“LOL” Is Not Punctuation
The next dumbass to use the acronym “LOL” when the situation doesn’t call for it is getting a mental foot up the ass. Naturally, I wouldn’t put my foot up their ass even if I were to see them to it in person. Real violence isn’t a good solution to most problems. Hell, posturing about the ass kicking you’ll give to some yahoo on the internet is in the realm of those idiotic internet tough guys. But this isn’t about them.
“LOL” is an acronym that means “Laughs/ing Out Loud”, not “period”. Use it as such. Because of overuse by morons, I’ve grown to despise the term. Here that, shitheads? You made someone hate your favorite substitute for substance. You should probably posture and strut on your MySpace about how much control you have over some guy on the internet. It’s about the only place you’ll ever get away with acting out your fantasies about being popular and well liked. In reality, nobody likes you. Your mother may love you, or say she does, but she secretly wishes she had just got that abortion she chickened out of. She did have the cajones to actually spend a weekend drinking a lot, but she chickened out on that, too. Which honestly explains why you’re the way you are.
To clarify, I’m saying you suffer from Fetal Alcohol Syndrome. In case you missed it. What’s Fetal Alcohol Syndrome? Why, you’ll just have to dedicate some of your meager mental faculties to looking it up. I’m not doing your homework for you.
If you don’t use the term “LOL” inappropriately, you can basically disregard this entire entry. You’ve committed no sin beyond taking a shortcut. Which is still sending your ass to hell, but who am I to talk? I’m an atheist that loves the LGBT crowd and will happily tear your beliefs apart if you piss me off enough. Most people don’t achieve this, though, so don’t worry. I still may end up picking on certain aspects of religion, but nobody will force you to read it. Then again, if you’re beliefs can’t stand up to criticism, should you really hold them so dearly? But that’s another discussion for another time.
I bid you all adieu. Live Long and Prosper. Also, wipe your feet next time, asshole. I don’t like mud on my carpet. Yes, you. The one with the ridiculous wussy goatee.
