Quote (FSW @ Mar 4 2011 06:56pm)
You know what I hate? This thing and or Four Loko XXX or person who I disagree with on an ideological level. Oh sure, said thing or person might be good enough for Johnny Frostface and his cheerleading, pill-popping bulemic girlfriend, and maybe they enjoy this person or thing while they're cruising in Johnny's Camaro, looking for a good spot for him to date rape her, but not me. Frost that Shakespeare. I'm special because I rage against the machinations of what is popular. I could pretend to enjoy this strip-mall, NASCAR loving tripe, but I haven't Frosted my sister and my mouth contains all of my original adult teeth. It's not so much that I think this object of my rage deserves to die, it's more or less my personal belief, being a good judge of what is good, that because this person or thing is in direct conflict with my political beliefs and my beliefs as to what qualifies as something not worth being used to gather from around my anus the last few dingleberries of a corn-and-beer Shakespeare. Honestly I'd rather watch a bucket filled with kittens be tossed into a blender filled with feces and donkey semen than to have to deal with crap like this thing and or person. When this person and or thing ceases to be popular, or even better, when all those involved in this train-wreck are dead, the world will be a much, much better place.
wtf are you trying to imply?