Joe, you remind me of myself when I was younger
I too used to be a troll. Yep, I admit it. I liked to barge into UFO believers’ boards and other such playschools (alternate medicine, near-death experiences, Atlantis, ESP, you name it) and play wiseguy.
I’d post stuff like this:
“Nyah, you guys really don’t effin’ gettit, do ya? Right now ‘Princess Di’ is laffing so hard he can’t shave his chest, while ‘Geo. Bush’ (call him that) is in Sub-Basement 5 at Area 51 – no, no, the REAL one, stoopid! – choreographing Bin Loathsome’s next CD. Meanwhile, Project Green Mamba’s going nowhere, but thass the IDEA, riiiight? I mean, like, 40 million Frenchmen can’t be wrong! Keep watching the skies, sheeple; that’s keeps your attention off Dreck Sheeney, ‘scuse me, Dick Cheney and his lovely ice cream clones! And who are YOU working for, my little snickersnee?”
And they ate it up like frosted donuts. They’d ask for more, and start to noodle on it themselves. It could have gone on literally for years.
But I’m not much of a troll, as it turns out. At some stage, I’d give them a slap: “Just joshing with you, folks. I wanted to see if your skulls were so numb you couldn’t feel your legs being pulled.” I didn’t make myself loved, doing that, but the real reason I quit (it’s now 933 days since I last trolled a suckers’ board) is because I got
BORED! Bee oh are ee dee, bored! Posting content-free crap gets tedioius after a while, and the emptiness of the exercise starts to echo: dull dull dull dull.
You’ll get bored too, Joe. Unless you really are as dumb as you sound.
I too used to be a troll. Yep, I admit it. I liked to barge into UFO believers’ boards and other such playschools (alternate medicine, near-death experiences, Atlantis, ESP, you name it) and play wiseguy.
I’d post stuff like this:
“Nyah, you guys really don’t effin’ gettit, do ya? Right now ‘Princess Di’ is laffing so hard he can’t shave his chest, while ‘Geo. Bush’ (call him that) is in Sub-Basement 5 at Area 51 – no, no, the REAL one, stoopid! – choreographing Bin Loathsome’s next CD. Meanwhile, Project Green Mamba’s going nowhere, but thass the IDEA, riiiight? I mean, like, 40 million Frenchmen can’t be wrong! Keep watching the skies, sheeple; that’s keeps your attention off Dreck Sheeney, ‘scuse me, Dick Cheney and his lovely ice cream clones! And who are YOU working for, my little snickersnee?”
And they ate it up like frosted donuts. They’d ask for more, and start to noodle on it themselves. It could have gone on literally for years.
But I’m not much of a troll, as it turns out. At some stage, I’d give them a slap: “Just joshing with you, folks. I wanted to see if your skulls were so numb you couldn’t feel your legs being pulled.” I didn’t make myself loved, doing that, but the real reason I quit (it’s now 933 days since I last trolled a suckers’ board) is because I got
BORED! Bee oh are ee dee, bored! Posting content-free crap gets tedioius after a while, and the emptiness of the exercise starts to echo: dull dull dull dull.
You’ll get bored too, Joe. Unless you really are as dumb as you sound.