Confused? Too fucking right.
So what the fuck's been going on?
After some genius fucking posting, I started to feel under pressure to carry on with the high standard of bile I'd created. Then I started to resent the fucking thing. I also realised that I spent far too much of my fucking time visiting, reading, commenting and writing blogs, to the detriment of my real life.
So I thought I'd kill off El Barbudo and get my fucking life back. I'd go out with a bang - big Blunt Cogs story line - and then that would be it.
As Easter arrived I couldn't resist taking a swipe at the fucking Christians and so posted another BC script. I also found I'd got nominated, and won, blog of the week from A Mischief of Magpies.
I got nostalgic.
So I thought I could do the odd post here and there.
But I was attacked on several sides for being an attention seeker - AS IF ANY OF YOU FUCKING CUNTS WHO WRITE A BLOG FOR THE WORLD TO SEE ISN'T A FUCKING ATTENTION SEEKER.
So I thought Fuckit. I should have just stayed dead when I was killed off and I deleted the fucking blog.
Suddenly El Barbudo was back as a puppet for some other cunt to play with and I had no fucking control over what was done with him.
Serves me right for being a stupid cunt.
But then Monstee and Binty created El Barbustee and El Barbintyo, who were works of fucking genius, and I thought there was maybe a role as the Ghost of El Barbudo.
Out of nowhere I was suddenly given the keys back to El Barbudo by the kindest, sweetest, most caring, most understanding, prettiest, scariest bitch in the Blunt Cogs circle who had acquired them.
So I'm back.
I'm only going to post when I have something worth posting. If I go for 6 months without posting then so be fucking it. But no other fucker is going to steal my fucking blog site again.
I kept a copy of my favourite entries so have posted them back up for anyone who's interested.
Now fuck off the lot of you.