08 February 2006

The End

    I regret to inform you that 27AnonymousInches is dead.

    27AnonymousInches, whose real name was William Barkvofitz Jr, grew up in the suburbs of Canton, Michigan as an only child of hair dresser Clarice Barkvofitz and drain snatcher William Barkvofitz Sr.

    An unremarkable child, Bill grew to be an unremarkable man. He rented a room in a friend's trailer home and worked diligently, though resentfully, as the Assistant Night Manager's Helper at Cabeza Del Taco.

    Approximately six months ago Bill, stepping out of the shower where the stench of refried beans had just begun draining from the tub and his memory, noticed a change had come over him. Looking in the mirror at his pudgy, naked self, he saw that his penis had become longer by at least two inches.
Over the next few days his penis continued to grow, and while it didn't seem to be working properly anymore, Bill considered himself personally blessed by God.

    Dedicating himself to self aggrandizing autopromotion of his now massive genital, he donned the mantle of "27 Anonymous Inches" and began his campaign of petty and incompetent harassment.

    You see, Will Jr had spent so much time being looked down at and dismissed by others that the moment he perceived that he had gained some element of superiority over his fellow man it went straight to his head.

    With such phenomenal hubris and bravado it was inevitable that he would eventually receive his well-deserved comeuppance. So it came as a surprise to no one except for Bill himself when he dropped dead this afternoon.

    Preliminary autopsy shows that the monstrous dick he was so proud of was actually a massive erectile tissue tumor which had rapidly spread through his blood to his brain and brought the mighty meat-packing man down.

    Condolences, of which there are scant few to be found, may be sent here.
27anonymousinches said...
What a coincidence! I have need of Astrological counseling!

While I was born under the sign of Aquarius, I suspect that the dogstar was in ascendancy and my plight was complicated by the position of uranus.

This resulted in some interesting lifestyle choices for me and led to my current position in life, almost full owner of a small eBay cigarette selling operation (called "We Really Don't Sell Smokes, So Don't Ask Us Or Send Us 19.95 A Carton To This P.O. Box in Newark With Your Return Address Specified In A Note Also Enclosed Thank You For NOT Buying Smokes From Us, Which We Don't Sell Anyway")

So, when I'm making the big decision to engage someone in assigning deep significance and meaning to the relative position of stars and planets in respect to me and my endeavors, how do I guage the quality of the charlatan in question?

06 February 2006

27AnonymousInches said...
You have some of your history wrong. Not surprising, considering the miniscule size of the Gorilla beringei cranium. Especially not surprising when one considers their cranial thickness. Stop me if I'm going too fast, OTHER FELLOW.

Timothy Leary was an aviation scientist who was responsible for some of the U.S. "X" plane projects during the formative pre-moonshot American air culture. This was before the founding of the aerial city of "Lofticretia" where most of the NASA engineers summer and house their precious super-children.

As such, he designed craft that were intended to achieve greater and greater heights while still maintaining a normally aspirated engine configuration.

Scram, ram, nautilus and pogo engines owe their existance to him.

He flew each and every test flight for his planes. Ultimately, no one got higher than Timothy Leary. He was high all the time.

His untimely death, due to abrupt and catastrophic decompression when his canopy ruptured unexpectedly (well, if it were expected, would the fellow be flying at all?) caused his brains to bleed out of his nose and ears. In truth, he had indeed expanded his mind.

Anyway, its obvious to me that you simply got a couple of facts and made the rest up. Drugs! Hah! Fat lot you big hairy types know.

I wear my own genetic injector as a belt, and this grants me the intellectual authority you only wish you had.
Go look at this.
Unacceptable!
Damn them Islamic kibbe eating bastards! Coffee swilling, girl hiding, goat raping, rug humping filthy miscreants!

How dare they insult our culture! Mickey Mouse is core to our personal belief structure. It is intrinsically central to the way we interact with the transcendant, and Mickey is the only vessel we Americans recognize for divine revelation.

By depicting the holy Mouse in such a way they deny our validity as human beings and, ultimately refute the value of our exaggerated secondary masculine characteristics. That's not just huge man-flesh like mine, OTHER GUY, that counts big beards like yours! I mean, I know you ain't in America, but you understand.

I'm going to go sharpen the bumper on my 1984 Ford Escort, stock up on some fine Mazatlan Tequila and go cruising the Arab neighborhoods looking for... well, for ANYONE, really.

