…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.