Fuck yeah. Bootleg Kardassian pics rocked me into the four digits for the first time, ever. It makes everything I write seem meaningless. I mean, if pilfered pictures of porn make my site (celebrating its 8th year this month) a player in the blog world and increase my hit count by 10-fold, then my writing (ahem) career seems hollow. You mean, jokes like "mahaloween" and fucking your clone being considered "masturbation" didn't bring the browsers in droves? Some rich chick with a fat ass and an amateur porn rocketed me (for one day) into d-list celebrity blog status?
Sweet.
A reference to Denise Austin yields me a bunch of hits (wtf?). Also Jared Dullum, my former classmate and valedectorian turned Jersey slumlord (allegedly... it's funny to think of a guy as nice as him in that way, but I've gotten plenty of correspondence stating so). Use the search box at the top of the page to find more crap to waste your work day reading.
You get it? I spelled her name Kardassian instead of Kardashian. That's top notch humor. I've tried watching her reality show. It is the most boring drivel ever. My life is more interesting. It really is. Her mom and step dad look like they belong in a documentary about plastic surgery horror stories. Her sisters look like the girls that cock block the guys hitting on their friends at the club only because they're jealous that no one wants to fuck them. I of course, look like the guy that would bat cleanup in that situation.
goochout.
1 comment:
"I like big butts and I cannot lie..." I've been staring at those pictures for days. I might buy a copy of that magazine - and I hate paying for Porn! See what you've enabled me to become?
I shall find a way to capitalize on of your website and it's recent fame in blog land. Bwahahahah. Am I evil? Not really. More like slightly buzzed and sitting in front of my computer at nearly Midnight with enough motivation to make myself look foolish and write run on sentences in the comments sections of your website.
Gregsta': OUT
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