That post is written by something so confused, it doesn't know whether to scratch its watch or wind its ass. Your post is an orgy of stultifying cacophonous verbal depravity; an exercise in literary impotence, and an offense to all of good taste and decency. If your brain matter was axle grease, there wouldn't be enough in your head to grease the dynamo on a lightening bug's ass. It's truly amazing the way you never let an idea interrupt the flow of your typing, but then, making sense isn't your area of expertise, is it? Oh well, at least you only charge what your free advice is worth. As Ellen Glasgow once remarked: "He knows so little and knows it so fluently." You light up a room when you leave it. No doubt your life is so dull, that you can actually write your diary one week in advance. You are nastier than a five-dollar whore getting a -blam!- enema. You're a waste of time, space, air, flesh, and the rectum you were born from, retard. Maybe you wouldn't be such a Jerk-In-The-Box if you weren't intellectually slower than a herd of turtles stampeding through a vat of chunky peanut butter; if your weren't so fat that when you stand on the weighing scale, it reads: "To be continued!", or if you didn't have a face so ugly that your Psychiatrist makes you lie face down. Nah, of course you would. In closing, I suggest the next time that you feel an urge to embarrass yourself and bore others, that you summon all your might, and resist.