Kewl - What's It All About
Posted on January 01 2015
A completely unnecessary and moronic variation on the word "cool". It's harder to type than "cool" and makes you look like a retard if you say it.
"Dats wel kewl!"
"Hush up retard."
A spelling of "cool" that makes fun of the word "kool." It is much more interesting than the word "cool" which has become cliche and pretty much lost its meaning. Many people seem to have a problem with "kewl" because they have sticks up their asses and actually complain about how people say "cool". All I can say is..."Take it Bitch"
There is also a hand sign for this. Here's how to do it:
Jeanne: Wow thats sooo Kewl!!!
Too bad for Charlie Brown, he just ain't as kewl as Snoopy !
Kewl about life!
"I've made every wrong choice a middle age man can make, I've pissed away all of my money, I've chased off anyone who has ever loved me, and lately I can't even stand the face I see in the mirror"
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too:
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;
If you can dream---and not make dreams your master;
If you can think---and not make thoughts your aim,
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same:.
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build'em up with worn-out tools;
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings,
And never breathe a word about your loss:
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings---nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much:
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And---which is more---you'll be a Man, my son!
To be continued...