Voltaire? Volare!

It is apparent that someone has pointed out this fabulous blog to the vile and execrable Kookie Shitlips. Of course, Kookie is “disturbed“, so it is in her nature to point out a couple of posts we have made concerning her. She typed in the urls of two posts (her catfish experience with the mysterious Tripcode and a post concerning her usage of RevolverMaps) into the scrolling chat description window above the chat area. One aspect of her scrolling message does puzzle me mightily. Who the fuck is Voltaire?



Now I am going to go well out on a limb here and make an assumption. I am ASSUMING that Cookie is not referring to the historical personage known as “Voltaire” (real name: Fran├žois-Marie Arouet), but is instead referring to some chat room wag who uses Voltaire as a user ID. This is not a safe assumption on my part. Given this antediluvian harridan’s grandiose delusions, she may actually believe that Voltaire is alive, well, and writing about her.

In any event, “Voltaire” is not a name that myself or Cocoa has ever used on any social broadcasting site. PremiumHogwash is now and has always been authored by myself and the esteemed Cocoa Black, and neither of us are fans of the cheese eating surrender monkeys. Any attempt by Kookie to credit this blog to Voltaire is purely the result of an Elavil induced psychosis.


Woe is me. Everyone hates me.

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  1. HandsomeMork

    And so the mystery of “Voltaire” is solved, due to some fortuitously timed lurking on the Ivlog.

    Reader’s Digest version: The Kookstress perceived the quality of our prose to be on par with Voltaire, and labeled us accordingly.

    Now, some clarifications are in order, as Cookie has decided that Candy Rayne, the semi-literate star of soft-core pr0n films, is the author of PremiumHogwash.

    We are NOT: Candy Rayne, Oxygene, any French person (living or dead), Adam Payne, Thomas Paine, or John Wayne.

    We ARE: Cocoa Black and HandsomeMork.

    Accept no substitutes.

  2. HandsomeMork

    The humor never ends.

    Having discovered that her gal pal, Miss C. Rayne isn’t the author of this blog, she has now decided that the writers here are demented, not fit to be 5th graders, brain damaged, etc., etc.

    On the other hand, she decided to link to us on her Twitter page… because WE are the idiots.


    edit: I sent the omniscient Shitlips to the dictionary to look up “execrable”. I guess they don’t teach English in the New York City school system.

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