Then I realized no one and their mother remembers or gives two tugs of a J. Edgar Hoover's prick who I am and I cried over at /B/. After about a hour I realized all the /b/tards were tossing off with my Energy-X in-fused tears. Jokes on them though, those tears were from my lower head.
Now I am typing this blog post in hopes that someone other than my mum and her girlfriend read this and that I can get this lethargic horse up and running again. If I don't he'll be made into fucking glue and served in Cambodian restaurants State-side.
So what do you say non-existent Freedom Force Resources fans? Will you accept the mysteriously curious Spectre Lad back into your pitiful world of content-haves and content-make-nots? On the subject of Freedom Force content, will one of you talented yet non-elitist content makers fire up your stolen copy of Photoshop and make me a bloody avatar? Frankly, I'm tired of swagger jacking Tombstone and I want my own underwear pervert. So what do you say? Any takers?
Your lovable pal,
Spectre Lad
PS: You fanny packs better not start no shit or this place will recede back into fucking 4-chan. Do I make my self clear?