Archive for the ‘myspace’ Category
Behold, more actual ads ‘n such, captured from my journeys in the bizarre realm of….
mmmm….certified organic Labradoodles
Deviant told me if I didn’t post this, he would flirt with me until I hanged myself. Threats are hot.
The entry which you are about to read is a fictionalized reinactment of the tragedy which befell a pair of suburban families, in particular Megan Meier and her non-existant Myspace boyfriend Josh Evans… For them, an idyllic summer afternoon myspace exhange became a nightmare. The events of that day were to lead to the discovery of one of the most bizarre crimes in the annals of American history.
The Myspace Suicide Massacre!!!
Dear Discouragement Kitten:
I have a MySpace etiquette question I would like to ask you. If your “friend” has a profile song that you really really like, is it rude to put the same song on your own profile? And if so, is there a statute of limitation, with when passing, said act would no longer be considered rude or “biting”?
Dear Manners confused:
What the fuck ever gave you the idea that I’d be a good source for proper fucking etiquette? Is my blog titled Dear Fucking Manners Kitten? No, it’s Schadenfreude - Read the rest of this entry »
On Wednesday, September 12, 2007, I was checking the MySpace page I maintain for this website, when a Google AdSense advertisement caught my eye. It seems we can learn more about the genocide in Darfur, and perhaps even help save the lives of children by buying a new Chrysler. Read the rest of this entry »
ЯR September’s Official Band: The Dead 50s ЯR
I wear my pride on the inside, and I wear my coat when it’s cold.
Don’t mind my striped tube socks. It’s only harmless fun.
-Short Bus, The Dead 50s Read the rest of this entry »
Yes, bloggers. There is a use for myspace.
Aside from all the trojan-infested ringtones you can download, myspace is a great image host.
There was a time when being a pervert or obsessed psychopath entailed a whole lot of work like timing school bus schedules, constantly dry-cleaning floor-length overcoats and obtaining chloroform without attracting suspicion. Now, modern technology has intervened, making stalking easier and more fun than ever. Like to get in on the bug-eyed, clenched teeth fun? Just follow these steps, you psycho-fuckin’-path!