BORED? TRY LIVING IT UP A BIT!
martinhiggins.com is a leisure activity of Halliburton. There, are you happy now? Go tell all your swampgas, moonbat conspiracy acquaintwnces that you know the real story behind the site. Hell, stage a rally. Carry signs and do that moronic "Hey-hey, Ho-ho, martinhiggns.com has got to go!" horsecrap.
Forty goddamned years of stanky, rag-assed numbskulls protesting in the streets and you'd think those shmucks could think up a couple new chants?
I will read your emails, correct your spelling, comment on your inept use of grammar and that damned predilection to used tired clichés. (e.g., "I think I just threw up in my mouth a little!")
Maybe... MAYBE I'll post your 2 cents worth. (probably an over estimation of worth at this point.) if it's funny, makes a brilliant point or is so laughably illiterate we can't help turning it into a piece of postable mockery.
If you enter one of my contests and win a prize, you'll receive it with a week or two unless you start pestering me, then you'll be shit out-of-luck. This isn't FedEx, Friend.
If you are an Inflato-American and you want to rag my ass about your YOUR fat ass and how it's your right/pride/genetic disorder/only fault/post-partum tummy/thyroid acting up - save it for someone who cares - call Rosie O' or Oprah. They're both in the phone book between Obese Auto Detailing and Overweight Porta-San Service.
martinhiggins.com is an Equal Opportunity employer. We have as many women as men working here and will definitely hire some Samoans and Fan Dancers as soon as our lawyer says we have to.
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