Mung

What the hell is going on?

I sit here, writing these little prose-based thinklings for my readership of 3 people (myself included), and Sir Dhahii goes on Facebook and Twitter and writes this kind of thing:

Homunculus seems to be truly back in action. And almost is positive about something: Charlie Brooker. What next? Backrubs for Chris Morris?

Or ...

Yeah. The Homunculus is back. We're still not sure that's a good thing ...

Or ...

Gurgles from the Pool of Embellished Cyber-nuns suggest that the Homunculus may be back from his travels.

WHAT THE HELL!?

Just because he's the webmaster here and occasional "backing lyricist" for Mungolian Jet Set, he thinks he can write this piffle.

And my activities in the Pool of Embellished Cyber-nuns are none of anybody's business.

So, Sir Dhahii, here it is:

You can take your remarks, your RAWK inclinations and you proto-gothoid Hammer Horror fanship and safely lodge it in the depths of a dromedary's arse. Because the next time you "advertize" me in such a fashion, your balls will end up in the olives in one of those Greek Tapas bars you like so much.

Fuckshite.