Oh ok Lord Winter.. Is that how it is?
Lynching the fellow with the name starting with the number 1? Is that how it is? Huh? Huh??
This world is not fair. It just aint fair!! We can't discriminate people just because their name starts with numbers!! Just because if you line the sign up list, alphabetically I become first!
Whats wrong with numbers? Numbers are great! With out numbers you can't go shopping and think how much money you'll be needing. Just imagine your local shop which doesn't use numbers.
Instead of "Cabbage 70 c" you'll see "Cabbage seventy cents."
Then at the end of the shopping this is how it would be
Cabbage is seventy cents
Kit kat is one dollar
Beef steak is seven dollars and fifty cents
Milk is one dollar and thirty cents
Box of icecream would be six dollars sixty
And thats just me buying it. Imagine on a cold Thursday afternoon. Imagine all the ladies rally in the shopping market to buy the weekend worth of stash. Imagine the money fellas attempting to figure out how much money they should be receiving, counting with fingers instead of those funky machines.
Then after ten minutes of calculation.
"Its sixty five dollars and twenty cents madam"
"Okee doke"
And the "madam" pulls out the notes. Which says
"Fifty dollars" with out the numbers. Serial key? You aint getting those in numbers. You'll just get a alphabetical password on each notes. And some are soo much longer then others as we use alot and alot of notes.
Credit card? Yea how would you identify that the credit card is the credit card that the bank published? Again you'll get a stacks of alphabetical combination which goes on and on and on.. Then after the shop fella finally turns to "page three thousand six hundred and eighteen" and finds your alphabetical combination, you realize the que behind you have tripled and quad rippled since you came to the front of the que.
Then alas the cute looking gal... the casher girl asks you in her sweet voice.
"Password please"
you then go onwards to type your password you had to spend countless hours to come up with as most of the passwords are already taken.
"Beefy one eight seven"
"Sir. That password doesn't seem to match yours."
"Oh wait. Its Beefy oen eihgt seevn"
"Thank you sir. Have a nice day"
Yea right. Have a nice day huh? After lining up for three cranking hours on that humangously long waiting que?
You get home and you see your kids.
"Hey son hows it going?"
"Good daddy!! Hey daddy can we play cards?"
You open the packet and you get your brains cells to work at max speed again.
"I play the seven of diamond."
"Be quiet dad. You don't have to say what the card is in this game."
"Oh ok... I play a double.."
"Dad. Your cheating! You played the six of spade and nine of clubs!!"
"Oh sorry.. They all look the same."
"Just read the letters dad! Its not that hard!!"
You turn on the jolly good TV show "time travel.. See what the world was like in the past"
"Numbers are gay. Math is gay. I think the government should ban numbers.. and anything which got something to do with numbers."
Some idiotic student... Why did he say that..
"So upon hearing this, our government have officially decided to ban numbers!!"
"Yay"
Umm boo?
You switch the channel and see Kiefer Sutherland, running around with guns.
Hey its twenty four. I love this program!!
"The following takes place. In seven in the morning till eight in the morning."
The alphabet pops up with the Tic toc sound "Eight thirty seven. Five seconds. Six seconds."
You finish twenty four and keeps watching.
Hey its numbthreeers. Apparently the title used to make sense.
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I hate math too.. But when I wrote this.. I finally appreciated the greatness of numbers.. So after a thirty minutes of straight typing let me finally type a number...
123456789!!
I hope you dear sir now appreciates the greatness of numbers. Also
Vote: Yoyoma for being last on the sign up list
EDIT: It seems alot has changed since I started typing this.. Sorry for the bandwagon Yoyoma but i refuse to change my vote.
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