http://scornedacorns.blogspot.com/
Some blogs are far too highly overrated. This is an example of a blog written by three young men (aged 4- 22, based on my approximation) who all, without doubt, look exactly like Vince.
I will not buy Shamwow. I will not buy Scorned Acorns.
-Acorned.
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Wednesday, March 16, 2011
Scorned Acorns on Being a Scorned Acorn
Thursday, February 3, 2011
Scorned Acorns and Some Balding Guy
Alright this is the essence of why this blog had to be made. People like this guy need to receive their comeuppance as pronto as possible. In this case pronto being finding a picture of themselves on the internet hidden within the confines of a blog disguised as a squirrel lover's habitat control group readings website.
At first glimpse I cannot help but notice an uncanny resemblance to this house elf from harry potter1 but seriously, if Kreature and Hoggle happened to have a kid, this is what he would turn out like.
Dreams of hitchhiking his way up to Alaska to be an even bigger mooch on the surrounding climate there, or 'living off the land' as dicks as big as he would refer to it as, fill up most of -we'll call him- Sylvester Stallone's mind. The remainder of what limited brain power is left is filled with fairies and unicorns, Stallone fancies himself some sort of -shiver- poet. You practically have to spit the word out. 21st Century poetry basically falls into the same category as the mime and electrical engineer. He takes pride in his odes and bardic vocal chords as he sings such lyrics as:
Jake The Snake
(jake the snake)
Totally A Snake
(totes a snake)
Wait He's A Dog
He Has
Legs.
Yes.
That is the whole song.
Poetic no?
This is the kind of guy who wears his facial hair longer than the hair atop his head to hide the fact that he is prematurely balding, and explains it as a purposed-look. Yeah, sure, Its clear that you really spend a lot of time making that 'look' work in the morning, I'm sure it involves something like:
- Roll out of bed naked
- Think about where he has to go that day, be it the shopping mall, work, school, or wedding
- Pull pajama pants out of laundry basket and put them on
- Take black band shirt off floor
- Apply deodorant to inside of shirt's armpits
- Put on shirt
- Go out in public claiming you are 'comfortable'
one word for Sylvester Stallone:
Ugh.
Scorned Acorns: Look! Is that a Drunk Teenager? Damn, nope.
So, there is the aforementioned "turd". Such a turd.
I can't tell what pisses me off more, this turd, or him having me saying turd every 3 or 4 sentences now. Conceited fuck even has his name on his wall right above him. And look whats next to that. The mango in a top hat. I suppose there are a few redeeming qualities in the photo (i.e. shirt, lava lamp, studded belt from a former life..)but that can really only get a man so far. Now he's behind me, stroking his chin, staring intently at his laptop, giving off the idea he has something worthwhile to do. What I'm really not feeling right now is where I am currently situated trying to write this. Surrounded by well selected posters of wicked movies, music and the likes1(save perhaps a clumsy poster of Eugene Levy and the Olsen Twins). He just gave me a little spiel about his ineptitude. Totally shouldn't have listened.
Sidebar: I tried to find a synonym for clumsy in that last sentence (still not feeling it), and it came up with "all thumbs". Definitely need to start saying that.
1. Although, awkwardly within their midst was placed a rather creepy junior high shop wood carving of Maggie from the Simpsons with the word 'death' dripping dauntingly and red behind her. I have mixed feelings about this. Judge him accordingly.
-acorned
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