Sloshed In Translation

I usually don’t include comments in the mail bag unless they are a paragraph or more, you know, something with a little meat attached to it… but in this case a comment left by Joyce’s brother.. I mean, boyfriend had Vinny and I just about falling out of our seats laughing.  This comment of course was induced by the little write up I did about him. Continue Reading…

When choosing a target for sloshed, a few important factors need to be taken in to consideration. Will they respond to it, is there grasp of common logic that of a retard humping a door knob, and will their friends ( if any ) also jump on the band wagon to “retaliate” against said posting. Sometimes it works out, other times it just fizzles out… but some times even I get thrown a curve ball I didn’t expect. In this case I got a reaction from someone I couldn’t possibly fathom existed; Joyce’s “boyfriend”. Now I use the quotes because I’m not entirely convinced Joyce even has a boyfriend… considering that I was horrified that someone had the stomach to give her a child… I mean, beer goggles can produce a little trailer trash carbon copy of yourself, but to actually be able to tolerate such bridge trollish looks to form a relationship? That’s quite a fucking thing there. Continue Reading…

For some reason I never grow tired of the knee jerk response people have to being written about over the internet.  You know what I’m talking about, the paragraph of them babbling about how much they don’t care, or how pathetic and beneath them I am.  Example; Continue Reading…

You know, it’s a bit sad that the Juggalo thing got a bit stale as I have list of possible targets to play with… but if I am to continue entertaining you all, gotta keep the content fresh!  So after a bit of searching through Vampire Freaks and Stickam I finally happened upon a pathetic soul that was good enough for me to play with.  ( You people really don’t understand how difficult this really is, literally, it took me 2 hours just to find you one target… and I don’t even ask for donations! ) Continue Reading…

Don’t like being called inbred pedophiles.

…who knew?

-Finish a book and/or story
-Less things that are bad for my health (mostly because of the financial burden, admittedly)

Now, for some 2009/00s-wrap-up-crapola.

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When I started the previous weeks games with the “I’m so thug my Mom buys my socks for me” kids there was one that has been piping up in their cute little chat room acting “Hard”.  The problem I had with playing with him is that he’s 15 years old… and generally speaking I *TRY* to leave the pre-pubescent alone.  So in this case you are going to notice I go just a LITTLE bit easier on the child…  Don’t want to over-step legal boundaries, so on, so forth. Continue Reading…

As per your request for submissions to Sloshed, I wanted to include the attached photo of two of the biggest douchiest douchebags I’ve ever met…
GODSPEED!!!!

Your argument is invalid….

Mmmmm… Kabobs…

As most of you know, when someone leaves a comment so long that it in it of itself could be considered an article, I like to take the time to give it the proper attention it deserves. Seeing that said person is obviously deprived of attention at home, it just wouldn’t be right of me to not give him a little bit of myself!

To catch you up, last night I wrote a story about a angry little ginger. Naturally, he had more than a few things to say about that via comments. Now, he left said comment last night, yes, I could have responded to it then but I had a purpose with waiting until now which I will explain later in this article. So let’s get to it, shall we?

[ For those of you that wish to pull the “too long didn't read card, he's an idiot and here's the punch line ]

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Well last night was an amusing time. Juggalos, internet and telephone tough-guys, good stuff. Though since then we’ve had some interesting developments, and considering that I am having my first drink of the evening I do believe it’s time to get back on the horse and play with some puppets.

Remember last night, I’m sure you do, but if not, lets start with the first voice mail. Yes, the one where he ended with calling me a “faggot” then inviting me to his “room”. Yeah, the latent homosexuality that screamed from that sentence hurt my soul… irony, anonymous calling be thy name… Continue Reading…