I am in a monumentally vile mood, and I've decided to make you, my readership, suffer for it. Rather than addressing the actual focii of my anger (no, I'm not giving any hints, except to say that it's not you, Wheezy, so don't even start), I'm just going to appoint an Official Single Point of Rage Focus (OSPORF) for today's anger, and be done with it.
The OSPORF for today is Dweeze. He has done absolutely nothing to deserve this. He is a fine human being in every respect. Rumors about his corpse-fucking proclivities are, most likely, untrue. Nevertheless:
Dweeze sucks, and if he crosses my path today, I'm just flat gonna kick his ass.
This is not to say that any of you are authorized to direct your anger at Dweeze. Oh, no. He's my OSPORF, and if you use up any of his giant spongelike capacity for absorbing other peoples' fury? I'm just flat gonna kick your ass.
That is all.
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Two words: Bring. It. On.
Fight! Fight!
He's got a cute ass--I can see why you are attracted to it.
Shit, I usually pick an OSPORF from work. Cause even if they don't deserve it today, they deserved it sometime.
How come I never get to be someone's OSPORF.
Fuckin' great. Weeks with an average of 0.21 comments per day, and I mention Dweezil's name and you assclowns have a commentgasm.
Bitches.
Ahem. *I* commented because you mentioned Wheezy's name. So there.
Never mind Dweezil, it's that freaking AHMET that gets on my nerves!
commentgasm...I likey.
I shouldn't have to point out that I am among your regular commenters, unlike all these johnny-comment-latelys.
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