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My motherfucking computer just got raped.
I'm suing for aggravated sexual assault here because it wasn't just raped but reamed with a oak billy club studded with tent spikes--poisoned tent spikes--and after that there was nothing to do but give it a Lysol dip bath and hang it out to dry. This computer is now the cleanest, emptiest son-of-a-bitch you ever saw. All the shit I wrote, drew or downloaded is gone, gone, gone. That includes my GODDAMN LUCIUS FOLDER which had, like, 50,000 glorious images of H.R.H. Jason Isaacs in that fabulous blond wig. My artz are all gone. Some of it exists on Photobucket, but not all of it. There's some on here too. And DA. And CA . . . ok maybe I'm not doing all that bad there, except for some commission shit that only existed on my sexually assaulted hard drive. Said hard drive is now in counseling. And where do you think my writing is? That's fucking right, faithful readers. GONE. I think there's a single sex scene floating around in one of my writing community forums, but that's it.
Did I back all this shit up, you ask?
Fuck yeah, but the rapist snuck into the Seagate through the back door(motherfucker's bisexual) and partied down with that too, cause I had it on automatic backup and when the worm hit, it hit that too.
So here I sit with a computer so virginal it won't even glance at anything remotely resembling a dick, let alone a worm. Clutter? What clutter?
*****
I was going to make this the only post I ever posted where I lock down the comments, mostly because I hate the stupid *hugs* shit when something goes wrong. The internet has robbed us all of the richness of the English language, which possesses a multitude of ways to express understanding and sympathy without fucking *hugs*. Don't fucking do it. I'm watching you, goddamnit.
As an aside, one problem with a clean cut computer is I can't find that one picture of Jason Isaacs where he's lying nekkid face down on a bed with his tight ass in full view. Anyone know what movie it's from?
I'm suing for aggravated sexual assault here because it wasn't just raped but reamed with a oak billy club studded with tent spikes--poisoned tent spikes--and after that there was nothing to do but give it a Lysol dip bath and hang it out to dry. This computer is now the cleanest, emptiest son-of-a-bitch you ever saw. All the shit I wrote, drew or downloaded is gone, gone, gone. That includes my GODDAMN LUCIUS FOLDER which had, like, 50,000 glorious images of H.R.H. Jason Isaacs in that fabulous blond wig. My artz are all gone. Some of it exists on Photobucket, but not all of it. There's some on here too. And DA. And CA . . . ok maybe I'm not doing all that bad there, except for some commission shit that only existed on my sexually assaulted hard drive. Said hard drive is now in counseling. And where do you think my writing is? That's fucking right, faithful readers. GONE. I think there's a single sex scene floating around in one of my writing community forums, but that's it.
Did I back all this shit up, you ask?
Fuck yeah, but the rapist snuck into the Seagate through the back door(motherfucker's bisexual) and partied down with that too, cause I had it on automatic backup and when the worm hit, it hit that too.
So here I sit with a computer so virginal it won't even glance at anything remotely resembling a dick, let alone a worm. Clutter? What clutter?
*****
I was going to make this the only post I ever posted where I lock down the comments, mostly because I hate the stupid *hugs* shit when something goes wrong. The internet has robbed us all of the richness of the English language, which possesses a multitude of ways to express understanding and sympathy without fucking *hugs*. Don't fucking do it. I'm watching you, goddamnit.
As an aside, one problem with a clean cut computer is I can't find that one picture of Jason Isaacs where he's lying nekkid face down on a bed with his tight ass in full view. Anyone know what movie it's from?