King Fuckstain's Journal: Subject

Your post is a tedious, homogenised, chameleon-esque scribble which amounts to nothing more than the demented cacophonous racket of a drugged lunatic banging loudly on kitchen pots and pans. Rumor has it that you are almost incomprehensible in person (as revealed by your desperate urge to babble nonsensically on message boards.) No doubt, this rumor is true.

If brains were gasoline, you wouldn't have enough to drive an ant's Go-cart around the inside of a bottle cap. Wouldn't clues have more room to fit in your head if you got rid of some of the gobbledygook in there? You've got a big hole in your head, now shut it. When you are at a loss for words, your loss is our gain. You bring to mind a quote from Josh Billing: "Doesn't know much, but leads the league in nostril hair."

You are about as entertaining as watching grass grow in a windowbox. What do you do for a living? You are living, aren't you? Do yourself and everyone else a favor: take a fatal overdose of your medication. Maybe you wouldn't be such a Jerk-In-The-Box if you weren't living proof that stupid people should not breed; if your weren't so fat that all the restaurants in town have signs that say: "Maximum Occupancy: 80 Patrons OR You.", or if you didn't have a face that makes your dentist treat you by mail-order. Who am I kidding? You would.

You're a message board freak. I know it's hard to accept the truth, but the truth it is, and accept it, you must.