Heya Burnfans.
No blog tomorrow.
Sorry.
I will be away from the computer…and in Seoul receiving awards and anointing for my services to Korean Culture. No shit!
I shall explain all on Monday…and I’m certain that you shall wish to stick your pie holes somewhere near my stinky parts…that’s how exciting this shit promises to be. For you. For me. For us.
Before I leave…today is the final day of visiting my pod that my pet troll David…aka Dr Tee…aka archaeologist…aka Derrick…aka hairy lip…aka mysogo man will visit the pod. He has given up, and is bowing out of the contest. Why?
Because I am the fucking dragon slayer…and he is another on the pile of dead bloggers, commentators, fucktards, try hards, and various other dragons…that I have cleaved. He came. He saw. I kicked his arse. This is the way of shit for those who choose a rumble in this jungle. First there was Sick Boy. Gone. Then there was YC. Gone. Jaguar? Dispatched. John From Daejeon. Who the fuck was that? He’s John from Dae…GONE! Eve? That bird named after a douche? Haven’t heard from her for ages. David? Well…he came…and he had a crack…but he has decided to tuck tail and run. It’s nae skin off of my neck…BUT…I feel let down. I thought that a big tough wanker like David would have managed more than a couple of months.
It wasn’t to be.
It seems that a lady magnet like David just doesn’t have the time to sit and chat about how much of a fuckhead I am…much less the extra time it takes to explain why he hates women. It’s a busy schedule of blessing shit, masturbating over cat photos, and wolf whistling mirrors for our boy David. It’s a shame. I was hoping that the real Dr David/Derrick Thiessen was going to come over here and bust fake DT’s nut hole. Interesting that plastic David is running just as shit got interesting. It would seem that David could not overcome this blogging Goliath…which just proves what Jesus always said, “you can’t believe shit just because it’s in the bible yo! Bitch, please!”
I’m paraphrasing.
So.
Farewell David. I shall flush twice in order to ensure your safe passage through the sewers of your mind. I shall miss you, and will undoubtedly write about you from time to time. Whether it’s when your fake self writes an article where he talks to himself (part one of a two part series where the newspaper clearly suggested the second part never be written)…or when he attacks Flint on youtube…I shall think…only of you.
Best wishes.
Don’t wait up.
He’s leaving…so…party at my house!!!
