The Doctor's Resolutions
Happy New Year, crickets and trolls! Welcome to the first Clinic posting of 2008. I sure hope everyone had a good time last night. Don't worry, the hangover will wear off eventually. And Boner, I have no idea how that goat ended up in bed with you. It's possible you were so drunk that you thought it was your mom.
Now is the time of year when well-meaning people take a look at their lives and seek to make a positive change. In the spirit of self-improvement, I offer the following resolutions:
I resolve to give TheSniperZERO even more blogs to troll.
Responding to his ridiculous bullshit is my favorite pastime, after all.
I resolve to stop stalking Wayne Newton.
This one's going to be tough to stick to.
I resolve to taunt Boner more.
Why not start now? Hey Boner, you suck! Fuck you and the horse you rode in on. I hope you lurk around this blog every day for the rest of your miserable life. Or at least as long as you have a job, since you're obviously too poor to afford a home computer. How sad for you. Even families on welfare can afford an Internet connection these days.
I resolve to start paying Boner's mom $2.50 for a blowjob.
That's more than a 200% raise for her. Maybe Boner will finally be able to afford that connection to the Internet.
I resolve to sneak more hidden messages into my blog.
It's fun! FUCK YOU.
That's all for today, gentle reader. Best wishes to you and yours in the new year. Thanks to everyone who has helped to make this blog great, especially that abrasive prick TSZ. What can I say about someone who accuses me of being an attention whore after posting his ten millionth trolling comment on my blog? I could say he's stupid as hell, with a tiny brain and even tinier dick, no nutsack and severe dementia. But then I'd be stating the obvious.
Stay tuned for another year of torment from the Doctor!
Tuesday, January 1, 2008
Brave New Year: 2008
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3 comments:
It's good to know I can still get a response out of Boner. He got in to work today, and just had to write me a poem. How predictable.
Boner said...
What he said isn't important. It's how he said it. If you line up the first letter of each line, you'll find a coded message, from Boner to ME!
First post of the new year
Usually has nothing worthwhile and
Could not be more boring.
Killing time until there's something
You find to write about.
Only a retard would read this
Until a few days have passed.
Poorly written poetic rantings
Are no way to get revenge.
They just make you look stupid.
However, that's not to say
Every one of your poems is crap.
This one kind of made me smile.
Its hidden meaning proves I struck a nerve.
Computers aren't even expensive. LMAO
that looks like too much work.
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