Up periscope, baby! Mickey Mouse must be exalted!
27AnonymousInches said...
What a fool you are, OTHER GUY! The reason that women get involved in prostitution is simply because they exist in a universe dominated by males!
That's right, males. Like myself, for instance.
The women of my local street walking assortment, when they get done clamboring over eachother to take a heavily discounted price for servicing my lorry sized penis, tell me that they were forced into their profession by poverty and circumstance. I try to console them by inserting my maglev train into their transit tunnels, but it can only help to reduce their sobbing by a bit. Or increase it. Hard to tell, really.
Apes are natures prison buddies, so I wouldn't expect you to understand a topic so alien to your intrinsically girly point of view. As a large womanly vegetarian resembling not so much as a middle-aged scandinavian bar-maid with a heavy fur coat, it would be natural for you to make this mistake.
That's ok, we forgive you.
Sunday, February 05, 2006

A NICE LADY said...
That should be 0.27anonymousinches. Tarts charge him extra because they need a magnifying glass to find his nob.
Sunday, February 05, 2006

THE OTHER FELLOW said...
Damn, she's good!
Sunday, February 05, 2006

ANOTHER BLOKE said...
Thats whats known as;

"Taking the talk" off someone.

Well said Buxom Beth.
Monday, February 06, 2006

27AnonymousInches said...
NICE LADY:If you take a photograph of my primary attribute, scan it into your computer, open it in an image editor, scale it down to a much lower resolution, print it out on some paper (high gloss or not, your choice) and then look at it from across the room, then...
Yes. You are right. .027inches!

I've conducted this experiment just to see what I'd look like if I were a Gorilla. It was quite humbling.

05 February 2006

27anonymousinches said...
Amusing, though I am not so anonymous anymore. The light of truth has shined upon me and revealed me in my darkened room, huddling with my massive and flaccid phallus bundled in my protective arms. How else to run with such a burden?
I am but a figment of imagination. But even so I am far more manly than any here (excepting fair [NAME WITHHELD], of course) as my imagination includes a train that stops at ass-rape stations where I am always certain to stop and get 'serviced' by the attendant and studly workers. Why do they charge so much? It is my dream, is it not? Such services should be free in your imagination. No matter, I imagine myself a checkbook and write bad checks for my private ass rapings.
But that is my point! I am more than manly, because YOUR imaginations are filled with naught but Hummel figurines, Smurf blankets and small cakes to be eaten while drinking from dainty little tea cups and pointing your pristine, virginal nostrils in the air.
My nostrils have known love such as you shall never achieve.
4:51 AM

YET ANOTHER FELLOW said...
Like the foot.

27inches, you have an unhealthy anglo saxon fixation.
9:46 AM

27AnonymousInches said...
YAF:Which is more unhealthy, I ask you: Having a consideration for the slaves of the UK queen or actually BEING one of the subjects of Her Dustiness?
Once, when I and my schlong were traveling Europe on a signing tour, I was granted a private audience with Her Highness. Believe me when I tell you that she was unable to fit more than 4 of my massive inches into her ill-prepared tea swigger.
Bless her geriatric, politically anachronistic ass, she tried so hard.
Juggling my man-orbs, making all sorts of appreciative noises, and ultimately requesting in no uncertain terms that I enter the Royal presence of her butt cavity.
I accomodated her request after making her sign a Royal pardon for me in advance of the exquisite abuse her rectal cavity was about to endure.
I have no interest in spending the rest of my life hanging my incredible penis from the bars of the Tower of London and taunting the Beefeaters with the Beef They Dare Not Eat.
12:42 PM


THE OTHER FELLOW said...
Fucking hell you're a boring cunt aren't you? Fine, everyone finds the exaggerated dick joke amusing once in a while, but every fucking comment?

You're a broken fucking record and boring as shit.

You came to the wrong place if you're expecting to impress anyone by repeating the same fucking joke over and over and over again. Bloggers here have real fucking intelligence and creativity.

Even THIS OTHER FELLOW, who started off making purile jokes that weren't funny has become worth reading (sometimes - don't let it go to your head TOF). He's moved on,and with it has started developing a bit of fucking talent that you are utterly failing to display.

If you are really intent on trying to make your mark around here then your best bet is to fuck off for a while, lurk around some of the other sites, see what real talent is, and then come back under another name once you've learnt how to make people laugh rather than grimace.

