Every so often at work, we have a big auction close, and that means all hands on deck to do all sorts of work to wrap it up. Today is such a day, so my apologies to those who are accustomed to my daily goofing off and riff-ranting ... it won't be happening today, as lunchtime is about the only surfing time I'll have.
I put this post on here as an open post for all those various comments and harrassments that many of you so desire to hurl my way.
Bring it, you slimeballs!
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Greg, you ignorant slut. You should realize by now that it's not your "wit" or "charm" that brings people to this site, but the eerie green text...
Slow day here too. I have nothing to say outside of my usual "DIE HUMANS DIE". I think I'll just leave it on that note.
Don't knock the green text you fangtard.
I hadn't noticed, but there is something eerie about it...
Get some B-movie culture and go to http://www.maryworonov.com
- ya fangtards!
Green is nice.
I think the green works. But what's a fangtard?
Hmmm, a hard term to describe. But I'll give it a shot:
Fangtard (n): a person who dresses 'goth', often with artificial fangs, is typically between the ages of 13 and 30, and has the intelligence of Grimus, the big purple thing that Ronald McDonald typically hangs out with.
Basically a fangtard is a goth rere. A dimwit in dark clothing. Someone who has yet to realize their life has no potential and they will spend their adult life setting fire to small rodents and drinking lighter fluid for a cheap buzz.
Uber, I'd like to know what dictionary you use that actually states: "the big purple thing that Ronald McDonald typically hangs out with."
Hell, I'm just impressed someone knows how to spell it.
I assume it's the same dictionary with the definition of pop star Prince... "the little purple thing that Morris Day typically hangs out with."