Yet again, I am being accused of lying...of being a chimera. Question: Why would I? Question: How could I?
Hey, kids of mine, speak up if you want. Stay anonymous, please. You know me. Hey, I do this (mostly) for you. Have I lied one time? Sure, through some of the shit, you weren't born yet, but puhleeze.
It is a sad day when some wimp judges you by the things he or she cannot and/or never has done. Fucked a motel room full of Dallas Cowboy cheerleaders? Yep, been there, done that. You haven't? Well, it only sucks to be you if you let it. Shit, I'm jealous of Donald Trump. Well, his money, and where he dips his wick, anyway.
There are all kinds of people in blogging that give me a twinge of jealousy, but I'm not a cunt about it. Kim du Toit is a world traveler, Cowboy Blob owns machine guns, every female blogger out there has a clit.
Do you hear me whining about it? Except for now? No, I write my shit, and they write theirs, and all is right in blogland. Until some whiny pussy who thinks they're all that comes along and calls you out. Loser.
My favorite part is that I've been meaning to write this post for a while, and the cunt thinks it is all about them. By the way, cunt, your writing, your blog, and you suck, you big snide vagina, so fuck you. You're a time-waster, like one of those dumbass stick-men games. And less amusing. As in, not at all.