Self Defecation

Oh I meant deprecation. Or it doesn't matter, the two are the same for those whose view of the world rests on a purely metaphorical plane, and which stops before those necessary final connections to reality are made. These sorts of people include LSD junkies, fictitious people of all sorts, and the kids in Straus C who watch 17 episodes of 24 in 24 hours. Jack Bauer is welcome to have sex with me if necessary for the interests of national security, but I'll be damned if I let him reduce me to an ill-ventilated couch ornament no more active than a Chinese broccoli. Must we also mention the retinal consequences of the ionizing radiation?

Anyway, the topic at hand is shitting oneself, and/or the fact that nothing we post on this blog is worth reading, whether by us or anyone. Maybe by us, but we could probably be doing more fruitful things, like playing half life or going on Nasioc. The only way that last sentence could possibly have been funny or meaningful is if you're one of two people in the world who knew what I was talking about. Going for a wider readership does not necessarily imply forsaking our style, and the major themes of jokes about penis and poop that have been keystones of our humor, but the presentation could stand to be a little less self absorbed.

I know, haha, it's fun to make fun of yourself. But I'll let you read that sentence again. Nothing we post on this blog is worth reading. Or how bout an inversion. We don't post anything worth reading on this blog. As for the other topic at hand, shitting oneself, we'll let the other contributors give their 2 cents.