Ulyssa
Really Really Experienced
- Joined
- Feb 16, 2001
- Posts
- 337
They've done it to me again!
You know, if the "Onesters" aren't going to read the pieces for content or quality, then why in the hell don't they just "turn the page" and back out gracefully?
I hereby challenge everyone who has ever been "Oned" to invent a special room in hell for onesters--Granted that actually says more about we writers than about the anonymous cowards out there who vote to match their IQ's, but it would sure make me feel better to know that anyone who lays a One on a piece of my work will spend an eternity:
The television up in the corner of the room of Hell will be forever tuned to The Game Show Channel.
The Onester will have to sell alcohol to a huge line of college frat boys and sorority girls (Not PC, I know, but I shall never dignify these Greek ditz's with the honored title of men and women)---All of whom have blatantly fake ID's. And for any of you onesies who think there is some kind of glory in selling liquor to underage morons, think again. I have placed two undercover police officer demons in the store just waiting to take YOU in for breaking the selling law. (The kids get a slap on the wrist. It's always the seller who is handcuffed, lead off in a prowl car, and spends the night in jail.) And you can NEVER be fired for all eternity!
Maybe this will help me get over my frustration about it onesters for a few minutes--I won't really help but at least I can dream.
Please share your hells for these literary assholes with me!
You know, if the "Onesters" aren't going to read the pieces for content or quality, then why in the hell don't they just "turn the page" and back out gracefully?
I hereby challenge everyone who has ever been "Oned" to invent a special room in hell for onesters--Granted that actually says more about we writers than about the anonymous cowards out there who vote to match their IQ's, but it would sure make me feel better to know that anyone who lays a One on a piece of my work will spend an eternity:
The television up in the corner of the room of Hell will be forever tuned to The Game Show Channel.
The Onester will have to sell alcohol to a huge line of college frat boys and sorority girls (Not PC, I know, but I shall never dignify these Greek ditz's with the honored title of men and women)---All of whom have blatantly fake ID's. And for any of you onesies who think there is some kind of glory in selling liquor to underage morons, think again. I have placed two undercover police officer demons in the store just waiting to take YOU in for breaking the selling law. (The kids get a slap on the wrist. It's always the seller who is handcuffed, lead off in a prowl car, and spends the night in jail.) And you can NEVER be fired for all eternity!
Maybe this will help me get over my frustration about it onesters for a few minutes--I won't really help but at least I can dream.
Please share your hells for these literary assholes with me!