well, Irene certainly fucked a lot of people. the worst part is she didn't buy dinner, give us all a kiss or even find it in her precipitory heart to use some KY.
what a cunt.
on the plus side her public relations advisor was quoted in saying the following:
"Irene has been battling through a lot of personal issues in the recent months and her actions were way out of line. also, she blames lil wayne and other hip-hop artists, like many others, for the suitable lyrics that told her to 'make it rain on dem' hoes'. she is willing to fuck off as soon as she can."
well then, that is a very adult way of going about it all. very spiffy, very spiffy indeed.
well, before that whole storm shit went down there was an issue with an un-named entity that was sighted here on C.I.T.C and it was followed by a few funny comments and other postings. yes, for the sake of entertainment, there has been backlash.
you're welcome, from the bottom of my blackened blood-pump some ridiculous cock-suckers refer to as my "heart".
in the near future i can assure you of a few things:
#1. new vulgar posts about people you can only hope to never want to meet, ever.
#2. a mini-series, which is probably poorly written, that is somewhere between 3 or 4 parts total. i will post each piece individually in the hopes to summon (yes, like in magic the gathering) some sort of suspense. if that doesn't work out, then there will still be more parts posted with the grand result being a mystery even to myself.
#3. a revision of an earlier post that will shed a different light on some things. it will be harsh, as my being polite wasn't a welcome change from the profanity laced dribble you have come to enjoy here and there in your daily wonderings of the blogasphere.
#4. a massive use of curse words and visuals that may inspire laughter and scorn from anyone who lacks a sense of humor and the ability to get the fuck over it when the going gets tough.
(see, already with the profanity, campaign promise fulfilled).
so be patient until all the cable and power come back on, semi-loyal web junkie readers. all will be well, even if your noms have been met their demise in the confines of the global warming gas chamber that is your fridge.
Motherfucking Yours,
Dax Ian Rose
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