Fake Laughs and Phony Conversations

Have you caught yourself doing this? Laughing but not laughing. Smiling and physically present but emotionally void? What about talking within a group, but not involved at all in conversation?

I have to tell you all that fake conversation, fake laughing, and all the phony conversations exist because there is present among us the pencil-neck geek. The pencil-neck geek can be male, female, and comes in a variety of color. One distinct feature among all geeks is the elongated neck. The purpose of such a feature must be to attract other geeks for mating, as of late the geek is not an endangered species.

Geeks run rapid among us they come in various sizes and ages. Some geeks can be as young as our little neighbor boy whom thinks it is alright to ram his head into our wall for no purpose but further accelerate his present brain damage. Geeks can be a "family group" as well. Starting with the father geek, once the male geek establishes his territory he trys to attract a mate by stretching forth his long neck, soon a "herd" of geeks takes root in the neighborhood.
Geeks then take on American jobs, and integrate themselves in modern society. They are working and living among us. Everyday citizens and co-workers. How does one know when one is among geeks? A few simple, obvious features are [1] Longer then usual neck [2] walk as if one leg is "stuck" permanently to the ground, while the other flops awkwardly in motion [3] carries on a conversation with a fake laugh followed by another laugh [4] annoys the heck out of you by asking you for information that you are not qualified to give [5] incontinent
With these obvious signs you are sure to know, someone among you is a pencil-neck geek.
This begs the question, so what is to be done? A few suggestions I have are simple. Loose gun laws, geek tax, and regulated breeding.
Perhaps, in time the only way to see a pencil-neck geek will be at a petting zoo. One can hope for a brighter future. The more you know (star flaring off).
Can we all please stop the fake laughing, and phony conversations.
Song is from Fred Blasie. Funny stuff.Back when I was a kid, life was going swell.Till something happened, blew every thing to hell.That night my daddy stumbled in, all pale and weak,Said, "A woman up the block just gave birth to a geek."Mom said, "Sell it to the circus, what the heck."Dad said, "Nope, this one's a pencil neck.And if there's one thing lower than a side show freak, It's a grit eatin', scum suckin', pencil neck geek."You see if you take a pencil that won't hold lead, Looks like a pipe cleaner attached to a head,Add a buggy whip body with a brain that leaks,You got yourself a grit eatin', pencil neck geek.(chorus)Pencil neck geek, grit eatin' freak, scum suckin', pea head with a lousy physique.He's a one man, no gut, losing streak.Nothin' but a pencil neck geek. Soon the geeks were poppin' up all over town. You couldn't hardly sneeze without knockin' one down.After a nice juicy steak, if you need a toothpick,Just reach for a geek, they'll do the trick.One day we cut one up for fish bait. Learned our lesson just a little bit late.Soon as the geek hit the drink, the water turned red.Next day, sure enough, all the fish were dead.chorusMost any night you know where I can be found.Yeah, stomping some geek's head into the ground.So keep the faith, 'cause in Blassie you can trust,I won't give up 'til the last geek bites the dust.chorusThey say these geeks come a dime a dozen.I'm lookin' for the guy who's supplyin' the dimes.Its gonna be real hard times for all of thesegrit eatin',scum suckin',boot lickin', drop kickin', gut grindin',nail bitin',glue sniffin',scab pickin',butt scratchin',egg hatchin',sleazy,smelly,pepper bellied, dirty, lousy, rotten, stinkin', freaks.Nothing but a pencil neck geek.