Teh Epic Fail

What the fuck. I thought that since I don't have any real ideas of anything to write about, I'd just perform a bit of a test. Taking a cue from C & S, , I would see how many hits I could score in a day from a bullshit post about nothing.

At first I didn't have any real ideas of how I would go about it, let alone any sort of methodology in my manner. But then, I thought what the fuck. I'll just write shit. So good luck to whatever sap finds this post from a search engine.

The first thought I came up with was Chuck Norris and his search for open source Apple or maybe Mac OS software. This will be done while having bacon with Sarah Palin.

"What?" You say? Well, don't you think that Sarah Palin enjoys the occasional hunk of bacon in lieu of the other animals she likes to hunt?
And who knows? She may just enjoy some with Chuck Norris, and maybe even with that fucking Joker, Obama.
Which reminds me, I really need to print out at least an 8 1/2" X 11" picture of that Obama Joker Poster. I need a new picture for the dartboard. The cute puppy pic I had on there got all worn out.

What? You can't handle a little sarcasm or cynicism? Your loss. You must be into cutting or anorexia or some shit. You're probably just some fat, overweight piece of shit with too many feelings. Yeah, as in feeling sorry for yourself you fucking loser.

If not, if you're living in your mother's basement looking for midget porn, you're not going to find satisfaction here either. In fact, your band is never going anywhere, I don't have open source software here, Chuck Norris is a burned out has-been, bacon makes you fat, and your Facebook page as well as your MySpace page suck ass. Your twitter bullshit - well, no one cares. You should go cut yourself. Go jump off the bridge. Something.

So, there you have it. A shit filled post.


Update:
Well, there you have it. More hits. I guess it worked!



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