I’m having an argument with myself. As is usually the case in such situations, I’m winning and losing at the same time.
"I’m bored with these links."
"Well, just delete them all. Start over."
"Some of these people link me! I can’t just delete their links."
"Why not? What makes you think the links on your site back to theirs mean anything to them? Your daily traffic total hasn’t exceeded the day’s temperature in months."
"That’s beside the point. The links are a show of solidarity."
"Who do you think you are? Lech Walesa?"
"No, I just mean that these people link me and by doing so, show that I am an ally."
"Allies don’t call each other names. When’s the last time Tony Blair called George Bush cockknocker?"
"I just can’t delete them. Each one is valuable. Like the virtual equivalent of a hundred dollar bill."
"You just erased two today. Didn’t bat an eyelash!"
"Neither of those two bloggers has visited this site for months. I doubt they’ll even notice they’ve been banished."
"NONE OF THESE PEOPLE WOULD! That’s my point."
"Well, I won’t do it. Not until they piss me off or something."
"Given your recent ability to piss people off, that shouldn’t take long."
"True. You’re onto something there…"
"Yeah, sure… piss them off and they’ll delink you… Reminds me a lot of a couple of recent relationships you’ve had. Remind me to nominate you for passive-aggressive of the month."
"Fuck you, you heinous troll."
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now i’m wondering whether or not i should preemptively de-link you… ’cause i’ll be pissed if you imply i’m boring by delinking me… not that that would matter to someone like yourself but
HAHHAHA! I won’t delink you Jennifer Cookie! Your content is way too random to risk missing out on something spectacular by skipping a day or two…
Allies call each others cock-knocker secure in the knowledge that, when push comes to shove, they’ll pony up together and invade Saudia Arabia..or something like that.
U delink me and Ill stalk you, weep copiously into my pillow and sell all my stock in that pygmy trading company.
Well, ok… but only because I know you have millions of frequent flyer miles and could pop over and manhandle me (and not in a good way either).
I hope this isn’t a segue to “manhandling” stories from jail
I learned a lot in jail, but how to manhandle wasn’t among my lessons. Spotting manhandling is about as far as my education went.
I haven’t been that interesting in a while (or ever?), I’d understand.
Hey, if you delink this bitch, well, well..why i’d…aw fuck, what the fuck can I do?
CRY! not that it matters to you, ya henious troll!
Thanks for keepin me around, but no offense if I end up on the editing room floor yo.
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