2013 has a lot in store for your friendly neighborhood asshole. Stay tuned, as we rock a new year.
After doing months of nothing, I done something.
Check it out, there’s not much right now. Right Here!
We did a reverse-china and are allowing you to speak your mind. Go hogwild.
By the way, I’m TheMoose, not DarkBaron.
DarkBaron: Twas talking with the new roommate, and she said “Yeah my boyfri— ugh, friends” then started stumbling.
TheMoose: You know that twas stands for it was, right?
DarkBaron: Actually it’s a diminutive of “it was” you ****ing cock ****.
DarkBaron: The third person aspect became lost over time and now is used in narrative liners.
DarkBaron: In short, you’re a pompous poppycock.
MrEntity: you know what poppycock means, right?
DarkBaron: What do I care? It sounds like poopy cock, which works rather swell in my eyes.
TheMoose: [twuhz, twoz; unstressed twuhz] Contraction of it was.
MrEntity: a bit late on that one, cock-prefecture
DarkBaron: That’s if you ignore colloquials. You know, like how if I call you lame faggit, I don’t mean a cigarette unable to walk.
TheMoose: I also don’ think that a narrative liner is a thing.
DarkBaron: Once again, short of a narrative which is a one liner.
MrEntity: just tell him you were that “it” was the subject talking to your girlfriend
DarkBaron: In short: suck my dick you undereducated red assed baboon.
TheMoose: You also spelt “****” wrong.
Spaghedeity: Hey Greed
DarkBaron: I spelled what wrong?
Spaghedeity: You spelt what wrong?
DarkBaron: Don’t know.
Spaghedeity: Who misspellts what
DarkBaron: He just gave a bunch of asterisks. Not sure what I spelled wrong.
TheMoose: I don’t know how to overcome the swear censor on here.
Spaghedeity: Cry about it
DarkBaron: Maybe now you see why I “misspelled” that word you dumbass.
Spaghedeity: I thought you misspelt what
TheMoose: Also, seriously, twas is a contraction of “it was”, nothing else.
Spaghedeity: You are nothing else.
DarkBaron: And lame means unable to walk, why don’t you take your lame ass out of here?
TheMoose: Because I can’t walk.
Spaghedeity: Drag yourself
TheMoose: I have muscular dystophy.
Spaghedeity: If some jackass can chop off his own arm and climb down a mountain, you can gtfo
Spaghedeity: Should I go back out after I eat and give these hobos a ride to wherever they’re going?
DarkBaron: Only if they pay you or if you join them
Spaghedeity: I’m not going to become a hobo
Spaghedeity: I ****ing hate trains
DarkBaron: If they don’t payyou, don’t go. Gas is expensive.
Spaghedeity: I was just going to take them to the closest bus stop and give them a pound of quarters
TheMoose: If they’re homeless, how would they have money for gas?
DarkBaron: If you have no arm how the **** are you typing?
DarkBaron: Gtfo you retarded third cousin twice removed.
Spaghedeity: I have $20 worth of quarters, incidentally
DarkBaron: But it’s your money
DarkBaron: Don’t do it
TheMoose: I have arms, I just have muscular dystrophy. I narrate to someone who types it for me.
Spaghedeity: He should be shot