There's not much to say other than sometimes it's time to move on.
Back in the day, when this glorious blog was just a twinkle in our collective eyes, We decided to take in a certain associate even though he had already successfully run one third year blog into the ground. We're generous guys, what can we say. But it's become clear that his attitude towards allowing posts about cake recipes was really just a sign that he isn't ready for the big leagues yet. We have standards here, standards that cannot be measured in number of YouTube clips posted or pumpkin latte reviews.
A great burden has been lifted. Let us move forward in the name of Domination!
ouch. 4 posts in rapid-fire succession. talk about burn.
ReplyDeleteI would like to formally apply to replace the ol' scalpel jock. My qualifications are that I am an award-winning journalist and that I recently ordered a dick towel off the internets. I plan to wear it with my Paulus-palooza shirt. Also, I have killed 38 mice since mid-September. My weakness is that I am not in fact dominating third year as much as the rest of you, though it is possible I am dominating it more than Howard.
ReplyDeleteSo this is what it feels like to be dumped.
ReplyDeleteTo the Readers--
I'm sorry you had to watch Mommy and Daddy fight like this. And I hope you enjoyed the blog while it lasted. Because it is now run by 4 goons that prior to this evening collectively averaged about one post every 3 weeks. So make sure not to check back too often, because its likely to never be updated again. And keep an eye out for poor grammar and misspellings if it is, because these kids ain't too bright.
To Venk, Stins, Lumbie, and Charlie--
Congrats on your coup d'etat. I thought I was doing right by you, even dominating on your behalf, by being the only one keeping the blog going in the face of your overt laziness these last 2 months. Venk, you talk about dreams. Well, tonight you killed one. I hope you can sleep at night. Barney and Bill, how dare you? And Charlie. Oh Charlie. I thought we had something special, my man. I'm going to blame this on the fact that I spanked you up and down your home course last weekend. After running a triathlon. Because I know you're better than this.
Two final thoughts:
1-Take down that f*cking picture of me.
2-We'll always have the copcats.
-Scalpel Jockey