Another Entrepoot post

This morning I logged on to Entrefart using my insignificant penis to drop gonorrhea on the ghost dribblers that have turned another waste of time into a waste of energy that can no longer be transformed into energy for either good or evil.

I went to the dashboard and checked the Sponsor Ads view to discover that the bimbos and bozos in charge of this blithering bastion of social media no longer allows members the option to reject non-paid ads from the scumbags and scumbagettes running the place. I sent a message to the massa asking whether I was going to a get a cut of the paid ads I was no longer allowed to stick the meat puppet in and spooge because the socialist media operation was continuing to run their fucking ads as well and I got the information I needed.

I'll be leaving EC soon because the place is run like a flea market for the morally challenged. I've discovered a couple of decent blogs during my off again on again relation with this shit hole, and I expect I will continue to visit some of them at least once a week.

For now, I need to rehabilitate my leg and retox my liver and find a job that them illegal aliens ain't gonna take from my and my South Park buddies, and I don't have time to drop cards to keep the EC scumbucket owners living in the manner to which they have become accustomed.  

I will stop accepting ads tonight and use the remaining EC to buy ads throughout the system, particularly among supporters of al Qaeda, Hamas, the Taliban, and Walt Disney Productions.

Good luck and good night.

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