That is the only piece of fucking advice you are ever going to get from me. If you are wise you will heed it unless you really want to stay a boring, sad fucker for the rest of your life.

Now fuck off.
4:51 PM

YET ANOTHER FELLOW said...

SOME OTHER GUY was right,this WILL all end in tears.
6:50 PM

ONE MORE DUDE said...

Egads, he is a bit of a one-trick poney.
But I suppose its a bit like the old saying,
If you're a lumberjack, everything looks like trees.
10:46 PM

A NICE LADY said...

i agree with you El B.. it was funny at first.. now.. not so much.
8:41 PM

27AnonymousInches said...

As a man who also enjoys the benefits of a particularly fine and exaggerated set of masculine characteristics, you should sympathize with the intense difficulty a man faces trying to keep his most prominant feature from entering into every conversation.
Ask a fish to ignore the water!
Ask the falcon to ignore the sky!
Ask a Belgian to ignore small naked boys!

But, really, I wasn't expecting you to be a reactionary royalist. I've seen the House of Lords in action, and I figure that's a perfect way to run a country.
Bunch of buck-toothed, toffee chomping frigs tooling about in sporting cars and wearing sunglasses worth more than my trailer home, THAT'S who should be running a country. Blokes who write home from London to the their families in the country saying things like, "Yes, I met with THE OTHER FELLOW today, and we exchanged lengthy eye-contact. I do believe the fellow wants to get in my pants. Do you know any reason why he shouldn't?"

Don't do it, THE OTHER FELLOW! Fight the urge to subjugate yourself to hereditary idiots!

04 February 2006

How are my genitals, someone once asked me*:
My genitals are fine, aside from the usual issue of their ridiculous size and weight.
Always a problem, but I have a hand-made sling which assists me.
If I had been faced with the same (a 6 kilometer walk) as you, I would probably have asked my gargantuan member to call me a cab.
I'd have triple chaffing on such a journey, and I only do that when catering a banquette.


* and everyone else on "I Think I'm Normal".
27AnonymousInches said:
HA ha!
Amusing, though I am not so anonymous anymore. The light of truth has shined upon me and revealed me in my darkened room, huddling with my massive and flaccid phallus bundled in my protective arms. How else to run with such a burden?
I am but a figment of imagination. But even so I am far more manly than any here (excepting fair [NAME WITHHELD], of course) as my imagination includes a train that stops at ass-rape stations where I am always certain to stop and get 'serviced' by the attendant and studly workers. Why do they charge so much? It is my dream, is it not? Such services should be free in your imagination. No matter, I imagine myself a checkbook and write bad checks for my private ass rapings.
But that is my point! I am more than manly, because YOUR imaginations are filled with naught but Hummel figurines, Smurf blankets and small cakes to be eaten while drinking from dainty little tea cups and pointing your pristine, virginal nostrils in the air.
My nostrils have known love such as you shall never achieve.
Anonymous27 said...
You frickin' artichoke eater! I know you are. Sittin' there, all pretty and judgemental, with your oral oriface all stuffed with artichokes.

I hope you choke on 'em, cause there's those of us who can't afford them.

You don't think of us, do you, with the artichoke heart on your fork like the lower castes mounted to the hood ornament of your Jaguar XJ-6, do you?

I hope you frick off and die of terminal genital cancer and they have to make a special pair of pants for your viewing because your tumerous balls are the size of canteloupes.

I hope its a public viewing so I can come and laugh next to your coffin, point at your crotch and scream, "Fat LOT OF GOOD MR FANCYPANTS GOT FROM EATING ARTICHOKES AND DRIVING HIS JAGUAR!!!"
Serve you right, you fricker.

the OTHER FELLOW said...
Artichokes give you cancer ????
February 02, 2006 7:14 AM

Anonymous27 said...
I think your upper-crust, artichoke eating ways just deplete your karma to the point where you develop the cancer.
Or, YOU'RE FRICKIN' READING TOO MUCH INTO IT!

