Originally Posted by
isladar
It has come to my august attention even though it is January that this illustrious institution, this bastion of ne’erdowells and jerks, this place of discourse and dissention, has called upon you, the aforementioned jerks, &c., to partake in your patriotic duty and divest your pocketbooks of currency that left to your own devices would go towards things better left unmentioned. As my attention has been thusly engaged, you may now expect that your very own Auntie, that is to say, myself, beloved and adored by all, shall craft together words with other words to spur you on to further pocketbookery.
This humble Gartr, azure-hued, has striven, with blood, sweat, and flavour-text, to entertain: to script up magic chatrooms wherein one might accuse another of being possessed of smallish reproductive organs in real time; to capriciously ban those members whose sudden absence is more hilarious than their fumbling and often frothing presence; to corral these usual suspects into a pen where their thrashings might be excluded from polite society; to, thanks to the dedicated and thankless efforts of those producing our very own Wiki, which, you will no doubt have noticed, I have just thanked, make a thing that people will link to when yet again someone ignores all the brilliantly-titled stickies that have been stuck for your edification and personal joy; to create Buckets wherein one may place amusing images of diseased body parts; to present fucks over ducks; and indeed, to join together so many clauses within a single sentence that the painful massacre of style is soothed by the amusement given, at least one so hopes.
To those generous souls who have tithed already: thank you. It is your pennies that Ragns will roll about in, whispering to the servers in some half-English, half-Quebecois patois of obsession and love, cradling, indeed, the very casings that house all the ridiculous nonsense we have crafted over all these years, and which, because of your donations, we will continue to do. And yet, brave dumplings, we can always do more: with every donation, we insure that our particular corner of this wide and woolly internet remains secure, that our archived inanity remains available to laugh over, and our embarrassing moments stay for posterity even unto the next generation. Indeed, your donations ensure that Camden Parker Duff will know that the entire internet thinks his father is retarded. It should not need to be said, but I will say it nonetheless: think of the children.
Your Auntie exhorts you: donate, lest someone else besides me be forced to take up keyboard and use more semi-colons than anyone has a right to!
Love,
Auntie Isladar
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