You get to read something and kill about 2 hours of your unimportant little lives.

 

You get to read something that strangers with candy wants you to and all you have to do is reach deep into their pocket and grab the unknown item that seems to be moving by itself.

 

...You get to read.

 

um.....You kill time...

Cons:

You get bored shitless to the point where anything with the letter 'G' in it makes you want to open a new bottle of Coke and blow it's contents into your anus by means of electroduck spanking.

You will hate us and begin to plot against us, to watch us burn in the firey pits of hell, with the bits and the things and everything else nasty including.... GOATS!

You will go mad. Absolutely UDDERLY crazy from the endless use of Goats in anything we desire to inscribe onto your puny pathetic memories, which really has no significance when compared to the wonderous Yak and his luptious breasts which can be admired at the "Museum of Fine Dangly Bits, Featuring the Wonderous Yak's purple erect milk secreting nodes which are soft and mushy when you first touch them, but then soon enough become quite hard and perky...". So... in conclusion... i believe you are a ranting homosexual who like to watch goats groom their matted disgusting coats, which by the way rhymes with GOATS... who! have long ungroomed matted ugly bits hanging off the coats... that are on the GOATS!  (and yaks)