Dear reader, you wish to know about the history of Project Mayhem? Allow me to impart this wisdom upon on you.
It happened a long, long time ago. Such a long time, some historians argue it could have happened three years ago. Back then, a group of directionless twenty-something year olds was bored shitless. Not your average “it’s- Friday-night-but-it’s-raining-cats-and-dogs-outside” kind of bored, but the genuine “oh-heavens-every-day-is-the-same-I-wish-I-could-stay-in-bed-all-day-long” type of boredom.
They cruised the highway of life stuck in cruise-control, the path ahead resembling the infinity that is the Interstate 50 towards Reno. Days turned into nights, the monotonous landscape of cacti and bovine skulls providing no distraction. There was the occasional wank or blowjob by a heroin-addict desperately in need of her fix, but these offered as much long-time satisfaction as the winner of Random Popularity Contest X stays in the general public’s collective mind.
It seemed as if life was an endless jar of mediocrity filled with mediocre peanut butter, to be spread on a mediocre slice of a mediocre casino loaf of bread, served with a mediocre glass of milk milked from a mediocre cow living somewhere in the middle of gloomy Rushmoor.
But it was then when it happened. One of the guys had a great idea. In order to battle boredom, they would start a website. Not just any website, but what would soon become known as the best website on the Internet. Ever.
To date, these young men -and young men pretending to be women- stand by this website in order to enrich the Internet with their day-by-day findings. The name of the website? Dear reader, you are currently staring at it with your best Blackadder impression.
Project Mayhem, battling boredom with cynicism and apathy on a daily basis. (Not during weekends or bank holidays. During the nights only on request.)
It happened a long, long time ago. Such a long time, some historians argue it could have happened three years ago. Back then, a group of directionless twenty-something year olds was bored shitless. Not your average “it’s- Friday-night-but-it’s-raining-cats-and-dogs-outside” kind of bored, but the genuine “oh-heavens-every-day-is-the-same-I-wish-I-could-stay-in-bed-all-day-long” type of boredom.
They cruised the highway of life stuck in cruise-control, the path ahead resembling the infinity that is the Interstate 50 towards Reno. Days turned into nights, the monotonous landscape of cacti and bovine skulls providing no distraction. There was the occasional wank or blowjob by a heroin-addict desperately in need of her fix, but these offered as much long-time satisfaction as the winner of Random Popularity Contest X stays in the general public’s collective mind.
It seemed as if life was an endless jar of mediocrity filled with mediocre peanut butter, to be spread on a mediocre slice of a mediocre casino loaf of bread, served with a mediocre glass of milk milked from a mediocre cow living somewhere in the middle of gloomy Rushmoor.
But it was then when it happened. One of the guys had a great idea. In order to battle boredom, they would start a website. Not just any website, but what would soon become known as the best website on the Internet. Ever.
To date, these young men -and young men pretending to be women- stand by this website in order to enrich the Internet with their day-by-day findings. The name of the website? Dear reader, you are currently staring at it with your best Blackadder impression.
Project Mayhem, battling boredom with cynicism and apathy on a daily basis. (Not during weekends or bank holidays. During the nights only on request.)
12:10 PM Mar 13
