The Profound Fucktard

This is my first installment on this site, and I will keep it short and sweet, being that I will be updating this page quite often, and I don't want to blow my load all at once in the first post.

With Facebook and Twitter being the new Super-Addiction (goodbye trucker hats and ugg boots) floating around my life, I find a sort of satisfaction that comes along with reading some of these sites.

Here's why:

Simply put, you find out who the true fucking idiots are in your life.

Either, you read that they just took a shit and need to buy more toilet paper, or you get the person that thinks because they post a quote from Oscar Wilde that they are some kind of profound genius as he was.

No, you bottom feeder, you are regurgitating the words of an intelligent human being. You on the other hand, are using the simplest of motor functions that take little to no brain capacity to press the little mouse button down....highlight....CTL-C....CTL-V....you fucking idiot.

This is not a way of proving to the world you are intelligent, this is a way to show the world that you are an unoriginal ape, that barely has the motor function to highlight properly.

Get over yourself, and come up with an original idea. Can't? Then STEP AWAY FROM THE "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" section from whatever Social Networking site you are on at the time, because chances are, someone on there is more intelligent than you, and is thinking..."What a schmuck."

So, for the time being, I'll leave my first installment as this, and we will touch on ALL of Life's Annoyances as they cross my path.

Welcome to the World that is Mine.