Gee, wouldn't it be nice, if once... JUST FUCKING ONCE, someone on the internet got it right? If they did there due diligence and BEFORE they released project X or product 27134 onto the net, they made sure the GODDAMNED thing worked? Wouldn't *that* be nice?
Of course the above is pure fantasy, and even fiction/fantasy writers are laughing at me saying, "I'll sell 'vampires are *real' before you'll see *that*!" I mean, come on, even this site, that offers a page a day to write whatEVER strikes my fancy, piques my curiosity or annoys the last ounce of shit out of me, (truly, a gifted and insightful undertaking) CAN'T DO THE ONE FUCKING THING IT DOES R-I-G-H-T!!!
"Whoa, there hoss!" you say. "CALM THE FUCK DOWN YOU GAY-TARD TOOL!!" you shout. "You're here... you're writing... if FUCKING WELL WORKED!" you patiently explain.
BOLLOCKSES! Sez I, and yes, I *know* it originally meant "testicles" and today, generally, is used to mean bad, or poor quality, or to show contempt for and besides I spelled it wrong, but may I point out FUCK YOU! "Bollocks", to me, is neutered bull penis... steer-cock? Nah, BULLOCKS, a useless, though (I imagine) impressive piece of flotsam. And because BULLOCKS is useless, incarnate, I add the extraneousist "ES" to SHOUT the neutered bull penis at you. Excessive? Look up extraneous.
So, why hell am I raging ANYWAY? Quite aside from the scorpions answer, it is because you LET ME! You invited me, through the vagaries of StumbleUpon to... well, stumble upon your site. There I was presented with the idea, which I liked and an option. I could sign in with my "evil empire" Google account, or my Twitter account. I of course, being the one true chaotic neutral paladin in the entire besotted realm, chose Twitter... WHICH DIDN'T FUCKING WORK!!! (except where it allowed me to twit about the fact that the fucking thing didn't work which was really *really* cool until I came back and discovered that being a closet member of the aforementioned "Evil Empire" *does* have it's perks, and using my Google sign in here I am merrily running out of room on my first ever "page")
And in protest, I hereby refuse to fill the last three lines... SO FUCKING THERE!
Of course the above is pure fantasy, and even fiction/fantasy writers are laughing at me saying, "I'll sell 'vampires are *real' before you'll see *that*!" I mean, come on, even this site, that offers a page a day to write whatEVER strikes my fancy, piques my curiosity or annoys the last ounce of shit out of me, (truly, a gifted and insightful undertaking) CAN'T DO THE ONE FUCKING THING IT DOES R-I-G-H-T!!!
"Whoa, there hoss!" you say. "CALM THE FUCK DOWN YOU GAY-TARD TOOL!!" you shout. "You're here... you're writing... if FUCKING WELL WORKED!" you patiently explain.
BOLLOCKSES! Sez I, and yes, I *know* it originally meant "testicles" and today, generally, is used to mean bad, or poor quality, or to show contempt for and besides I spelled it wrong, but may I point out FUCK YOU! "Bollocks", to me, is neutered bull penis... steer-cock? Nah, BULLOCKS, a useless, though (I imagine) impressive piece of flotsam. And because BULLOCKS is useless, incarnate, I add the extraneousist "ES" to SHOUT the neutered bull penis at you. Excessive? Look up extraneous.
So, why hell am I raging ANYWAY? Quite aside from the scorpions answer, it is because you LET ME! You invited me, through the vagaries of StumbleUpon to... well, stumble upon your site. There I was presented with the idea, which I liked and an option. I could sign in with my "evil empire" Google account, or my Twitter account. I of course, being the one true chaotic neutral paladin in the entire besotted realm, chose Twitter... WHICH DIDN'T FUCKING WORK!!! (except where it allowed me to twit about the fact that the fucking thing didn't work which was really *really* cool until I came back and discovered that being a closet member of the aforementioned "Evil Empire" *does* have it's perks, and using my Google sign in here I am merrily running out of room on my first ever "page")
And in protest, I hereby refuse to fill the last three lines... SO FUCKING THERE!
