Shopfitters of the world, unite and take over

Things at once not big, not clever, not funny - nor challenging, as a result of the previous.

So much so that you hope you misheard, or in this case misread. So it is with the lackwitted attempt at sarcasm from dickwad who left the comment on the previous post pretending to be lit-twat Euan T.

Do me a brotherfucking favour; use a name, any name but preferably a good one. Show some imagination, anyone's imagination, but preferably a good one if not your own. Have a fuckin' go rather than piss about with half-arsed attempts at sarcasm, admittedly the highest form of wit but quarter-witted when at the disposal of this feckless impotante.

The arse crease, the butt crack, the bottom line is I will not take it personally, I fuckin' love it. The whole point of the Blame Game Name Shame is to rile people. What really offends me, what I may take personally if it continues, is the insipid nature of the bollock-drained comment left by that yellowest of recreants, that most jelly of fishes, the lowest milquetoast. That is, the habitually vapid, the daily jejune, the oftenmost anemic.

Did I hear you right?

Fantastic.

Let's have it!

Blame Game Name Shame on!!