TQR Confidential

Monday, March 13, 2006

Zero comments equals trees falling inthe forest with nobody there to see them 'Timber!'

Geez, what the hell? At least last week some perv spammed the blog with a gross of XXX sites for my viewing pleasure. ... Of course, I deleted them sight unseen. I am a businessman!

Since nobody reads this here blog and/or doesn't leave comments, I would just like to say "Fuck you all!"

"Go fuck yourselves, you no-nothing motherfuckers!"

I am giving you all the middle finger and saying "Sit and spin, losers!"

I am scraping my thumb against my top incisors and saying, "Fungu!"

I am...

Oh well, you (dear nonexistent reader) get the idear. By the way, at the TQR site there is a new Insider Trading interview between staffer Hal 3000 and one of the main characters of this quarter's featured Capital Gain Tribal Convictions, Paddy Ukai. Dear nonexistent reader, you'll find it funny and informative and well worth your nonexistent while. Go fuck yourselves!


  • hah,ha ha ha he. you got a response from some cat selling spray booths! ha h aha hah ha ha ha ha! fuck me dead, that is so frickin' funny.

    By Blogger boligard doomey, at 4:36 AM  

  • Do not laugh too lastly, Boligard. I have a feeling the wife's e-mail trafficers have somehow, mysteriously migrated over here, since she is a deluxe spray-on tan dominatrix. Ah yes, the sting of the spray gun and the crack of the whip!

    By Blogger Theodore Q. Rorschalk, at 8:32 AM  

  • ps I'm having a little trouble sending comments so if I do it twice please excuse me and I apologize.

    By Blogger answer-man, at 10:21 AM  

  • No problemo, answer-man! I think you're trying to advertise your spray booths up the wrong tree, though. It is my wife who is the tanner. Would you like her e-mail addy?

    By Blogger Theodore Q. Rorschalk, at 2:52 PM  

  • Veners, you say you think no one is listening but I tell you that if my hands were not wrapped up in bandages because I burned them making pizza in a too hot oven, I would have written earlier or later than this.

    Don't call us fuckers anymore, you big fucker. It ain't right.

    The public is everywhere. And large too. With a following.

    Some of us can read. But, like I said, my hands were wrapped up and couldn't give you any fuckin' feedback. But I am here now. I don't write so good, see? But I can read and all I can say is get me a story to read.

    I am hungry and have only had a string bean to eat.

    By Anonymous Anonymous, at 2:16 AM  

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