I shop all the time on the internet. Try to make me pay a tax? Good-bye!
Ask me for personal information, or make me register to read your bullshit? Good-bye!
Gotta lot of ads on your site, many which flash like a street of Thai whorehouses? Good-bye!
And if you blog about your retarded pets I could give a shit about, and would, in fact, use for target practice, or better yet put out a nice bowl of radiator fluid...Good-bye! Or you better entertain the fuck out of me, and write like an angel.
Write God as G-d? Good-bye. You are a nut. Thanks for the warning. Even God hates you, and thinks you're a pompous ass.
Come to my blog and complain about my writing? Good-bye. Dumb-ass. Especially if you have no blog of your own.
I am SO tired of all the dumb shit. I care more about my shoelaces than I care about most of you. Come, go, stay, leave, go away mad, why would I give a shit? Blow me. Unless you've given me money.
Money talks, bullshit walks...