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PolkOut.com... fuck! Broke my mp3 player today. Along with everything else. Goddamn... like a cherry on a shit sundae. Only, I guess if I had a shit sundae, the cherry would alleviate the shittiness (unless it emphasized it through dichotomy? I don't know...). But really, it's lesser awful on top of a bigger mound of awful, so I guess it'd be like a little cat turd on top of a festering bowl of diarrhea.
Fuck the donate button. And while we're at it, lets
condense the rest of this shit: This is a button, click it:
Click that blog button! Check that shit out! Here is the original version of the comic, readers suggested I cut it at the third panel and that seemed like a fair call:
Today has just not been my day. I really hope there's some kind of karmic equilibrium... like one of those elephant deities with all the arms, and he has an abacus and every time shit happens to someone, he slides a bead one way, but then another bead has to be slid in the other direction... because, I don't know, I guess this elephant man would give a shit about these sorts of things. And it doesn't have to be one for one, like vending machines... you lose three quarters but you gain a bag of cheetos, more little awfuls could mean one big awesome. You know, you can spend all day constructing these optimistic models but then one thought trumps them all... holocaust. Not much equilibrium there. Elephant man really blew it. --End Transmission-- PolkOut Sells Out The following are ads I've put up on the site to help pay for my advertising budget so I can make this site more popular. I did not choose these ads, and have decided not to filter their content. So if they lead you to blah, well all the better.
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