Well, it looks like the grand plans of the dipshit that runs this internet diary didn’t work out. That’s what happens when you’re a pussy. And trust me, if you ever met the guy, you’d know he was a pussy. I think he wanted to turn this into some kind of suppository for jokes like the ones you get from the Joke of the Day e-mail page, but you’ve got to be talented to crank out knee-slappers like that. As long as this diary has been up, he’s never once put up a good blonde joke here, even one of the old ones. That’s just a waste of time, if you ask me.
That brings me to the part of this where I tie it all to the title I picked. See, I’m a bit of a comedy connoisseur. I was going to say “comedy fan,” but I used the thing on the computer where it gives you a better word than the one you picked. Trust me, it’s not cheating. Cheating is when you use some bullshit bird-kick to defeat the greatest karate specimen the Cobra Kai dojo has ever produced. Fucking old Jap bastard. GOD DAMMIT THAT PISSES ME OFF TO THIS VERY FUCKING DAY!
I can’t fucking write anymore. I was gonna write about Andrew Dice Clay and how this Swampy asshole will never reach the level of genius that the Diceman has, but I can barely type, I’m so pissed.
Anyway, the pussy gave up trying to change this to something better, and now he’s crawling back. Fuck you, and fuck little Italian karate cheaters.
FUCK!
