You sir are a fraud............a Master Procrastinator (no doubt self proclaimed) would never succumb to an irresistable impulse. You sir have been unveiled to the whole world.
You, sir, simply do not understand the irresistable impulse and its effect on the Master Procrastinator. You see, it's not like we have a choice... the irresistable impulte hits with such unexpected velocity, one simply has no time to procrastinate or even fend it off. Only after it has passed can one wave and flap tone's arms to fend it away... if one can decide to bother, that is. Usually I can't make up my mind so my arms hang limp at my sides, so there is no hope of fending off an irresistable impulse.
So, there you have it.... the life of a procrastinator isn't an easy one I just need to procratinate some now to figure whether Im going to hope this revelation does not interrupt your snooze. Or there again, do I really care? Dunno, can't decide one way or another.
Procrastinator, Anticrastinator, I say the crastinators are just fine and we should let them crastinate in peace.
I had an aunty Crastinator, once, though I can't make up my mind if she was an aunt or an uncle cos of the beard Dunno if she ever crastinated in peace, tho I reckon her husband did cos he frequently locked himself in the lavatory with a magazine. After a half hour or so, aunty would go bang on the door and shout out "are you done in there?" And he'd shout back: "No, the Dunn's live next door."
