Seru and Yogurtman are bastards

Yes, you heard me. They’re bastards. I figured they would write about as much as I do, possibly less. Oh, how could I be so wrong? Seru alone doubled my output (as if that was a difficult task) in 2 (or 3, I can’t remember, I have ADD) days.

Maybe I should be happy. I mean, now, I wouldn’t have crap on my site if I were left to my own devices. However, every now and again, I get this feeling of intense rage. Not rage like “argh, I flunked my math test because the friend I cheated off of was a fucking retard,” I mean rage like I could curbstomp both of them, then, while they were unconscious, set them up in an abandoned warehouse (which was conveniently saturated with gasoline) and set it ablaze. I know it sounds somewhat extreme to you, but, dammit, this is my goddamn site. If it floundered, I wanted it to be my fault (and it likely will be, anyway), and if it succeeded, I would rake in the cash like a dirty crippled Negro slave raked up leaves in the south (ho ho).

OK, this picture has no point, at all, but she is fine as hell.

Actually, now, if it does succeed, I will have the pleasure of taking all the credit. I could always say, “Oh, Seru and Yogurtman are just personalities I do” and no one could prove me wrong. Well, they could, but if they did I would just say it was a coincidence. “Oh, I didn’t know that you used the name Yogurtman. What a coincidence.” AND NO ONE WOULD BE THE WISER. But I’m not a liar (ok, I am, but that is beside the point). I guess I’ll let them have a little credit, but not as much as they undoubtedly deserve.

I swear, if this site becomes Seru40’s Den of Hate I will kill myself with a wooden spoon. THAT IS NOT AN INVITATION, YOU BASTARD!!!