Shots of Patrón XO Cafe Incendio, various cocktails, ciders, and the like, but I paced myself and awoke late morning feeling quite refreshed, despite the capricious fun had and puissant barbecue feast grazed on through the festivities.
I actually do not do earnest resolutions, but it did occur to me that I've been a bit bored with the many bitch-slappings I've administered to deranged nutsacks like VonSmellton, DrunkmanShawn, and the whole slew of partisan politics worshiping cross-eyed beanie babies in the other sub sections of YawnLive.
Guess I'll ease off for awhile and redirect my extra free time to more fulfilling exploits, like bread making and fishing. Meh. What a fucking snorefest.
Exactly like this weak and worthless so-called "troll tracking" blog.
Back in the day at TrollTrackers, posting a blog was basically an invitation to a week-long dogpile. Within hours (at times even minutes) there would have been several textual threats, fists, photochopped cocks and turds tossed into the comments from the heavy hitters and creative writers right on down to the ankle-biting tards. It usually took a day or two just to kick them off and before I could seriously begin to deal with the proper "entertainers" of the game for a few evenings before Scrawnio would come skipping in and pinch off a cum-drenched 26 page "Look at meeeeee!" essay into the fray and divert all the attention onto/into himself (Hands up if you remember when that fucker first showed up in Blogdom and started out as a ONE-word-per-post-blogger for his first few months).
Yes, those were the days. And here we are now - in a 2015 "troll" blog where the worst thing I have to face after roughly 5 years in an international "blogger" forum is a Sesame Street puppet asking me if I was the gimp-in-the-box in Pulp Fiction.
This dump needs to be re-named - as it has absolutely fuck all to do with trolling and everything to do with puppies, kittens and 45+ year old Canadian skanks looking for love in all the wrong places.
I vote that this fluffy shithole be re-named The Wrinkly Hoser Divorcee's Soft Pillows and Tea House in order that it may no longer serve to falsely lure genuine mercenaries like myself with a penchant for making other people meltdown and cry...
What a truly lack luster and disappointing dump this blog has become.
http://i.imgur.com/tvJ6fNk.jpg
It is ok, anon, I see what you did there - you just posted in the wrong blog...You fucked up, np...
Americans and Europeans never do that, though. You here for a spot of Chai tea, then...?
I'm afeared. Wanna hold my musnttouchit?
Only if you milk mine first, kitten'...
Depends on the angle (tips hat towards TT). HNY sir.
I'm taking a dump while reading this. Its oozing out like overly sweet maple syrup and~~~there it goes.
Brb - gotta wipe.
i'm pretty bummed out. i've been wanting to fly cars since watching the jetsons as a kid. now i knew that i wouldn't live until that timeline of 2050 or thereabouts, nor would i want to, and i'd never be brave enough to toot around with a jet pack but i sure as shit thought i'd be about to drive a car in the sky as seen in back to the future, which is why i never got around to getting my license. i need WAY more room to maneuver than lame roads provide. =P
happy new year anyway, trolltrackers <3
It amazes to see how complicated this has all become lately, LA. But stick around, oh great painter of flubber, for I have developed a concept of anti-gravitational capability and it will drive around like a Jetson's car, and no it wouldn't have a propeller, or a rocket booster or anything like that. I am now in the process of building a prototype. Think of it this way, if you were sent back in time before we could fly, could you build a simple flying plane? Probably, but could you build a turbine jet engine? Probably not. I think we are so proud of our advancement so far, we over think the simplicity of anti-gravitational capability. Keep this comment somewhere, you'll see me in the near future as the guy who invented the first anti-gravity blog. BaWah ha ha! Happy 2015 LA <3