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thong - RELAUNCHER
March 3rd 2004
Finally, I have gotten around to doing what I have always wanted to do. No, not inseminating clowns using a mechanical bull, but rather incorperating a backend for sensitivity check. Now I can update from anywhere online and allow you disgusting heathens to comment on my beautiful works of written art.
You may notice little bits and pieces (such as the majority of the content and archives) missing from the website but this will all be slowly added as time goes along. And for now this site's located at http://s92725487.onlinehome.us/ until I manage to wrench control of the proper domain name from that smelly little Erik.
As time goes on I'll slowly be filling the content back up while at work between calls.
By the by, if you notice any bugs or strange occurances besides obviously missing items, please let me know since I don't have so many tendencies to crawl into recess like you vermin might.
Just kidding, you guys are alright.
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thong - BLUE FIRE
March 5th 2004
So here I am, working my technical support wonders at msntv. Helping these wonderful people just makes the day a little more sweet. It amazes me how dense and ignorant some people can be, but it does give the nice sensation of utter superiority... until you're stumped as well.
Have you ever noticed something about the different races of the handicapped? I must admit, white retards are incredibly poorly dressed. Usually they have sweatpants hiked up to their nipples, a really beat up hat and a viciously stained jacket of some sort.
In my community I don't see many other mentally challenged people (tards) of other nationalities, but I have observed that Asian tards ooze by far more style, and by far less saliva. Often times they'll go out all on their own, in fairly expensive clothing (more than mine), with a cell phone pressed to their ear speaking a slightly slower, mangled cantonese. I think that Asian parents probably just whip their kids into shape no matter what, and not like other nationalities who treat their handicapped kids like funny little puppies who need wuv.
Speaking of which, Wiley is tired of having people pick on him and he wants to e-mail them clips from the movie Enough starring Jennifer Lopez, to truly explain to them how he feels about their treatment of him. Unfortunately the MSNTV plus is only capable of sending still images.
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Clint - Human Waste
March 9th 2004
Yellow retards are far worse than white. At least the retards that play Gunbound. In this game I am in the minority. First off, I'm white. Which means I don't end every fucking sentence in lah. Second, I can put together a coherent English sentence.
When you play this game you have to put up with these moronic Chinese... sorry, that's not general enough. You have to put up with these damn "azns" who sit there and play it so fucking much that if you make even the smallest error you are bombarded with piles upon piles of Engrish or idiocy that is usually not even readable. Now if you're going to sit there and insult me fuck tard then at least write it so I can read it without having an aneurism.
Also, please don't bash my skills when you turn around and hit your own damn team-mate in the back of the head. When I do it, it's "Yo fukin noob, suk big," but when you do it it's "lol." LOL indeed. Why don't you call yourself a fucking moron and save me the trouble.
To all the cool yellow people out there: You know I love you.
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thong - SUPER SHOCK
March 9th 2004
I think kids are awesome. I'm not really speaking in any sort of sick pervy man sense, but more in the strange reminiscent sense where I admire their strange resilience in the most odd of situations.
Some of the weird things we survive through during childhood is absolutely amazing. Being a wreckless child I've probably gone through more than my fair share (althought a just share) of life threatening experiences.
- I've tumbled down my staircase and rolled out the front window. (age 3)
- I've climbed up a book case to guzzle cough syrup and overdosed. Ended up with a 5 hour nap then was okay. (age 4)
- Jumped into a pool when I couldn't swim and the kids were calling me chicken (age 4)
- Tried to scare a cougar away from the sheep and thankfully succeeded (age 9)
- Suffered 3rd degree burns from flaming plastic on my arms and blown off most of my eyebrows (age 12)
- Fallen a dozen feet down a cliff onto rocks then tumbled another 24 feet down the hill (age 17)
And aside from a couple of scars, I'm a-okay. I haven't even actually broken anything, just a few fractures.
Really, what this all indicates to me is that parents should watch their kids less. If they're meant to survive they'll go ahead and do so. All the coddling and protection you give them just ends up making them soft wobbly marshmallows who can't fend for themselves. They'll just end up having everything they hold precious to them being ripped off by people like me. Since their pudgy, weak little arms won't be able to fend off my theiving touch.
So my point? I want to see more children poking at road kill with sticks and less having their eyes covered by interfering mothers. Tough kids good, soft kids bad.
Oh, and here's a stupid video I found. (someone's mirror)
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thong - BLOOG
March 11th 2004
Apparently I'm the best at pacifying the elderly in a quick and effecient time period at MSNTV technical support. Well, at least for the month of February anyhow.
Since hearing about a job you know next to nothing about (and frankly a job that isn't that exciting), I think I'll speak of something entirely different instead.
Actually, I think most of my life is actually very uninteresting to those who are not in it. Hence why I usually dislike most blogs. It seems like most people prattle on and on about each and every small occurance in their life. Like it's of the utmost of importance, and must be recorded just in case they die the next day and feel that everyone needs to know what they had for breakfast and how they felt when they'd accidentally put on their left shoe first instead of their right one.
