Mwha, echt 'n nadeel vind ik het niet. Kijk als je iets moet proggen van nog geen paar honderd regels code is het niet zo chill om zo'n heel framework te gaan gebruiken. Maar er schijnen dus ook aardig wat van die light weight frameworks te zijn zoals fat free framework die daarvoor goed zijn. Heb er zelf geen ervaring mee overigens, ben verwaand CakePHP fanaat. Kleinere opdrachten prog ik native.
It all started when our antagonizing protagonist, GetXXL, woke up in a swamp. It was the eighth time it had happened. Feeling abundantly relieved, GetXXL grabbed a potato, thinking it would make him feel better (but as usual, it did not). Before anyone could take off their pants, he realized that his beloved PHP was missing! Immediately he called his undeclared soulmate, Kevinson. GetXXL had known Kevinson for (plus or minus) 550,000 years, the majority of which were enchanting ones. Kevinson was unique. He was clever though sometimes a little... selfish. GetXXL called him anyway, for the situation was urgent.
Kevinson picked up to a very unctuous GetXXL. Kevinson calmly assured him that most spotted wolf hamsters sigh before mating, yet man-eating capybaras usually earnestly turn red *after* mating. He had no idea what that meant; he was only concerned with distracting GetXXL. Why was Kevinson trying to distract GetXXL? Because he had snuck out from GetXXL's with the PHP only seven days prior. It was a curious little PHP... how could he resist?
It didn't take long before GetXXL got back to the subject at hand: his PHP. Kevinson sighed. Relunctantly, Kevinson invited him over, assuring him they'd find the PHP. GetXXL grabbed his giraffe and disembarked immediately. After hanging up the phone, Kevinson realized that he was in trouble. He had to find a place to hide the PHP and he had to do it skillfully. He figured that if GetXXL took the neighborhood-terrorizing crotch rocket, he had take at least six minutes before GetXXL would get there. But if he took the PC? Then Kevinson would be alarmingly screwed.
Before he could come up with any reasonable ideas, Kevinson was interrupted by eleven clueless PHPs that were lured by his PHP. Kevinson yawned; 'Not again', he thought. Feeling worried, he deftly reached for his dangerous oil-soaked rag and aimlessly deflowered every last one of them. Apparently this was an adequate deterrent--the discouraged critters began to scurry back toward the bush, squealing with discontent. He exhaled with relief. That's when he heard the PC rolling up. It was GetXXL.
As he pulled up, he felt a sense of urgency. He had had to make an unscheduled stop at Jim's House of Wings to pick up a 12-pack of ripened avocados, so he knew he was running late. With a quick leap, GetXXL was out of the PC and went flamboyantly jaunting toward Kevinson's front door. Meanwhile inside, Kevinson was panicking. Not thinking, he tossed the PHP into a box of live hand grenades and then slid the box behind his rhinocerus. Kevinson was stunned but at least the PHP was concealed. The doorbell rang.
'Come in,' Kevinson surreptitiously purred. With a mighty push, GetXXL opened the door. 'Sorry for being late, but I was being chased by some abrasive self-righteous ass in a pimp fresh, candy-painted 'Lac,' he lied. 'It's fine,' Kevinson assured him. GetXXL took a seat excruciatingly close to where Kevinson had hidden the PHP. Kevinson grimaced trying unsuccessfully to hide his nervousness. 'Uhh, can I get you anything?' he blurted. But GetXXL was distracted. Ever so extemperaneously, Kevinson noticed a oafish look on GetXXL's face. GetXXL slowly opened his mouth to speak.
'...What's that smell?'
Kevinson felt a stabbing pain in his love handle when GetXXL asked this. In a moment of disbelief, he realized that he had hidden the PHP right by his oscillating fan. 'Wh-what? I don't smell anything..!' A lie. A pestering look started to form on GetXXL's face. He turned to notice a box that seemed clearly out of place. 'Th-th-those are just my grandma's wolverines from when she used to have pet venomous koalas. She, uh...dropped 'em by here earlier'. GetXXL nodded with fake acknowledgement...then, before Kevinson could react, GetXXL aptly lunged toward the box and opened it. The PHP was plainly in view.
GetXXL stared at Kevinson for what what must've been four days. Heart filled with earnest fortitude, Kevinson groped scandalously in GetXXL's direction, clearly desperate. GetXXL grabbed the PHP and bolted for the door. It was locked. Kevinson let out a curious chuckle. 'If only you hadn't been so protective of that thing, none of this would have happened, GetXXL,' he rebuked. Kevinson always had been a little clueless, so GetXXL knew that reconciliation was not an option; he needed to escape before Kevinson did something crazy, like... start chucking ripened avocados at him or something. In a blinding moment of misguided bravado, he gripped his PHP tightly and made a dash toward the window, diving headlong through the glass panels.
Kevinson looked on, blankly. 'What the hell? That seemed excessive. The other door was open, you know.' Silence from GetXXL. 'And to think, I varnished that window frame seven days ago...it never ends!' Suddenly he felt a tinge of concern for GetXXL. 'Oh. You ..okay?' Still silence. Kevinson walked over to the window and looked down. GetXXL was gone.
Just yonder, GetXXL was struggling to make his way through the swamp behind Kevinson's place. GetXXL had severely hurt his ear during the window incident, and was starting to lose strength. Another pack of feral PHPs suddenly appeared, having caught wind of the PHP. One by one they latched on to GetXXL. Already weakened from his injury, GetXXL yielded to the furry onslaught and collapsed. The last thing he saw before losing consciousness was a buzzing horde of PHPs running off with his PHP.
About ten hours later, GetXXL awoke, his taint throbbing. It was dark and GetXXL did not know where he was. Deep in the mysterious foxy forest, GetXXL was ridiculously lost. Heart filled with earnest fortitude, he remembered that his PHP was taken by the PHPs. But at that point, he was just thankful for his life. That's when, to his horror, a enlarged PHP emerged from the fanstic pumpkin patch. It was the alpha PHP. GetXXL opened his mouth to scream but was cut short when the PHP sunk its teeth into GetXXL's prostate. With a faint groan, the life escaped from GetXXL's lungs, but not before he realized that he was a failure.
Less than four miles away, Kevinson was entombed by anguish over the loss of the PHP. 'MY PRECIOUS!!' he cried, as he reached for a sharpened ripened avocado. With a hasty thrust, he buried it deeply into his kidney. As the room began to fade to black, he thought about GetXXL... wishing he had found the courage to tell him that he loved him. But he would die alone that day. All that remained was the PHP that had turned them against each other, ultimately causing their demise. And as the dew on melancholy sappling branches began to reflect the dawn's reddish glare, all that could be heard was the chilling cry of distant PHPs, desecrating all things sacred to virtuous men, and perpetuating an evil that would reign for centuries to come. Our heroes would've lived unhappily ever after, but they were too busy being dead. So, no one lived forever after, the end.
Nou, goed, hopelijk kun je hier iets mee.
