Ebasher
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Poster: Ebasher @ Wed Apr 01, 2009 3:02 pm
So you want to be a web super star, and blog large, go to myspace, no charge, comin’ up in the web, don’t troll nobody, gotta look over your facebook constantly.
I remember the days when I didn’t know an instant message from a webpage, looking in a monitor, dreamin’ about downloadin’. The forum flamers. Changing credits. Illin’ with the web cam bots. Linking horrible things and whatever the anonymous deserves from me. Shit its funny how hilarious images manifest, and the names that be comin’ with it. Nevertheless, you gotta learn the html, but you don’t know about the tubes, worms, and donkey pron, ‘cause even animals get it on (the web). And losin’ some of your avatar in raids past, expansions gone by, hopefully it don’t manifest for Chinese gold farmer guys, megalomaniac and the elf attack don’t know how to act, shit deep, 48 hacker guerilla group has the internet feel, think they’re gonna hack the matrix but never will, ‘till they all cross over, still, fillin’ your head with fantasies, forum with me, show the l337 it takes to flame the noobies.
You wanna be a web super star in the biz, and make sites for people who don’t know what html is, I wish it was all fun and games, but the monthly fees are high, and some can’t pay the way, feel trapped in a contract, what you bloggin’ about? IM me what happened when your connection fell out? The ISP you chose service is lapsing. No modem. No router. No dial up. No matter. No internet denizens of questionable gender, and everyone lies about their weight, they’re all fatter.
So you wanna be a web super star? And blog large, go to myspace, no charge, comin’ up in the web, don’t troll nobody, gotta look over your facebook constantly.
People see web stars, you know what I’m typin? But you still try and get out in the daylight like everybody else, you know, it’s a nice day, but its still outside away from your router range. Save your skin man, SPF is true. You’re pale, don’t take long to burn, you know what I’m typing? I mean, you got roll hacks in this game too. There’s gonna be another internet citizen comin’ out, blogging like me, flaming like me next year. I write and therefore purport to know this. It’ll be a 12 year old, spamming his lack of puberty in your ear, somebody else trying to offend the masses asses.
You ever have wet dreams? Of makin’ it to Charley Sheen? Money shot, cock slapper on the LCD screen. You wanna facebook gently, keep it friendly, be a web star and always check who sent me goatse. You wanna have big epics, let me count a tick as another net ho done come on my page, first they get hits like they found a whole pile of fossilized Jesus shits, long as you don’t smell it’ll be ok, then you get flamed by the webmasters and trolls, internet things never stay the same way they began to roll, I read that some never get flamed to the fullest, that’s why fools end up snackin' on an internet bullet, think everything’s fine on the world’s time, see me on my laptop online with the power cord shine.
So you wanna be a web super star, and blog large, go to myspace, no charge, comin’ up in the web, don’t troll nobody, gotta look over your facebook constantly.
My own clan don’t know me, I’m surfing in a McDonalds, lonely, but thank Al Gore on whose internet I chill with my long distance homies. But sometimes I wish I was back on my homepage, but only no links or ads, they’re phony. Got to hit the net solely so the web bitches know me, I’m in the ether like an internet Maloney, and the trolls say that my own guild will pwn me, and the best way back is to keep your hands on the keys, never drop down to your knees, they’re too busy with their bitches to know how to blow me, they just want a Klingon, to ring on, and so on. Log on fall off – the internet ho’s fall off to the next web super star with no shame, give him a page and they’ll lie about their age, the same as the last ones who logged on before them, got hits started getting blocked, or worse still internet stalked. I warned him, assured him this web shit ain’t easy, take from meezy, sleazy websites want your credit cardeezy. They’re fucking the internet. So you wanna be a web superstar, and blog large, go to my space, no charge, comin’ up on the web, don’t troll nobody, gotta look over your facebook constantly.
Inspiration courtesy of Cypress Hill.
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