Myspace

Does anyone actually find that, um, fun? I spent fifteen minutes on Myspace yesterday and about two seconds into it I felt like stabbing myself in a sensitive area with a blunt pencil for even considering getting on that site.

Be that as it may, I plowed through that nonsense because there are just too many girlies and hot girlie pictures that I would not have access to were I not a member of that marker of mass stupidity.

This is my sexy Myspace picture.

I throw many sexy myspace parties (well, I plan to. I haven't yet, but I just joined so cut me some slack. I'm a very busy dude, you know, working out and flexing in front of the mirror and all), so if you're ready to party sexy-like, hit me up on there. My abs have their own agent, so if you want to party with them, you'll have to call their agency first. Sorry, but those are the rules.

Lady, will you shut the hell up!

I'm greatful that i've been so lucky as to have been chosen to receive two free iPod nanos. I really am. Against all odds, I've been chosen to receive them hundreds of times over the last few weeks. As lucky as I'm running, I should play the lotto, or do a stripper without a jimmy cap.

But does that annoying broad have to keep yelling out of my speakers about it? I didn't want your damn iPods then, I sure as hell don't want them now, and I won't in the future, because you're a lying pile of refuse with no intentions of following through on your clever advertising ruse. Asses.

You win the assbag prize as the most annoying advertisement ever.

Congrats.