some nitwit was complaining about my lack of new posts and questioning my creativity. well, it's got nothing to do with creativity and everything to do with the difficulty i'm facing with the disappearance of the blogger dashboard. my life is very hectic and and i face many challenges these days. i've lost my temper a few times when i was unable to navigate the blogger minefield and i just hope that god is willing to forgive me for losing my temper needlessly. i will try to persevere through these difficult times and keep praying that god finds it in his heart to forgive me.
god might forgive me but i'm certainly won't forgive the 2 fucking cunts who SET A TORTOISE ON FIRE AND STOMPED IT TO DEATH. i hope those 2 rat bastard illiterate cunts burn in hell for their crime. fucking ignorant cunts. totally fucking despicable. stupid cunts should have their water turned off.
and god can go fuck himself if he thinks i'm going to ask forgiveness for this little temper tantrum.
i love you sons of bitches.
33 comments:
I know what I look for in blog...honesty and being human. There are people who walks on this earth who thinks there shit don't stink...I got news for them. Your shit might not stink but your fart gives you away.
Blog what every want to...I do
Coffee is on
Stop whining about a fucking missing dashboard tab, it is obvious that you can still get to your fucking dashboard and that is all that matters. I've never used that fucking tab anyway.
Fucking cunts....
dora - i apologize for the dirty language but the thought of that poor tortoise being set aflame drives me crazy.
bill - you missed the point entirely. it's a parody of someone else, i'm sure you can figure out the rest.
If you kill it you eat it.
Try an alligator next time you filthy cunts.
You shouldn't expect others to know or assume you have written parody unless you state so in the post.
i'll bet harry has it figured out.
What ever...........
I want my parody labeled with a warning sticker.
I'm liable to get butthurt otherwise and start whining.
Very strange that your Blogger dashboard disappeared. It's a Sherlock Holmes mystery for the cyber age. Have you tried using a different browser?
His Dashboard did not disappear, just a link to it. I'm using Google Chrome and it doesn't have that link either, but I've never given a shit.
Fucking incredible.
gb - the dashboard disappeared when i installed the do not track me software. just this morning i had a pop up from do not track me saying it had blocked 75000 trackers and i had earned some sort of reward for this. lucky me.
Dora, I like this blog because it reminds me of a pub.
At the moment it reminds me of a pub that got a hold of a bucket of bathtub gin just after a world cup loss.
It reminds me of a pub that allows smoking and cussing, like the pub I go too.
At the pub I go to there is fish all over the place.
You faggots and your so called pubs.
Hahahaha.
no flaming tortoises in my fucking pub. and no tweed sports jackets with patches on the elbows.
@Tis to be sure that you are feeling sorry for yourself. But, like all things in life, you have to face the good and the bad. Those punks who hurt animals, Pilgrim, send them to Dublin. They will not do it again I can assure you.
Almost time to go where the streams of whiskey are flowing!
Last night as I slept, I dreamt I met with Behan
I shook him by the hand and we passed the time of day
When questioned on his views on the crux of life's philosophies
He had but these few clear and simple words to say
I am going, I am going
Any which way the wind may be blowing
I am going, I am going
Where streams of whiskey are flowing
I have cursed, bled and sworn, jumped bail and landed up in jail
Life has often tried to stretch me but the rope always was slack
And now that I've a pile, I'll go downtown to Chelsea
I'll walk in on my feet but I'll leave there on my back
Because I am going, I am going
Any which way the wind may be blowing
I am going, I am going
Where streams of whiskey are flowing, yeah
Oh, the words that he spoke seemed the wisest of philosophies
There's nothing ever gained by a wet thing called a tear
When the world is too dark and I need the light inside of me
I'll walk into a bar and drink fifteen pints of beer
Because I am going, I am going
Any which way the wind may be blowing
I am going, I am going
Where streams of whiskey are flowing
I am going, I am going
Any which way the wind may be blowing
I am going, I am going
Where streams of whiskey are flowing
Where streams of whiskey are flowing
Where streams of whiskey are flowing
Paddy by name, Paddy by nature.
Really disturbing what those girls did. A lobotomy and getting their tubes tied sounds reasonable to me. Unless something changes with them, they are going to move on to bigger targets. Have a good one, BP. I will start looking into the adoption paperwork. It might get complicated with you being in Canada and all.
Dude, it would seem that your karma needs to be calmer. Have you tried anger management or creative writing courses?
Best,
Horace.
Kin hell, man, are ya still pisssed off? Off ta bed, brothet. Hope yu feelinf betters. To ya and the worls.
Paddu.
paddy - where's farmer giles? is he a father yet?
mr shife - thank you for your support. my bags are packed and i'm ready to go.
Isn't the pig farmer horace snd paddys daddy?
i suspect they're a bunch of homosexual sock puppets.
word on the street is the king is scared shitless of sock puppets.
Homosexual sock puppets and black-ballers?
They are social justice warriors!
Getting folks fired for freedom! Boldly boycotting! Demanding action!
And now they're invading this good pub just to demoralize the numerous gay participants and lurkers.
You simply cannot trust a social justice warrior, even if they are a homosexual. I mean gay, of course... naturally.
yeah, the king ran for the hills when the sock puppets showed up.
he lost his balls when helen passed.
Never try to write parody for a living, you suck at it. Open a fish stand instead.
How are we supposed to know the players without a program ?
Make that a fishtaco stand and I'll buy.
What happen if God doesn't for gives you.
Does it matter if you aren't forgiven...My guess the sun will set in the west and raise in east.
Coffee is on
i haven't forgiven god for all the nastiness in the world so if he doesn't forgive me, we'll be even.
Come on you useless fuckin' rabble, is this as far as your imagination and creativy extends? Fuck me, cunts like yours truly, under the influence of Molly Flanders could achieve more worthy and significant achievements. :-P
Happy are the smiles that dance
Life's all about a game of chance
Then along came the groover
And took away my hoover
Beep, beep, tow the line
Beep, beep, grin and shine
Beep, beep, don't get remote
Beep, Beep, throttle the choke
A fast paced woman for sure
Thought she'd try and give me a cure
Then along came the fooler
And took away my ruler
Beep, beep, now I'm fine
Beep, beep, arrive on time
Beep, beep, living and earning
Beep, beep, no more yearning
A song without an end
Will oft drive you round the bend
Just drink your wine
And Life'll be just fine
Beep, beep, search the skies
Beep, beep, apples, pears, pies
Beep, beep, a serious manouevre
Beep, beep, what a soother
Skint, recovered, ain't got the blues
Swore to my baby I'd give her the news
Looked to my left, turned to my right
Got caught in the middle
A kind of subway in flight
Tied up my laces
Watched the shock on the faces
Of the Lords and Ladies
Who're here to make the news
Beep, beep, join the party
Beep, beep, become real hearty
Beep, beep, get on over
Beep, beep, the farmer's clover!
TYAYIWYAHAPNSN!
Farmer Giles, always glad to help [especially when the going gets tough, and the tough need help]
Summertime, when the trees and leaves are green and the red birds sing show us your tits.
I just came back after being gone for several years and I felt so mentally challenged by all the changes. But I am an old fart who doesn't give up. Keep at it till you get it.
I am from the Turtle clan. Turtle Mountain Indian Reservation. A hex will be sent out threefold...
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