According to this lovely little dooverlacky, I only swear moderately on my blog.
Which clearly means I haven’t been doing it right, and must pick up my game.
And given that my mood is highly conducive to a little obscenity, here it goes. (below the fold of course, in case I offend delicate sensibilities).
Oh, and actual real content will be forthcoming shortly, now that life is starting to calm down slightly.
Fucking whoreson cunts. Your father was a hampster and your mother smelt of elderberries. I wish nasty things upon the slimy fuckers and crawling fucktards at work, all of whom will back stab me or anyone at a moments notice just to get the satisfaction of doing so. Pox-ridden bastard arsehole turds. Cock-head wanker cunting fucks. Syphillitic dickwad shitheads. and so forth.
Damn, Shapely Prose only scored 67.2%! Take that, trolls who keep telling us that more people would be open to our message if we didn’t swear so much!
LOL.
I was just fluttering through, and this really made my day. Thank you for the laugh.
Cheers,
Skylar