The one where I preach it, brother.
I am a Kamikaze Bloggin’ Fool. If anybody’s gonna make a buck off of my sweet, sweet verbiage and punchy social commentary, it’s gonna be me. ME.
Good luck with your ‘New Blog Order’, Shempy.
Sorry to be so harsh, but every now and again someone gotsa let go wif da troof,
Jett “Love You But You Gots To Go” Superior
pee ess: tell Mr. Winer to settle the fuck on down. Doesn’t he know that when arms are flapped wildly, the perspiration stains show? For jeez Pete.
peepee ess: …and you can tell the Putz-o-matic Article Machine that every motherfucker on the weblogging block with some fucking ‘quality’ (who deems which what, huh?) content to offer up is tired of The Wholetm being represented by the same repetitively-quoted, heavily-linked Personages Without Whom The Smogosphere Would Crumple With A Whimper. There are those that could chunk some Scrabble letters into a paper bag, shake it up real good and pull out a week’s worth of better posts…and they maybe get sixty hits per week.
You know what? If this wasn’t called ‘blogging’, I’d still fucking be here. Dammit. You people.







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