Saturday, April 12, 2008
I’m Little Mr. Goody Two Shoes
People who know me in the real world--and my penchant for dropping the f-bomb with appalling regularity--will be shocked by this.
Of course, I consider the blog to be polite company--which means little to no cussing.
Of course, now I have this urge to write the most obscene post ever. Gosh dangit.
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ME! ME! ME! *waves hand violently* I want to be part of the obscene post pleasepleaseplease!
Eh, the feckin’ meter is all fecked up. It rated my blog with a goose egg, just days after I dropped the extremely rare F bomb three times in one post.
Now, I shall step aside before Mr. Lady’s violently waving hand fecks me up the side of the head.
If Mr. Lady is gonna be in it, I want to as well.
And no euphemisms either.
Antibot-word is ‘five64’. Yeah we all know what 64 + 5 equals.
You vile, foul-keyboarded individual, you. I scored 0.2%. It’s a good thing blogging wasn’t around when I was in the Navy - I had to undergo a six-month treatment program (self-imposed) to clean up my language when I got out.
What I want to know is…
How the hell did *I* come out with a 3.9% rating?
They must include damn and hell. ‘Cause there sure ain’t no [CENSORED], [CENSORED], [CENSORED] or for-[CENSORED]s-sake [CENSORED].
I demand a recount.
So did you ever see the Penn Jillette movie “Aristocrats” ? ...
La recherche du temps perdu.