Mingle2
So, if TheMan wanted a little spending cash he could sell my cadaver. Isn’t that romantic?
P.S.
Blame O’Tim.
Update:
Mingle2 -
I’m shocked! Shocked I say! Dammit, now I wish I had a boss so I could waste his money. Fuck an ass with a fat drug needle ’til it’s dead. Anyone hiring?
P.S.S.
I just thought I’d mention that my other blog got a…
Mingle2
This rating was determined based on the presence of the following words:
* gay (14x)
* dick (6x)
* suck (4x)
* gays (2x)
* pissed (1x)
Mwahaha!! I’m not going soft after all. Take that, you doubters!
Oh, and can someone please tell me when “gay” became a worse word than “fuck”. Really, I want to know.
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I’m only worth 3840..no one wants an average sized energy drink drinking, beer chugging, cigar smoker.
Damn it!!
I’m only 66% addicted to blogging. Hmm. I thought it’d be more. Probably cuz I don’t have my own domain — well, actually I do own one (paulalight.com), but I CBA dealing with hosting.
“I’m not going soft after all. ”
Neither are the gay dick suckers, I’m sure.
Awaiting,
Hey, science wants all. They just don’t want to pay for it. Cheap bastards.
Miz UV,
Only 66%? What a shame. You need to try harder. I’m going to aim for a perfect score as soon as I stop eating and sleeping. Who needs it anyway?
Joe,
That still doesn’t answer the question of why “gay” is more profane than “fuck”. My own gauge on such things is what kind of reaction my grandmother would have if she heard me utter it. She wouldn’t think twice with “gay” but might slap the shit out of me were I to say the other in her presence. You know?
Maybe this test was made by the Westboro Baptist Church.
$3925? F*ckin’ $3925?! Hell…my blog is worth more than my corpse.
Well, howdy-do, Kvatch! Welcome to my most humble non-political blog.
Just so you know, it’s quite all right to write the f-word without the star, if you feel so inclined. Unless, of course, it’s a personal thing, then whatever.
Joe,
That was an easy answer. Besides, it didn’t tell me that I’m going to burn for eternity in Hell, or anything colorful like that. And there’s no one breaking down my door to try to save me from myself. Ya kin?
By the way, there is an ultra-creepy test about surviving a zombie apocalypse. Did I ever tell you that zombies scare the shit out of me?
I could guess a bunch at the “why?” but can for sure say the “when” on gay over fuck was around January 20, 2001.
Zombies are next behind fire as the worst way to go.
I saw “28 Days Later” (and don’t give a flying you know what if it’s just like “The Night of the Living Dead”) and I couldn’t sleep for days. No lie. I just knew some bird was going to shit in my eye and my kid would have to blow my brains out. Gah.
“Did I ever tell you that zombies scare the shit out of me?”
Move to NM, we hardly have any zombies here (although I wouldn’t mind getting rid of those rat’s-ass trailer trash orcs, truth to tell).