The Shit I Do For Beer

To quote Jason (who was, in turn, quoting THE FUTURE):

I made this for this.

He said he’d buy me a beer if I posted this. Don’t let him feel like he won. Tell him to buy me a whole pitcher.

PS: Jason always complains about the stuff that shows up when he gets Googled. Jason [CENSORED]. Jason [CENSORED]. Jason [CENSORED]. Take that.

I’d like to point out that this is Kai’s first and only post on Doombot and somehow, it manages to sum him up in entirety.

I made you and I can destroy you, insolent worm! Or rather, I changed your password for you so that you could post something, but I’ll be damned if I let you plaster my last name around this post. This blog is my safe haven, where I can talk about things (like touching Dan’s bottom while he’s asleep) without fear of potential employers finding out about it on the first page of google results.

You have earned your beer, though. If you’re lucky, I might even throw in a stick of deodorant for a snack.

Well, I’ll be damned if I’m not going to screw up someone’s search engine queries. Jason and the Argonauts. Jason and the Argonauts. Jason and the Argonauts. Take that, kid doing school report / mythology geek!