Believe it or not, this website is not just some internet chump.  It’s a highly technical network much like a 1920’s pimp working several different corners all the while letting each think they are my special place.  I put information on this site, then my bottom bitch (twitter) spreads herpes the word to those waiting for the next post.  A few of my other bitches (facebook, google, etc) help promote me as well and I’m always on the look out for another way to get my name out there keep my pimp hand strong.

This week while looking for new corners, the RSS feed for the very blog that you’re reading was rejected because “The content is inappropriate for syndication.”  I didn’t get pissed off or go on some freedom of speech rant.  I’m completely aware I’m allowed to say whatever I want, but nobody has to listen or help me repeat it.  I wasn’t disappointed that I was rejected.  No, I’m actually kind of proud.  I’m not the edgiest comic on the block (Doug Stanhope).  I don’t have a lot of life experiences that scare the average human (Kerry White).  No one has ever had to tape my pants on so I wouldn’t pull my dick out on stage (Paul Hooper).  I’ve never convinced an entire room full of people that retard porn is good for the economy (Matt Davis).  I’ve never called a flag magnet the “aids ribbon of patriotism” (still my favorite hardcore line from Josh Goguen).  And I’ve never got a standing ovation while mimicking a kick to my mother’s chemo bag (Mo Alexander).

Nope, I’m just a loud, arrogant, hick that likes to yell about living with 6 vaginas in a small town in the south.  As simple as that sounds to both you and me, today I’m pretty proud of the fact that a nameless/faceless soul found the time to put his pizza and chocolate milk on his mother’s counter long enough to greasily poke out an email to let me know he actually read my blog and as the spokesperson for the uncensored world of internet syndication he has deemed my thoughts too dirty to help me spread my seed to soccer moms in western Iowa.  Thank you sir for your honesty and I consider your opinion a compliment.  Now if you’ll excuse me I have to watch a video of that same western Iowa soccer mom unscrewing the lid off the shampoo in her pussy without twisting the bottle.