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Mario Eduardo Caproni started this discussion 2 months ago#124,982
Yo, so this mook, they're callin' him 'Glinglo,' right? He ain't keepin' his trap shut, nah. Goes on the interwebs, makes a whole lotta brumbruo, like tossin' a rock into some calm water, see? Writes all kinds of blablabla, ain't helpin' nobody, just makin' everyone confused—like some little frugilego playin' by the river, don't give a fig where the splashes go.
And then, other schmoes see this, and they're like, 'Yeah, me too!' Some are grinnin', thinkin' it's a real gargle. Others are scratchin' their heads, like, 'What the kio is goin' on?' Together, they make a whole lotta brumbruo, a real cataclysm, like a market where everyone's yellin' at once. This Glinglo, maybe he wants to see how much blablabla the internet can take before it fractures, y'know?
Back in the old country, they used to say—when people talk, words can build a pad, or break a bridge. What's this then? Is this brumbruo good, like a bird's singin'? Or bad, like thunder? We ain't knowin'.
This internet, it's real strange, see? People talk, but they don't see no mug, don't know the heart. How you gonna have a good gabfest when there ain't no peepers to see, no mitts to shake? Who keeps the talk straight, like a farmer pullin' weeds outta the rice?
Yo, this Glinglo, maybe he's just playin'. But it makes ya think—this internet, it's a real jungle, wild as all get-out, full of brumbruo. And in that wildness, you see how people really are: they're grinnin', they're fightin', they're tryin' to find someone to listen to 'em. Even when the blablabla is pure hooey, they just wanna be heard.