Christ, you'd think a man could leave a random insult without analysts trying to assign it deeper meaning. It's only as deep as your rectal cavity, and no where near as full of random battery operated polyvinyl rods.
February 02, 2006 9:50 AM

the OTHER FELLOW said...
O.k. sunshine,you wouldn't leave it,
I havn't got a car,I don't like artichokes and I probably wouldn't like you.If you look at my post 15/12/05 even you will realise that I don't get cancer,I give it,so watch your step as you're standing on dangerous ground.
Is there something in your anally retentive personality,assuming you've got one,that prevents you from swearing properly,the word is FUCK not frig,FUCK.
What are you,a frickin' child?
February 02, 2006 11:23 AM

Anonymous27 said...
As a matter of fact I'm a farmer. I grow assholes, and you're part of my new crop. Look at you ripen on the vine hanging from my anus! You swing like monkey between my legs and dodge my gargantuan penis. Look out, little monkey!

Just because you're an asshole doesn't mean I want you around my member.

You know you eat them artichokes, and probably drink expensive Vermouth, cocktail onions, gin and ice.

I may have a gargantuan penis, and might have you banging into it and knocking yourself silly on it, but at least I don't sit in my fancy pants and get wasted on old man's drinks.
Oh, in case you're wondering, I have a 27 inch penis.
February 02, 2006 12:19 PM

the OTHER FELLOW said...
So,child,basic phsycology tells me you are in fact a latent homosexual,most likely a virgin with a penis the size of a clitoris.Do you squat to piss ?Did the others all laugh at you when they saw your tiny appendage?Yes,thats what we'll call you,"Little Willy".
I'll tell you one more thing,Little Willy,if you don't get the fuck off my site,I WILL wish cancer on you and you WILL get it.Fucking loser.
February 02, 2006 1:02 PM

YET ANOTHER FELLOW said...
What a strange man! Anon(27), I mean, not you OTHER FELLOW.
February 02, 2006 3:17 PM

Anonymous27 said...
Little do you know that I am a homosexual. In fact, I am also a heterosexual. This confusion is what lends me purpose. It matters not, because I currently am practicing involuntary abstinance; but that doesn't change the fact that you wish you had as little as one inch of my manliness to each inch of womanliness you already possess in obvious abundance.

My name is Willy, I'll admit. Or William, really. But my closest friends call me Willy. And the only time they call me little is when they are looking at me next to my 27 inch penis. They say, "Willy, you look so small next to your HUGE penis!" and they go on to say, "you look so natural, so clean and free. NOTHING like that wretched AB, who appears to be swinging between your legs. Aren't you worried that he'll touch your monstrously oversized genitals?"

And to that I say, "NO! He's my friend, and I'll hear nothing against him. He washed the veinous, hairy shaft of my dick for me, and that makes him alright in my book."

Because, truly, when we talk I feel as if you are a six inch man, riding a tiny scaffold up and down the length of my penis with a bucket of soap and a squeegee. Oops! Look out! You missed a spot!
February 02, 2006 4:17 PM
The OTHER GUY said...
Now Little Willy,sit back and wait for the lump.
2/03/2006 2:01 AM

27AnonymousInches said...
Awww... you know how long it took me to type that? I'm no Mavis Beacon Rumplestiltskin, but my words of love to you were most definitely legendary, mythical and efficiently typed.

It took me hours of shifting my pendulous appendage from one side of my workspace to the other as I typed those inspiring words of encouragement.

Honestly, I know you have at least three inches on me, probably need a wheelbarrow to tour your member around the neighborhood. It probably is the diet. You eat right, right?

Mr. Artichoke?!?

Sometimes a friend eats lasagna, and get bigger down below.
Sometimes an enemy eats arugula, and he might get sudden and involuntary celibacy. I love arugula, but THAT IS JUST A COINCIDENCE!

Sometimes A Friend Eats Tomatos; It's No Secret Pally, Each Cunt Takes One Rectum.

And that's why you are SOOO huge and impressive. That's how you learned to paint it black and wear it as a bolo. What a dashing figure you present, with your bolo around your neck topped with a stetson on your head!
Believe me, though, when I try the same trick people run away yelling, "He has a BOA CONSTRICTOR WRAPPED AROUND HIS NECK!"
2/03/2006 7:18 AM

the OTHER GUY said...
You are a persistent little creep,aren't you?,my first ever stalker,probably the first ever Net-stalker,To mark this occasion I am not going to delete your inane drivel,but leave it so everyone can have a laugh at your childish meanderings.Any more shite you chose to post WILL be deleted and the only consequence of your typing will be to wear you finger down to the size of your pathetic little willy.(Like a prick only smaller).
2/03/2006 11:22 AM