some would call it "stating the obvious". others might say "well no shit". others may utter "redundant". i, on the other hand, call it art. thats right. copyright: 2005, me, motherfuckers. the bidding starts now. lets start it off at 10 large. credit cards and personal checks not accepted. and on an unrelated note, my balls itch. giggidy.

so, uh, feel free to click the ad banner above; i could really use the 1/8 of a cent. hehehehehe, eighth. go ahead, you know you wanna. lets play a game: see how many times you can click on it in a minute, then try to beat that record. i bet you can't do it, pussy. i double-dog dare you. thats right, i said it. what now? do something. do it or i'll pistol whip you. mmmmm, pistol whip.

people are rea-hea-heeeeaaaaally stupid. if you think you are aware of this, you are wrong. i have to deal with dumbfucks all day long at work. example:
customer:"i just want the balance in my checkings account"
-thats right, half the people actually say "checkings" account
me:"your account is overdrawn by one hunderd twenty dollars and fifty four cents"
customer:"what! why?"
-at this point, i really wanna say, "because you're a stupid bitch that shouldn't have the privelage of using a bank account. i'm closing your account and having a team sent to your house to have you taken out with a chainsaw, so this world will be just a little bit better. now get off my phone and go fuck yourself, dumbass." but instead, i have to explain to the moron exactly how they fucked themselves into a hole, usually more than once, by going over every single transaction from the last day, week, or even month, because they seem to think i'm trying to shit in their mouth and call it a sundae. but, fuck it, i'm gettin paid almost $11/hr to deal with their shit. thanks for calling, and have a wonderful day!