Remember that last post I made about Encyclopedia Dramatica because it's not like I have family and friends to bitch about this stuff to, like a normal person? Well, one month later:
"No one reads your blog. No one cares. Stop posting.
P.S. put those empty soda cans in the recycle bin, they're piling up by your computer."
OHS THE NOES! CALL THE WHAMBULANCE! WE GOT BUTTHURT!
You're reading my blog, you're bitching and moaning over a month old post, you lose.
(Edit: What's that? A comment whining about my whining? Goodness, whoever could that be from?
See, the thing is practically no one knows of my existence, let alone the existence of this blog. Now, you tell me, who else could it possibly be than the very same jackass who's now getting all high and mighty with me just to appear to be the bigger person? You can't win in a battle of logic with me, sport, so quit while you're ahead.)
By the way, protip: I've never responded well to people telling me what to do, especially not whiny little bitches who's best retort is to give orders to a total stranger. Hence this entry!
But hey, don't let me stop you from making an even bigger ass out of yourself in front of all the one or two people who stumbled across this place while looking for child pornography. (Edit again: As you're clearly doing, I see. You know, you could just walk away and go read a book or something.)
P.S.- Encyclopedia Dramatica now has a blog...that's nothing at all like Encyclopedia Dramatica and about random internet crap. Guess what I'm going to waste precious time and effort on now?