A Rolling Stone Gathers No Moss

- printed in micro-fabric bold against an outrageous red background across Timmy Boy's chest.

Here's a thought-provoking and catchy catchline which caught my cunning eye on some kewl Chinese New Year gathering we had at the Snake's Lair; not new to you guys cos you peeps probably heard it from me countless of times to the point of irritation.

Remember my sole purpose in life is to irritate the shit out of you guys to see how much stick you guys can take and tolerate before you officially declare me a 大人。 I realised the more shit you're willing to put up with an idiot, the more you consider him as a brudder deep down inside. As such, the following shall now be assumed: Irritation being the official yardstick to measure brudderhoodship by and BerD, the official SI unit for irritation.

Here's an example for the slow and fat on the proper usage of the newly coined term:

BerD:
Timmy: "Woah, that BernarD da AnaConDa is one sonnawabeetch man... He was like damn irritating lah during the car ride back home... Cant stand him balls."
GooSe: "Huh! Really? And how irritating was he?"
Timmy: "The fuck I know? Perhaps 3 BerDs much?"
GooSe: "Really?! 3 BerDs much?! Coolness." (o.O)

Back to that kickass phrase: A Rolling Stone Gathers No Moss.

Saying it alone makes me feel 3 times as cool as before.

A rolling stone gathers no moss.

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9 times as cool now. Coolness...

Honestly, I'm still struggling to figure the exact meaning behind this kickass phrase. It seems that it's got a truckload of possible permutations of meanings to it... Well here's Timmy's interpretation of it is and at face-value: "When you're on a roll, there's no stopping ya!" Well I guess Timmy was just bent on going to the Snake's Lair to win money in CNY's context! Cheerios anyway... Time to sleep!