I wrote this and I think it's pretty funny. I LOVE games, all kinds, so I often play on pogo (okay so I'm a lil addicted). However, if you've never played on pogo before you may not get it fully. Anyway hope you find it funny.

I guess you should read it fast and as if you were on the brink of insanity.

Do you ever wonder if Pogo.com is in some kind of conspiracy with the government sending subliminal messages to you as you log on at 8am just win enough tokens to have a .000000000000001 percent chance to win in the monthly 1000.00 cash drawing. All the while your sitting there getting these messages that Bush is a great president and that Colin Powell didnt lie to the entire nation meanwhile theres these other messages that tell you that Pogo.com is the greatest web site ever drawing you to not stop playing when you should be taking a shower and going to work. And you sit there all day long playing and playing and your mind begins to turn to mush and theres some stupid chat party going on on the left side of your screen between pogo zombies that think that they may have a chance of finding "pogo soulmates?" And your thinking "What the f*ck losers get a life!!" as you secretly congradulate yourself cause you just won a miesley 150 tokens in the jackpot spin on greenback bayou. And your friends all come over and they are like "What do you want to do?" "I dunno what do you want to do?" Meanwhile your face is three feet away from your computer screen clicking like a maniac cause you know they are there to take you away from your precious pogo, and your muttering something like, "next spin, I know it, next spin, I'll get the x2 jackpot" while your thinking something along the lines of "I wish these people would go away, how did they get in my house, I vaguely remember them, maybe I can kill them to shut them up." And you keep clicking till about 1am while all of those people in your house keep talking about how now theres nothing to do and they're all drunk at that point and your lagging on squelches cause you gotta watch and make sure noone dumps their drink on your keyboard. Then all the people leave and you must have said bye to them but now your brain is completely liquified and you know you have to go to bed so you can wake up in the morning and play it again. But as you go to sleep you realize the conspiracy and the addiction so you sorta one eye your computer all night long hoping you dont have the urge to hop on again and your lying there in the cold sweats realizing you havent eaten in three solid days, and pictures of the dancing King, Queen, and Jack on Payday Freecell taunt you all night long and somewhere along the course of your insanity you close your eye and fall asleep and then in the morning you wake up and DO IT ALL THE F*CK OVER AGAIN!!! OH MY GODDDDDDD POGO IS THE DEVIL!!!!