IN SOVIET RUSSIA, [object] [verb] YOU!
// March 18th, 2005 // Blog // By: Brandon Seekins
I tried for a good 10 minutes to find a suitable fit for the above Slashdot formula for Soviet Russia raping John’s fat hosting pipe, and thus, revoking my blog posting for a few days. I give up, you don’t do anything to a blog that becomes vulgar through word rearrangement. Apparently, though, those commies love their UNKLE, though now that Vladimir and his boys seem fit with their Lavelle fix, I can get some short bursts of blogging out of my system.
I know Mark would be happy. I mean, there’s only so many times you can look up “bantam” and “praxis” before you realize that my comment relates less to your post than to the post I’d have written if I hadn’t forfeit my blog to “the people”.
Volksbloggen aside, as I recover from my withdrawal I can see more clearly now that I’ve gotten quite a bit done at work due to the afterclap of the UNKLE77 board blowing up my spot. Cuntpunt as they cuntpunt unto ye; now I must get some words out from my head and onto the interweb. This, expectedly, takes place from my desk at the office… I’ll go home soon.
A quick explanation before I do: A slight change in prefixation turns the Viennese sign above from “Placarding is forbidden.” to “Sex with animals is forbidden.” Experience the magic of Pictures of Walls for a good hour. It’s certainly cheaper than hitting up that strip club after work, and be honest, you like grafitti more than you like nudity anyway.
John: Some personal favorites involve-
In Soviet Russia, tetris piece rotate you.
In Soviet Russia, library checks out you.
In Soviet Russia, road forks you.
In Soviet Russia, environment pollutes you.
and this one pwns me,
Roses are Red, Violets are Blue;
In Soviet Russia, poem writes you.
