The Mutation of “Twenty Five Things”

If someone sends you an e-mail and asks you to write down 25 things about yourself and then pass that along to twenty-five of your friends with the requirement that they do the same: how long before everyone is “it” and wishing you’d go maim yourself?

Not long.  I did the math.  If everyone obeys like a trained chihuahua, the graphic below shows the exponential growth of passing the itness along to your erstwhile friends.

25
625
15,625
390,625
9,765,625
244,140,625
6,103,515,625
152,587,890,625
3,814,697,265,625

By the fifth generation (noted in red) nearly the entire population of Facebook has been tagged.  If you are on Facebook, you’ve probably been tagged multiple times already as this thing is growing faster than mold.

Bark! Bark! Good boy! Write those 25 things again won’t you?

By the seventh generation (in green), every living human on the planet is involved.  We don’t know the exact numbers, but I think the entire Galaxy cuts in around the ninth generation.

A prediction – this won’t happen.  We won’t see aborigines in Australia busily scratching out 25 things about themselves on 25 mud tablets so that they can toss them at 25 of their friends.  We won’t because people are ornery cusses and most of them hate to write anything since they escaped from the clutches of English teachers long ago.

Seeing that this so called “meme” has been replicating like a virus, I think it is time for a mutation in its RNA:

• Everyone who is reading this is now charged with not wearing underwear tomorrow.
• You must then send an e-mail to 25 friends telling them what you did and charging them to do the same.
• In your email, you should tell them that this chain has already gone around the world 10 times and that people who do not fall in line will die, someday.
• They will fall in or out of love, eventually.
• and all their children will be born naked.

No, you do not have to walk around all day telling everyone you are freeballing (or freebuffing depending on gender), or making jokes about Commandos, or even singing this silly song from the play Avenue Q:

I’m not wearing underwear today,
No im not wearing underwear today
Not that you probably care
Much about my underwear
Still none the less i gotta say
That im not wearing underwear today

Just simply go without underwear. If you are an aborigine, wear some.

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Tagged as: Chain Letters, Human Comedy, Meme, Underwear