Trolls

One of the great things about living in the south is that there aren’t quite as many weird hippy types. The bad thing about it is that when you get a troll, it’s not even good for entertainment. They produce such unentertaining spews of verbal diarrhea that negates the fun of even having a troll. I mean, really, who writes shit like this?

There will be one day that will it is your toungue be cut out by rusted scissors and your mouth violated by one thousand hot throbbing cocks spurting chunky rancid loads of stringy yellow semen all over your face and hands.

Let me tell you who writes shit like that. The Skankabillies would. That’s my guess, anyway. Joan (of Moron Poll fame) has sent them here (all the comments coming from her IP). She’s a fair bit more articulate than that, so I’m guessing it’s not actually her. Judging by the extremely professional design of the “Skankabillies” website and the intelligent discussion on their “message board” (which mainly consists of them talking to themselves) I don’t expect all that much.

Why is it that I always manage to attract the ignorant hillbilly pig-fuckers? Who let these fuck-ups own computers anyway? Anyway… I had to turn the moron killer back on, and I’ll try to keep the signal to noise ratio up if they manage to break away from their circle jerk long enough to circumvent it.

In the mean time, here’s some advice for the Skankabillies (now that I’ve officially increased their name recognition by a factor of 10)

1. English is good — it’d serve you well to learn some. Joan knows just enough to be dangerous so she’s probably a good place to start.

2. When you’re done with English, music classes may help. No, I’m serious. This? Yeah. It’s shit. (Disclaimer: No I can’t do better, and I promise not to put any MP3’s up until I can)

3. After you finish learning how to make real music, kill your webdesigner and find one whose work isn’t the artistic equivalent of a cluster-bomb in a nursery.

4. The pot? Yeah. You don’t need it. You’re stupid enough already. Swear to god.


If you have something of merit to say you can email it to me. Once I’ve determined that it’s not utter crap I’ll respond or post it… or not, as I see fit. See how the game works?


Everyone else… carry on. There’s nothing more to see here.