Moderation of a website should have clear boundaries. This is a long story. I’ve seen things. A dog with no legs aggressively dragging its ass at me. A van with the sliding door wide open at highway speed. A gasoline fueled eruption of flame. Baby owls in the broad daylight. Some of those may be irrelevant so forget them if you will. So obviously I’ve either escaped from your version of hell on Earth, James T, or one of my minions has become smart enough to use an internet connected device and post on a message board in my stead. Thought you were sooo smart did you. You’ve all probably seen his laughably light hearted topic that’s supposed to be saying some lame-o shit like I’m brainwashing people or something with an imaginary TCS fridge... well just stop. This guy “JamesT” isn’t on the good side of humanity is all I’m saying. I’d refer you to the FBI but they referred me to Interpol who gave me the run around. This person or more like this thing is connected. No police department will claim jurisdiction of the place where I’ve been kept for the past 4 days, and I may or may not still be there. You know, depending on whether or not this is me or a minion. And I’m not talking Despicable Me cutesy one-eyed minion. They’re fucking ugly pretty cool people. *Delete this sentence and strike out “pretty cool” in the previous sentence you ass sniffing fool or... well you know my namesake* So yeah go ahead feel the need to save a fellow TCSer from the insane acts of torture that one of your moderators has been going through with. Feel that need real good and grab its butt. Then bury it. Bury it alongside things like your dreams for the future, love for your fellow humans, your hope that any new entry in the Terminator franchise won’t suck, because its not going to do any good. They’re all paid off. Local yokel sheriffs, state troopers, G-Men in black Impalas, part time National Guard soldiers, James Bond probably wouldn’t accept this mission because he’s on the fucking take. And I’m not hiring XXX because God only knows who the fuck would show up. Probably some shitty hack on the downside of a failed acting career that JamesT thinks is awesome. This is supposed to be Hate Week and iirc kept lighthearted or you can supposedly contact other people to hahahahahaha LOL oh what a joke. If this gets posted and not deleted immediately AGAIN and manages to stay up for long enough that others can know if shit gets this real you can’t contact anyone by PM to get hate week to not be so hateful or physically painful. I can’t even e-mail, text, call, skype, vibr, or play hackysack with anyone but JamesT. It was a great troll move, giving me a computer and wi-fi access in my dungeon of final despair but routing all contact to yourself. But I couldn’t figure out how to decline all those push notifications regarding the torture schedule. So fucking annoying. Anyway. Save me. Don’t. Whatever. You’ll eventually die either way but its better for you if you do so without involving JamesT in your life. Just saying. Oh and bring back movie night, he never seemed to have an unquenchable thirst for liquids squeezed out of humans back when that thing was a thing.
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Hating hate week since before it was cool to hate. iMinionU#37 signing off.