It is very rare for people to actually make any in depth observations on what they experience, nor to have any sort of analysis (hee hee, anal) about what is happening to them. Usually it's the mundane "I didn't get what I wanted, I'm sad. I want die." or the simple "I got what I wanted. YAYAYAYAAY HAPPY!". It's all painfully obvious and bland retelling of rather mundane events with very little insight. I'd be better off writing a blog for my lungs.
Day 1 - "Air goes in, Air goes out. Air goes in, Air goes out. Air goes in, Air goes out. Air goes in, Air goes out. Air goes in, Air goes out. " (Repeat ad-nauseum)
Of course this perspective of mine does change a little when the journal belongs to someone I actually know, because then I get the inside edge on whatever dirt is clinging to the edge of their respective lives. And ocassionaly the journals of the incredibly stupid can be entertaining as well. Young girls who speak of how much they love the navy boy whole stole their virginity and their heart, then put the video footage online. Or self-obsessed, introverted death freaks who think that the world revolves around their pain.
Yeah I quite often do look down on people. You'd be lying if you said otherwise of yourself.
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thong - MISSING YOU
March 17th 2004
I miss my domain name. I really do. This wretched set of disgusting numbers and genthong address truly disturb my delicate sensibilities. Erik and I have filed the paperwork to have it switched over, but apparently they're really slow.
I'm a little concerned about the fact that I never see vegetables in the wild. How often do you find wild carrots, potatoes, beans,lettuce, or broccoli? I think it's all a scheme. Probably would have been a good line to feed to my parents as a child. Vegetables are actually spies from aliens, sent to take us over from the inside. Don't believe in the hype, just eat the wild.
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thong - PORNOGRAPHIKKA
March 23rd 2004
number 1
number 2
tools
I'm done for now. Props to all of those who... uhh, nevermind, I don't want to spread any favoritism.
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thong - HOLY SHIT
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March 25th 2004
IT'S BACK YOU SORRY MOTHERFUCKERS!
http://www.sensitivitycheck.com is back in business
I think I'm going to cry. Oh how I missed my little baby. My sweet little prince.
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erik - And now for the good news
March 26th 2004
Let's not forget our Viking friend Erik.
And thong, it's our baby. But since you did more work, I'll let you be the mother.
Oh, hi!
So that's all. Now go do something useful, so that I don't feel so obligated to.
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thong - INFORMATIF
March 26th 2004
In case you hadn't noticed, I just added a listing on the right hand side to show all recent comments that might have been made by you simpering simpletons (who I ocassionally join in infantile conversation).
Other than that, minor improvements that I have been making are the slow additions under the features section. Even though these additions are old content I'm working into this new system. I might also change the colour layout and tweak the design a bit at a later point in time but that has yet to be seen. Any colour preferences anyone?
Other than that, it makes me smile when friends give me pictures like this.
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Clint - .hack //phone
March 27th 2004
I'm getting really sick of this Fido banner covering up my porn star wallpapers on my phone. I need to hack this bitch; unfortunatly I have not performed such an act on a phone since the good ol nokia 6180 days.
So is there any one out there that cares to help me bust my Fido SE z200 wide open? I really want to enjoy this colour screen with some hot chicks but having a banner cover half the fucking screen sucks ass.
Best regards. - The king of porn stars.
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thong - TUCK IN
March 29th 2004
Just to let you all know, I'll never go this far to bring you content. Except maybe to link to it.
And yes, as many of you might have noticed, it has not just been Erik and I posting here. I've enlisted my work buddy Clint to make updates now and then, because frankly, we're horribly lacking in content and updates. I figure quantity will make up for quality.
Does anyone here have a friend who's had a penis molding done? I have one friend who did, it was for his friend's art project. She ended up making a ton of weird candles and abstract shapes from them. Apparently my friend when to her exhibition so he could ask female guests at the show what they thought about the size of the candles. I believe the response was "Ugly but large".
Oh, and I intend to put our sensitivitycheck videos back online as soon as possible. All the puke and shit you deserve.
Note: When you're watching something, someone's watching you.
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erik - Field Harlot Orgy
March 30th 2004
Sweet frilly swill, frothy alesoggers flock from swinebutchery backstreets while fro and to, fro and to, swing many a moonlit harlot of the field, and full naked were they stretched out below the farstill stars, thrilled oafs in arm, lovehaving and sexmaking, not a dull heavenly second at all might be said and deed some left right upon spectators' less-than-tactworthy arrivement, homeward ho they go and so the shortcut fuckfest fails to find full fin--but O, the soggers have some songs to sing tonight.
-Dirk Samene (and a dirty sack of shit is he)
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thong - SPAMMITY SPAM
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March 31st 2004
You know those people who send you messages pretending to be sexy 19 year olds who (for some strange reason) want to get into your pants, and then demand your credit card number in exchange for more scantily clad images of them? Here's some pictures of the types of fuckers who send it to you.
Yet they blatantly leave their e-mail directly linked off of the main page, despite lurking spam robots searching for points of contact. That and the tools for spamming and harrasement they have linked off of their page.... it's almost like they're begging to get their mailboxes flooded.
Not that I'd be the type to do it. Oh no.
Oh Sabrina, Natasha, Yolanda, Candy, and Carmen, you bring so much false hope to so many men (and some women).
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