Make Up Turd

Now, I know I am violating my own HIPPAA rights with this post, but please, there is no need to worry about my health. Nor is my life endangered by being held captive and forced to shit against my will. I am perfectly fine and still haven’t crapped on a Saturday since I forced one out on January 3, 2009. The poop you see today is the one I took on Wednesday.

2 Days Late And A Turd Short

As you will remember, way back then, God and the power company conspired against me yet again, leaving me literally powerless for over 12 hours with no way to make a post. So to show that cocksucking deity and lazy ass utility that they can’t hold me down, I am posting today.

Take that god.

Take that whoever my power company is.

If there one thing I have learned doing this shitty blog project, its that the cornerstone of blogging is to not let anything, including lack of talent, stand between you and posting your insipid trite. Not even God himself can stop mediocre writing from being distributed to the world any more.

No one gives a fourth of a cum covered turd what you think, but please don't let that stop you from spreading your insightful wit to the world by commenting below. Or fuck, you're such a pussy-eating faggot you're probably interested in the rss feed of this shitty site. Oy vey.

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I'm not saying Being An Asshole doesn't have its place as a negotiation technique. My point's that Appeals For Empathy, Finding Common Ground and Exchanging Goodwill are hard to pull off when preceded by calling the other party a retarded cocksucking dumbfuck and promising to "rape the shit out of their ugly face".