| I ask for a simple rant, and get this??? I particularly enjoy this one, because it shows it shows just how much of a scumulant loser I am... |
| That's right bitch, I like to censor... |
| Dear Online Community So I'm sitting here, enjoying some of my fine McDonalds cuisine, when I get an IM from this kid who wants me to write a rant for him. Jesus. Every since I've started writing for (censor)'s site (still kicks ass) not a minute goes by that I don't some douche bag asking me "stick a rant" on his site. It's as if my brief sabbatical is a giant sign over my head saying "Please, I really want to devote my time to writing an article for some half-assed site out there". Now it's not like my time is valuable, I waste more time each day than you could possibly imagine. The nerve of these people is what gets to me. I am not selling myself here. At least not for what these assholes are offering. Everyone out there knows what kind of people I'm talking about. They have a tendency to crush hope and rape beauty, and are usually surnamed (censor). These self-serving losers force me to vomit uncontrollably out my ass every time my glance is cast upon their snotty faces. They would be the personification of evil if they didn't suck so hard, take a closer look; they are the Immortal Twin Brothers of ass.So now time that could be spent reading online comics or watching The Bacchlorette is squandered, destroyed, cast away into the oblivion of existence past. 15 minutes of my life. For what? For these oily assholes across the street, that's what for. And I think that my hatred has reached the boiling point. If I get one more "Hey (censor) MY name Is (censor) blah blah blah I'm pathetic blah blah I have horrible hair." Or another "DIE (censor) die! I hate you. DIE. I think I'm clever and filled with angst. DIE My name is (censor) and I am a loser." Then I am going to have to take matters into my own hands. One of these days I'll resist the wily charms of these Mongoloid atrocities, and then they'll see where they're stuck without me. Sincerely, Wilkey. |