JUNE 24, 2015 – Ruling the world of podcasting on Blog Talk Radio!
JUNE 26, 2015 – switches to LIVE365 after excessive patches of dead air cause the BlogTalkRadio software to disconnect repeatedly. But don’t worry – this is where ALL THE BIG PODCASTERS ARE!
JUNE 30, 2015 – after all the cool podcasters learn of DUMBFUCK’s arrival at LIVE365, they all demand refunds and bolt for other platforms to avoid the stench of associating with it. It’s street cred destroyed, DUMBFUCK hangs in at LIVE365 for two whole podcasts (actually just 23% of one if you exclude pre-recorded stupidity, stammering unpreparedness, umms, ahhs, mouth-breathing, bitching about sound quality an dead air), before it is unceremoniously welcomed into the streets once more.
So, it’s back to Speaker!
Five days, three podcasts, three platforms. Is there a Guinness World Record for biggest failure? Because this really needs to be checked. (Would a trophy on the mantel for World’s Greatest Failure, right next to the last empty bottle of mouthwash from Bob Barker, count as an “accomplishment?”) But never mind that, numbskulls, I’m podcastin’.
16,863rd time’s the charm…DUMBFUCK’S got this, DUMBFUCK! Oh, it’s gonna own that shit! LIKE A DUMBFUCK! Einstein’s definition of insanity be damned! Occam’s Razor, too! Just because it has failed for years running, that doesn’t make it a failure! It would still be a failure even if it had never tried at all!
I heard she’s naming names too!
In particular, she’s naming Bill Schmalfeldt, and following that with things like “LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE, YOU PSYCHOPATHIC VEGETABLE!”
(That may be a loose paraphrase…)
Bill Schmalfeldt harassment
But it’s pretty clear that no one is playing along with DUMBFUCK’s fantasies.
He needs to…
It’s rare to see a guy go 0-for-4 in a single sentence.
But if anyone could do it, DUMBFUCK is the
guy twatwaffle for the job. Like(0)Dislike(0)
9:54 PM YESTERDAY:
“Waaaah! Waaaaah! Look what a poor victim I am! Look how meeeeeeaaan to me they are! Waaaaaah! Waaaaaahh!
40 MINUTES EARLIER:
Wait…what? I thought he already doxed Grace, our San Fancisco hair stylist/fugitive Louisiana midwife or something. It had to be true because he’s never faildoxed anybody. Just ask John Smith, who sent him a Tub’o’Turds:
But seriously, back to last night.
5 minutes after whining about mean people:
Sure she did. Still waiting on a cause of death on a notarized death certificate…but we can always speculate…
But never mind that now. We need to finish with last night’s epic hypocrisy.
What’s the matter, I wonder? Does DUMBFUCK NOT LIKE THE TASTE OF HIS OWN CEREAL?
I hope that DUMBFUCK remembers during his regular morning F5 RAGEFEST…
…that he’s all het up over…a little ole nobody!
While John Hoge is off at Field Day 2015 pursuing his hobby, I wonder what DUMBFUCK thinks about when he takes a break from marveling at how obsessed HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOGE!!! is with him.
Gail who? Oh, you mean the Dog Whisperer? Haven’t seen her in a week or so…why do you ask?
I wonder if it has any idea how insignificant it is.
(I really don’t….ssshhhh!)
First of all, Morgana wrote that post.
Second, it was about DUMBFUCK. (Not TO DUMBFUCK, about DUMBFUCK. There’s a world of difference. Even DUMBFUCKS know that.)
Now, if an average everyday DUMBFUCK wants to think a post about it is a post about nothing, neither Morgana nor I will stand in the way of a DUMBFUCK calling itself “nothing,” except perhaps to say its self-image may be elevated above reasonable expectations.
It has a tall hill to climb to get to nothing.
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.”
SMAWFELT SMASH PUNY HOGE! RAWR! RAWR! RAWR!
Because you never were going to do it. You know it. I know it. The American people know it!
And really…who would be more intimately acquainted with that smell than DUMBFUCK?
Reminds me of a day last November. For me it was just another of what seems like a thousand days when DUMBFUCK swore he’d get someone, ANYONE –
“Your Honor, I call THAT GUY!!”
– under oath to tell him who I am.
Except he was hidden in the hills above Elkridge that day while his Peace Order hearing came and went. Yes, hidden he was, deep in a thicket of trees, skirts hiked up around his hips, filled with sand and reeking of what?
All together, class…