So I Went Stalking My Hit Tracker (Cuz I’m Stalky Like That About My Site Stats)

…and I found four completely random, unidentifiable hits from Myrtle Beach, South Crackalacky in the space of a single hour earlier today.

I wonder who it could be…

It couldn’t be my old best pal DUMBFUCK – his Twitter is private so I can’t even see his feed (as far as he knows) and I have nothing to blog about as long as he stays hidden under the porch with his cockholster clamped shut.

Except for the fact that he’s a coward for hiding under the porch with his cockholster clamped shut, of course.

But it’s only a matter of time before he comes out again to open himself up for open mockification, pointage and laughery.

 

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Author: Paul Krendler

The Thinking Man's Zombie

7 thoughts on “So I Went Stalking My Hit Tracker (Cuz I’m Stalky Like That About My Site Stats)”

  1. How can you #resist if nobody knows you're there?
    How can you #resist if you can't be seen?
    Spooky.

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    1. You can #resist hygiene. You can #resist common sense. You can #resist learning from your mistakes. You can #resist common decency.

      It helps if you're a DUMBFUCK.

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  2. So if your Twitter feed is private.... AND you are shadowbanned...

    It is an awesome, AWESOME day in the neighborhood.

    Keep it up, chubbs... the less you are seen and heard the better.

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    1. LOL!

      That attention whore must have gone to the Brett Kimberlin school of toothless legal threats!

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