A Special Gift… Or Is It A Curse.
Ever since I was a child I had the unfailing ability to annoy and irritate the hell out of some people; and the worst of it is that I enjoy it. As with all other things that I enjoy, I practice it well and through the years I had honed it into a fine art.When people use resources and dedicate blogs to me in revenge, so much sweeter it becomes for it only underlines how effective I am. As they say in show business: There is no such thing as bad publicity. The worse it is, the more people will get to know about it and thus the better the exposure.
And being the vain bastard that I am… Ah shut up, Catfoot! That is enough of that for now.
Oh me, oh my! My dear friend Simmo, you cannot just shift your responsibilities down onto me. I do not merit such honour and do not have the expertness or the experience for such an honoured position. The only experience I have in any sort of a leader’s position was when I was class captain in grade 1 and I have a notion it was only to stop me from crying for my mother.
But while we are at the topic of humus excreti, we also have these surfboard riding fossils in my country, but luckily - due to a lack of decent waves - they are in the minority.
Anyway, as per usual, I’m talking too much again. So to all you fellow trolls and mobsters out there - look around, stay alert and remember to take your little pink pills. Those leprechauns are lurking everywhere; just waiting to strike.
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Nice slip. Thanks, I will. You do the same.
If I ever believe you need defending... I will send you a can of Aeroguard.