tell it like it is!

here we stand, arseholes.

here we stand, on guard for thee, thumbs up our collective rossers with a blog on its deathbed in an auditorium waiting to pull the plug on the whole shitteree.

personnel have come & gone; some no longer give a toss (a-hem, fuckhead horn); and still others have begun posting videos of the accursed flemish, singing arias that would well have mozart himself rolling in his grave.

friends, with the election close at hand, and leaders appealing to the public, i'd like to call on the gallery to offer some insight that can, per chance, help up help us resurrect this cadaver of a blog. i think it behooves us all as participants (whether we want to be or not, because lord fucking knows, some of us have better things to do. yeah, you fucking heard me, fuckhead horn, i'm talkin' shit!!!) to strive a little harder to maintain the quality [sic] of this wilted enterprise.

if we can isolate the nuggets, chums, a gold rush is sure to follow. THUS, i put it to you, aaa bilks, what is your favourite post of this year? or the previous year? or for as long as you've been following the literary equivalent of archie's jalopy?

help save jerk city. a dream can survive the ebb & flood only if the commodore's sextant is set to: DAZZLE!