Dual Post Gone Bad...Or...St. Valentine's Day Massacre II
Despite its immense popularity, I am of the belief that MySpace sucks ass. Between the hours of 4 a.m. and 8 a.m. when it is actually accessible, it has a tendency to crash and take blogs, pictures, comments, and other computer programs with it. However, it is the extent of my social life at the moment, so it is a necessary evil. Let's just hope that "Tom" realizes he needs to stop promoting the damn MySpace CD long enough to improve on the server.
Anyway, taking out the dramatic buildup and much of the humor from the original post, I was commenting on how it, like Halloween, was a bastard holiday because no federal buildings closed, Wal-Mart was open all night long, and most networks didn't run marathons. (I mean, it's no Presidents Day for crying out loud.) Then I went on to make fun of Kay Jewelers' commercials for their jewelry ranging from $599-$7,000 and how that should make the recipients turn into hookers. I then went on about how Sam's Club's two dozen roses for $25 implied the opposite. It was a hell of a lot funnier, a lot longer, and far less bitter, so, for MySpace's ineptitude, I apologize.
MySpace, you're on notice, and believe me, you don't want to be dead to me. Just ask AOL about that shit. You don't want none of that.
--So Sayeth the Schitt
Anyway, taking out the dramatic buildup and much of the humor from the original post, I was commenting on how it, like Halloween, was a bastard holiday because no federal buildings closed, Wal-Mart was open all night long, and most networks didn't run marathons. (I mean, it's no Presidents Day for crying out loud.) Then I went on to make fun of Kay Jewelers' commercials for their jewelry ranging from $599-$7,000 and how that should make the recipients turn into hookers. I then went on about how Sam's Club's two dozen roses for $25 implied the opposite. It was a hell of a lot funnier, a lot longer, and far less bitter, so, for MySpace's ineptitude, I apologize.
MySpace, you're on notice, and believe me, you don't want to be dead to me. Just ask AOL about that shit. You don't want none of that.
--So Sayeth the Schitt