Giving a Fuck So You Don't HaveTo

I recently wrote a letter to Pope Cannon of Foul Mouth Shirts.

I hear you blah fucking blahing on about the Irish and St Patrick’s Day and how fucking awesome the Irish are and what big drinkers they are.  Pfft!  Kiss my hairy Scots arse!

How about some fucking offensive shirts for the Scotsman and woman?  We Scots drink Guinness as cough-medicine and we chug back real alcoholic beverages like double distilled neat Whisky.  The Irish have to fucking water everything down and distil the grain spirit thrice.  What the fuck is up with that shite? 

The Scots may have a reputation of being thrifty, but that’s a shite load better than the tatty-munching, rosary-rattling Paddys, who are only smart enough to believe in green leprechauns and refuse contraception.

Get some Scots t-shirt up and running, FuckKnob!

My First Hate Comment

You'd excpect that I would have had my first negative comment by now! 

I mean, I have been blogging for over two years, have made nearly 1200 posts, watched my followers grow from nothing to nearly 90 and have moderated countless comments.

Suprising? 

I expected to be more upset over my first "hate" comment.  I was told that my blog was "boring", I was told that I was "a fake".  I was told that I have "no original voice".  You would expect these things to hurt, right? 

Wrong!

I wouldn't say I don't care, because then I wouldn't be blogging about it - but it didn't cut me to the bone.   You know, it didn't make me want to crumble and cry in a heap of tears, it didn't make me feel insecure about my wee blog either.   Read it - or don't.  Your fucking choice...

It made me want to blog about it. 

I wanted to let my vicious Hater know this:  Isn't it ironic that you couldn't post your comment with your name and profile attached?  You took the coward's way out and posted annonomously.  What a fucking cop out!  Plonker!  Oh, I suppose you don't want to compromise your own readers and followers - but its still the easy way out. 

It would still be interesting to know who detests me so much.  A family member? A so-called friend? A colleague?

Och well, this cocksmoking Hater actually took the time to think about what to type and leave a comment. 

He or she used up a fair amount of energry telling me how "fucking useless and terrible" I am. 

So listen up, at least I am worthy of someone spending a little time to make me aware of my "patheticness".

I hope I never end up like that.  I hope I don't end up so bitter and cowardly that I smack someone behind the head with a wet fish and then run.

May millions of infuriated nits infest your putrid armpits and crotch until eternity and back.

Have a Nice Day.
Bye-bye Now...
...Wanker!