well, what do you think of the incredibly tasteful christmas makeover? “bilge - sook my stupid brain!” is proud to tackily transform itself into the blogging equivalent of your local grotty council house, festooned with tastless chrimbo tat for the next week or so. the fizzing and crackling sound you may hear is probably coming from the wall socket into which i’ve plugged a couple of three-way adaptors and numerous sparking and smoke-belching plugs of dubious third world construction. one drop of water, or a momentary power surge and this whole fucking blog will go up like a fire cracker [probably taking the rest of the internet with it].
still, it wouldn’t be christmas, without a poignant and needless tragedy injecting a dischordant note of guilt into your festive revelries, would it?
so, why not assuage that guilt before it strikes by making a donation to “bilge - sook my stupid brain!“. simply click on the “donate” button on the left and our advanced filch-o-matic® software will instantly clear out your bank account and have you seeing in the new year from the urine drenched splendour of your very own cardboard box, under a flyover somewhere.
so far this year, those legions of adoring fans known as my loyal readership have donated the princely sum of “fuck all”. now, it may be arrogant of me to say so, but i feel this undervalues the contribution “bilge - sook my stupid brain!” has made to the literary world, by a sum of up to three pence. so remember folks - christmas is a time for giving and every day that passes without you donating to “bilge - sook my stupid brain!” means you’re effectively twatting the little baby jesus full in his cherubic face with a length of two-by-four.
and on his fuckin’ birthday and all - you bastards!
