Comment Fuckery
Here's a few quotes:
And have you ever actually met somebody who purchased a penis enlargement online? I have. He told me he woke up in a bath-tub full of ice minus one Kidney. He told me that was the third time that had happened to him. I told him that was biologically impossible, and he burst into tears. Fucking Spammers.
When does it stop? I can't get an Eagle Tattoo across my back, because I'm too paranoid the tattooist will leave Viagra advertisements inked into the wings. The spammers are starting to outnumber the normal commenters on the Shoddy Blog, so I'm going to have to turn on the comment filter and go back through and delete the bastards. Bah.
Fuck, I'm so busy ranting I just noticed the time 9:42PM and I'm still at work. But too be honest it was a conscious decision to stay. I had a choice, stay at work and surf the net, or go home and watch British television.
It was a no-brainer.
A harder decision: Fuck a Bear trap or watch British television - now there's a coin toss. A post on the visual dysentery that is the BBC will hit this blog soonish.
But I couldn't leave work either way, not until I'd finished this poster I've been working on for my new safety campaign:
If it saves just one life, it was worth it.
"lkdhsflkdsjflskdjfhkljdfskdjfdlf... oops sorry, my balls were in the way... let me wipe the screen first so i can see what I typed. "At first glance it looks like some of the Dahli Lami's teachings, but it is in fact a quick selection of the comments left on this very blog. I feel honoured that such astute readers stop by every now and then and leave touches of wisdom on my little chunk of cyber-space. I'd have nothing but fondness for the whole blog-comment system, but then I get bullshit like this:
(re: Keira Knightley)
"Tits like two asprins on an ironing board. Yuck."
"by the way beef, this blog make me sex-wee. "
"Here are some links that I believe will be interested"The first two comments are thinly veiled ruses that lead to other bullshit web crap when you click the posts, the third one doesn't even try to hide it's intentions. Spammers. Filthy Fucking Spammers. They've taking over our web based email addresses, and now they've infected the blogs aswell. No I don't want to buy drugs online, no I don't want to get a thousand fucking "smileys", no I won't forward that fucking email to ten fucking people to get £200 from fucking Microsoft.
"Greets to the webmaster of this wonderful site! Keep up the good work. Thanks."
"Buy Phentermine and Valium online. Lowest Price."
And have you ever actually met somebody who purchased a penis enlargement online? I have. He told me he woke up in a bath-tub full of ice minus one Kidney. He told me that was the third time that had happened to him. I told him that was biologically impossible, and he burst into tears. Fucking Spammers.
When does it stop? I can't get an Eagle Tattoo across my back, because I'm too paranoid the tattooist will leave Viagra advertisements inked into the wings. The spammers are starting to outnumber the normal commenters on the Shoddy Blog, so I'm going to have to turn on the comment filter and go back through and delete the bastards. Bah.
Fuck, I'm so busy ranting I just noticed the time 9:42PM and I'm still at work. But too be honest it was a conscious decision to stay. I had a choice, stay at work and surf the net, or go home and watch British television.
It was a no-brainer.
A harder decision: Fuck a Bear trap or watch British television - now there's a coin toss. A post on the visual dysentery that is the BBC will hit this blog soonish.
But I couldn't leave work either way, not until I'd finished this poster I've been working on for my new safety campaign:
If it saves just one life, it was worth it.
posted by Beef at Thursday, August 31, 2006
3 Comments:
Top work beef. Everytime I see a new posting I squel with excitement and sex-wee. By the way, do you want cheap Viagra?
I don't know what sex-wee is. Is that a british or southern asutralian thing? Then again, I don't even know what Fergie's "london bridge" may or may not be referring to and I DON'T WANT TO. Augh.
Do we really want to save Vanilla Ice's life? I met him once. Major asshole. But then, you knew that.
ice ice baby too cool too cool,
ice ice baby....
rollin with my 5.0 with my rag top down so my hair can blow...
the girlies on standby waving just to say hi...
did you stop?
hell no i just droved by..
kept on.......
fucker.. my hair still like the album cover till his day, because of this fool.
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