Emerson40
An evening spent dancing
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- Aug 27, 2012
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We would like to offer an apology to the pisters on the GB.
It appears hashtag has once more launched a histrionic pist-blitz of self-importance and desperate attention seeking, possibly triggered by some recent pists or threads by Emerson.
Even medical science is unable to pinpoint just what it is that causes the poor, ailing shut-in to veer off the rails.
Theories abound, ranging from some heinous incident- an assault, banishment, or even the wintry sting of a broken heart - occurring earlier in hashtag’s life, mental challenges and brain chemistry issues brought about due to untreated Sparganosis, to the dude’s mind becoming pretzeled from inhaling the jenkem-like fumes wafting from the accumulated piles of filth, that have mushroomed steadily since his self-imposed exile.
There are as many theories as there are hastag pists.
For whatever small role we may have played in hashy’s latest unravelling, we are truly sorry.
Regardless, all probably agree, the brash nutter clearly needs professional help.
We have reached out and neither Rainshine or Warrior Queen (citizens in the fair country that Lit’s principal, unstable immigrant calls home) are willing or skilled enough to launch an intervention. Of course the responsibility for this does not lay at their feet, and really, who could blame them. When one thinks on the potential risk of harm to themselves, or even hashy self-harming, when the router in the hovel is first disconnected… We don’t think anyone would want the grisly outcome of this weighing on their soul for the rest of their days.
We have sought some recommendations from some professionals, familiar with hashy’s wretched condition, and they suggest all just ignore the sad, wee convalescent. These folks think that a solid period of kind ostracism will get hashy to, in the vernacular of the head docs, ‘pipe the fuck down’.
Once more, we apologize for whatever was pisted, that poked and woke Lit’s most dramatic llama llama.
Magnanimously yours,
Emerson and Mrs. Em
*PS - Please don't quote this pist, as the issues plaguing hashy's fake iggy may have been resolved and, stating the glaringly obvious here, nobody wants another thread flooded by the hashtag.
It appears hashtag has once more launched a histrionic pist-blitz of self-importance and desperate attention seeking, possibly triggered by some recent pists or threads by Emerson.
Even medical science is unable to pinpoint just what it is that causes the poor, ailing shut-in to veer off the rails.
Theories abound, ranging from some heinous incident- an assault, banishment, or even the wintry sting of a broken heart - occurring earlier in hashtag’s life, mental challenges and brain chemistry issues brought about due to untreated Sparganosis, to the dude’s mind becoming pretzeled from inhaling the jenkem-like fumes wafting from the accumulated piles of filth, that have mushroomed steadily since his self-imposed exile.
There are as many theories as there are hastag pists.
For whatever small role we may have played in hashy’s latest unravelling, we are truly sorry.
Regardless, all probably agree, the brash nutter clearly needs professional help.
We have reached out and neither Rainshine or Warrior Queen (citizens in the fair country that Lit’s principal, unstable immigrant calls home) are willing or skilled enough to launch an intervention. Of course the responsibility for this does not lay at their feet, and really, who could blame them. When one thinks on the potential risk of harm to themselves, or even hashy self-harming, when the router in the hovel is first disconnected… We don’t think anyone would want the grisly outcome of this weighing on their soul for the rest of their days.
We have sought some recommendations from some professionals, familiar with hashy’s wretched condition, and they suggest all just ignore the sad, wee convalescent. These folks think that a solid period of kind ostracism will get hashy to, in the vernacular of the head docs, ‘pipe the fuck down’.
Once more, we apologize for whatever was pisted, that poked and woke Lit’s most dramatic llama llama.
Magnanimously yours,
Emerson and Mrs. Em
*PS - Please don't quote this pist, as the issues plaguing hashy's fake iggy may have been resolved and, stating the glaringly obvious here, nobody wants another thread flooded by the hashtag.
