance to burn, aye but there's the rub

The cream for my rash...the undiscover'd urinary tract

 From whose bladder, no pee returns

Thus herepes doth make cowards of us all

And thus the orange hue of Situation 

Is sicklied o'er with a pale film of Rid(TM)

Soften now, the slattern Snooki!  Gorgon, in thy shrieks

Be all my lays remembered!

LOL 2 DEEP 4 U!