What the fuck am I going to do ? Literally.

Saturday, 20 May, Year 9 d.Tr. | Author: Mircea Popescu

Remember the sad days of Mircea Monroe ? Apparently they're not done yet. It gets worse.


What the fuck am I to do ? No, I don't mean literally, apparently literally I'm going to prevent the fuck from taking. I mean you know, figuratively. Actually I don't mean figuratively either, I'm very selective figuratively, they're all hourglass figured as I've no doubt you've figured out by now. But what am I going to do ?i

At least if they went with Popescuine or Popesquette or something I could hide behind all the other countless 2-nd-most-common-Romanian-name-behind-Idiotescu. But no, they had to pick the name of some ancient mass murderer to label their (meanwhile withdrawn, by the way, if you're wondering how come I'm talking about it) droneii maker.

How the fuck does a doomed subculture built around the notion that a pharmacist is someone to whom you must point out oral contraceptives don't help against venereal disease even come up with strings such as "Mircette" I wish to know ? Who's the god damned axe handle that told them ? You should be ashamed of yourself!

  1. "And who am I going to do it with?" is a subsidiary question we'd best leave undisturbed. []
  2. You understand that the reason Mircea of Old could cut annoying immigrant heads by the pail and you can not is because Mircea of Old didn't drink Mircette pissed into the drinking water by all the non-smoking borderline sleeves in sight. He drank wine.

    That's totally the one and only reason. []

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