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Jones, it's too late! You just commented! Oh, sure, you told yourself, it'll only be this once. But then you saw your comment, right there on the web, newly minted, sparkling and bright. Nice, ain't it? And now you are telling yourself (don't deny it, we've all done it) "Well gosh, Maybe I who shouldn't, say it, but that's one hell of a comment! And it showed up with no misspellings or grammatical mistakes, and it's pretty well put!"
Well jones, that's it! You're hooked now! And why not, I ask?
Comment, gpjones! Comment til your eyes bubble! You've made a hell of a start, and there is every reason your comments should get better and better. Soon you will notice a new spring in your step, and catch that blond in the office who wouldn't give you the time of day before staring at you and breathing heavily, eyes glistening, the tip of her pink tongue protruding slightly from between rows of pearly-white, perfect teeth. After that, it's only a matter of time until the boss calls you in; "Jones", he'll say, "You've changed, and for the better! There's a new spring in your step, a glint in your eye, and the tone of command in your voice! You're redolent of Napoleon brandy, fine cigars and a judge of fine horseflesh, yet a regular maven withal!" "Call me GP, please" you'll say, swishing your riding crop against your well cut jodhpurs as if to the manner borne, calling for Dom Perignon and caviar with toast while flicking an invisible speck of dust from your cuffs of fine Michelin lace. Now you await the cornucopia of effluence which your patrician instep, the result of a thousand years of consanguineous breeding, tells you is yours by right. Outside, your mighty steed awaits, flecked with foam. You have the pride of a Spanish hidalgo, the blood of a thousand years of Jonses runs in your veins, yet, au fond, you're a regular guy, too.
Of course, sooner or later you'll get it right in the neck and find yourself waist-deep in the Mulligatawny, but hey A pish un a fortz iz vi a khasene un a klezmer!, if you get my drift.
So I look forward to hearing lot's from you!
