Good Morning, DUMBFUCK!

Just your friendly neighborhood zombie here, to remind you that your beloved wasn’t cold yet before you were raging yet again at HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOGE!!! in a podcast because YOU failed to include the proper forms in your request for a continuance.


Also to remind you that it was just three days after saying

that you were back to the butt stuff:

And then…”Don’t make me angry.  You wouldn’t like me when I’m angry.”



Because you never were going to do it. You know it. I know it. The American people know it!



Author: Paul Krendler

The Thinking Man's Zombie

40 thoughts on “Good Morning, DUMBFUCK!”

  1. Roller coasters don't go up and down as much..... Yea, read into that whatever you wish.

  2. The amazing thing is that Witless Willie does not even realize that the HARD part will be proving his alleged facts if, that is, he can ever find the right court to file in and manage to allege some facts that constitute a tort by Hoge. Willie somehow thinks that Hoge is responsible for what Howard writes on Paul's site, a thought which is a tad inconsistent with Grady being Paul. (Of course maybe Hoge is really Grady, who is really Paul, who may for all we know be Howard.)

    1. Dear WordPress, I know others have spoken to you already about the infinite like button, but I'd like to throw my two cents in and ask when are we getting it?

  3. Someday historians will come across William's online dropping and be forced to ask themselves "How much dumb would a DUMBFUCK fuck if a DUMBFUCK could fuck dumb?"

    1. Not sure she was a dumbfuck, but humanity just lost someone who fucked dumb. No word on whether she was paid for it.


    Well, first there's the sudden, terrifying realization that you need a new coffee maker ....

      1. Yes, the extremely vile behavior of taking time from our lives to stop and pray for the repose of her soul, truly asking God above to grant her eternal peace and eternal life.
        So vile and hateful! We should be ashamed of ourselves because we weren't paying attention to Bill as the center of attention, instead his soi-disant 'beloved' got our attention, as did her grieving family members. How hateful of us!

    1. Everyone knows the 5 stages of grief:

      1. The realization you need a smaller coffee maker.
      2. The agonizing decision of which Doom-clock urn to purchase.
      3. Intentionally inflaming the emotions of family members.
      4. Threats of physical violence toward people on the internet.
      5. Faildoxes.

      I thought everyone knew these already.

      1. Not only is it the best part of waking up, it'll get you through the tribulations of the newly single!

      2. Worse, William is going to have to learn an entirely new vocabulary of pick-up lines. "Cunt", "gash" and "whore", along with almost constant references to violent homosexual sodomy don't work nearly as well as they did in 1988.

        Don't ask me how I know that, just know that I do. It was a different, more innocent time.

  5. Old lady always "late"?

    Well, YOU can always be on time. Just throw her in this fashionable DOOM CLOCK urn.

    The perfect accessory for the psychotic that was never a good spouse but is ready to move on.

    1. Wonder if you could get a clock installed on this one:

      1. Probably a simple mod. Would only need a small drill bit. Use a finishing nail to seal it so the contents don't spill out.

    2. If after Bill dies, they put his ashes in a broken clock, he'll be right twice a day. He should then balance out his mistakes shortly before the sun becomes a red giant and devours the Earth.

    3. There's something missing from that image, so I fixed it.

  6. And the "Mr. Self-Awareness" Award goes for the second straight month to...

    Come check it out over at Billy Sez.


    William is awfully haughty for a plaintiff that has had two lulzsuits dismissed in less than six months by virtue of being five-eighths retarded. Thus far, not one of his cases has made it as far as opening arguments.

    Most folks go their entire lifetimes without being laughed out of court. Others make it a semiannual occurrence. If William had even the smallest measure of self-awareness, he'd show up in court tomorrow in a gimp suit.

  8. This is just precious.

    Oh, were we just so terribly mean to you, Pustule?

    What did you expect? That people who are disgusted to the point of literal nausea by your online behavior would suddenly care about your tender feelings?

    Did you forget what sort of behavior I'm talking about? Not the poop-rolling and sniffing; that's sick but hilarious. I'm referring specifically to your abuse of the grieving.

    Reap as ye sow, DUMBFUCK.


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