I thought I'd pop into MySpace, copy some of the old blog over.
Bad move.
Blogs - gorn. Kaput. Fucked off. Deleted. MySpace itself - twatted over and a jumble of arse.
Not only does the home page not fit on a screen, it scrolls sideways instead of up/down... so you can't see the stuff that flows off page below.
And it's all boxes. Boxes of crap. With some "mixing desk" to play "new music from "featured artists".
What happened to MySpace? Gone is the social network, and in with the... well, modern rappitty, poppity, blippetty-boppetty bollocks that passes for "music". Lots of adverts, and encouragement to "connect" with these aforementioned Featured Artists.
It's a fecking ponced up record store flogging pap to brats pretending to be MySpace!
Ooooh, if my Lady C wasn't so enamoured of The Trousersnake, I'd go over there and give Justin a right good punch in the tits, a boot in the knackersack, and a duffing up to end all duffings up.
What was he thinking?
Oh, pop music and impressionable underage/teen x-factor brainwashed "music" fans.
$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$
Stars in The Social Network (about Facebook), buys up MySpace, and fucks it right up the arse.
What.
A.
Cock!
(As in, what a nob. As in what a prick. As in what an arse. As in what a gobshite. NOT Oh my, WHAT an impressive body part!)
GIVE ME BACK MY LOST BLOGS, YOU CUNTWEASEL!
