Salty's New Voice of the Massless

[A Duck]

hey somebody that can do this salty should only be allowed to post on dmax's board from now on

Que?

[Ahriman]

Some time ago ESH gave you your own board and Salty was banned from anywhere but here I think so I suggested he be restricted to posting on your board for the lulz.

[Ƨɒlƚy]

I did find it rather amusing when they **** up the member groups at that time.

[A Duck]

IIRC there have been a few boards dedicated to me. None of which positive. >_>

[Ƨɒlƚy]

So yeah now that I have a job I should probably be using this to **** about it or something.

Maybe.

Honestly, the only real info that I can give you guys is that I'm currently working as sort of a fledgling webmaster (with options to learn and gain the ability to do a lot of other stuff, such as getting a dealer's liscense) to a small, internet-based used car dealership.

It's kinda surreal.

[Ƨɒlƚy]

So yeah now I can only **** about how I lost my job.

Yeahhhhhhhh...

****.

[Ƨɒlƚy]

Aaaaaaand I just got offered the job back because (as I can infer from the situation at where I was working) they weren't able to find anybody else to do it.

Jesus **** my life is insane

[Ƨɒlƚy]

Aaaaand I can now say with all confidence that I hate my boss with a burning passion.

Congratulations, world. You've made me like all of these other fuckwads.

[Ƨɒlƚy]

So I quit. The pay was just not worth the everything else, especially considering how much of it I wasn't getting.

[A Duck]

welcome to the real world?

[Ƨɒlƚy]

So I've been playing Custom Robo: Battle Revolution for the GC. Good game. Forgot how much fun it was, and how funny the characters were. Fuckin' Harry.

[Ƨɒlƚy]

I never fail to be struck by how absolutely **** up everything from the mind of Go Nagai is. It's like he was a high point for sheer horror and disturbing stuff in manga, and every other mangaka since then (except Miura, of course) has just been trying to reach it.

[Ƨɒlƚy]

And now I've realized anything even remotely related to Go Nagai inevitably ends up inhumanly strange.

[Ƨɒlƚy]

And now, the Medieval Who, with...

MEDIEVAL SHADES!

VERILYYYYYYYYYYYYY

Whom art thou?
Who whom, Who whom?
Whom art thou?
Who whom, Who whom?
Whom art thou?
Who whom, Who whom?
Whom art thou?
Who whom, Who whom?

Woke I in a portal lowly
An armsman knew my face
Said he, "You can go sleep at home tonight
If you can get up and walk away"

I staggered back to the underground
And the breeze blew back my hair
I remember brawling around the town
And preachin' from my chair

chorus:
Well, whom art thou?
I am most desirous of this knowledge
Tell me, whom art thou?
For I am much desirous of this knowledge

Rode I my steed back out of town
Back to my local inn
I felt a little like a dying clown
With a streak of Rin Tin Tin

I scratched low and I farted
And looked back on my busy day
Eleven hours in a tin can
Good Lord let there be another way

Whom art thou?
Ooh wa ooh wa ooh wa ooh wa ...

Whom art thou?
Who whom, Who whom?
Whom art thou?
Who whom, Who whom?
Whom art thou?
Who whom, Who whom?
Whom art thou?
Who whom, Who whom?

(chorus)

Once ground knew your touch
Wherein love rains from the trees
Mine heart be as a broken cup
I fell down on my knees

I am ejected from the bowels of the earth
Yet still recieve your kiss
How can I match the measure of a man
After such a love as this?

(chorus)