Official Rankings

The following has been approved by the Committee for the Judgment of Most Probable Intercourse:

STYLISH CAMP
1. Hip-bo
2. Tits & Ass
3. Ledger Hair
4. Tardy Nationalist Asshole
5. Petunia
6. Style-less Tramp
7. Tony Blair
8. Generic Shithead
9. Die Tye Die

J-STAR
1. Die Tye Die
2. Tardy Nationalist Asshole
3. Tits & Ass
4. Tony Blair
5. Style-less Tramp
6. Serial Killer
7. Generic Shithead
8. Those with Breasts, and Anyone Desirous of Such

UNLISTED: Actually Has A Career, Red Lips of Deaf

Hear Ye, Revelators

Dearest Die Tye Die,

I am profoundly sorry you had to deal with the cockroach lady in such a manner. She is indeed insidious. In fact just this afternoon Generic Shithead and I met her avatar at the Ruv', and it was then and there she attempted to cast us asunder. Of course, GS and I tried to be friendly, as all decent human beings would be toward the wanna-be bloggers of the world...but little did we realise that this was her way in. Friendliness is the agent of Satan. She attempted to convince us that you were not committed to RLLS, that you might betray the cause, that for you it was but a passing phase. Your most recent posting of course nullifies such an idiotic charge, but it was not necessary - for the Revelators never lose faith. And, now that we are aware of her dark motives and darker means, we can only be more resolute in our campaign against the taint of Petunia.

Curse on SMS! Curse on leprosy! And double curse and endless shame on those who would seek to tear us apart! For we are the Revelators!

Your Dedicated Anti-Wannabe-Blogger Warrior,

Style-less Tramp

Revelations of a life lived in (a) coordinated inability to write a single word.

I don't think it can be ignored. I don't think it can or should be ignored. It must be acknowledged.

Yes, it must be acknowledged that their is a rival to The Rival Blog of RLLS and it must be acknowledged.

.... And yet, why on earth would we not acknowledge a rival blog considering said rivals' puny pathetic insignificance! It does show, however, that already in the short time that the forefather (SLT) of our cause began this momentous and most sacred of blogs, and I, (GS) became its first disciple, already, we must battle against jealously and potential slander (which frankly could constitute as bullying)

This is until of course you let your eyes peruse the existing rival... and then your sides hurt from the monumental sidesplitting laughter that courses through your body as the so-called-rival has not even managed a sentence. Hasn't written a. Single. Word. A whole day on. Whilst this blog approaches double figures after just three days (which is paramount to a child taking it's first steps after a mere month of life) not even a single solitary letter adorns their page. They couldn't even muster the intelligence or wit to come up with their own title - instead having to rip off ours in a virtual cut and paste exercise (you will be hearing from our lawyers)

So it is with this that i encourage the disciples and wide readership of this blog to, please, go and look at the rival Rival Blog. Look and join in with my hysterical laughter till your shirt is wet with your own tears. Cackle at what is less a rival and more an afterthought.

Generic Shithead

(All the above was true as of 16.44 pm 27th Feb 2009, looking at a PC screen in the Ruv')

At the Ruv'

So, we're down at the Ruv' yo, and we're sittin' next to Petunia and she says that swearing is rude! Fuck the donkeys! Swearing and cursing and cussing and shitfucking is a legitimate form of communicado! Says I! Now Petunia says it's generally a form for those with "low levels of communications skills" but then I challenged her to a duel of words and I said you can "fuck right off" and she did. Then she came back with a snarky comment: "you're a style-less tramp" and then she called my co-blogger a "generic shithead" and so from here on out let the world know that Petunia has a new blog to reckon with: unpretentious, uncowardly, in-yer-face (non-whatever), fuck-this-shit-up-in-da-house-of-cards, bombing-poor-places, super-duper-blog! It's called Revelations of a Life Lived in Syntax - why syntax? Cause that's a complex word, fucker! And yes, we do take this seriously. Very seriously, Petunia. So go fuck yourself and if you ever want to use my toilet again you can god damn well ask nicely. And don't complain when the wet toilet paper falls on your disgusting little head.

PS: Naed needs to wash himself; and watch himself too, because if he ever threatens the Generic Shithead again he'll have this Style-less Tramp riding his ass to the gates of Hades wherein he will learn of his worthlessness and discover fierce self-loathing having such a stupid name.