That fish would be me. Co-author of this website found the fattest, ugliest fish in my uh… mother’s psuedo-fiance’s giant fish tank and could only think of one name for her.
Laura.
So, some of my posts will just be devoted to my random musings of snark. Because I have a lot to say – just in short bursts that have nothing to do with one another.
Think of it like a haiku with poetic license.
I love talking about myself. It puts me and anyone unfortunate enough to listen in a compromised position, though… because most of the time, the end to my story really doesn’t exist because I just wanted to ramble.
If you’re a frequent visitor to a couple of snark, you’ll notice Zack has amended “I have a big ass” to most of my posts.
This is very true, though I have yet to conference with the Ying-Yang Twins about it. However, I did knock a phone off of a desk last week with my ass… it was weird, because I wasn’t even that close to the desk.
I understand Facebook is a social networking site, but I’m sure it was not intended to be accessed like all users are in the first grade.
Without fail, everytime anything remotely pop-culture-esque happens, every single person I went to high school with needs to make it their status AND like everyone else’s who has the SAME EXACT ONE.
We know Michael Jackson died – your two cents is not appreciated. Tiger Woods was in a car accident? HOLY SHIT how would I have ever figured this without someone who I haven’t talked to in three years telling me this?
It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia is on? Why don’t you update your status everytime you laugh at something Danny DeVito says… thanks, I’ll be refreshing my page all night and won’t even have to watch the show.
I can’t wait to delete that shit.
If I cared what you have to say, I’d fucking follow you on Twitter. Duh – that’s where people care what you’re doing every 46 seconds.
Not really, but why don’t we make more media outlets conducive to making morons (MUCH like myself) feel like anyone cares?
