Today is a very important day today and there ain't a SINGLE post that's pointed it out today.

For shame on all of you.

You've all been fortunate enough to have this for a whole year and no one has come up and said it.

Happy birthday Community Blog Page.

1 year ago today the Cblogs made their public debut on dtoid.

And to commemorate, I'm posting my second blog I ever wrote.

(and considering that my first one is entirely dated considering that I talk about Summa-one...) I decided to go to my first creative blog, which was my second one.

...

Ahem.

The Stupid Shit I Find On The Internets
An internet community blaugh written on Ye Olden Destructoideth

Oh I surf a lot at work.

I surf a lot.

And I like to disturb my mind. And the minds of others.
But... We'll start off simple and get worse as the post gets updated.

I use Google images a lot to find the shit I post up on dtoid. As anyone may know, when you go there, you can type in damn near anything you want, click "Image" and someone's taken a picture of it. That shit's for sissies. What I prefer is improperly tagged stuff, and things you find on sites that are linked to your search. Like this picture here I found of Wayne and Jan Skylar on the right. Yeesh.



Which isn't the strangest thing really. The photo's taken from Party City's grand opening in Lewisville, TX; which is near Dallas. It's not even odd that Batman showed up to the grand opening.


Or even that Bruce Wayne shops at Party City for his fancy million dollar soirees.


And here he is at the Waco store's grand opening.


It's about 150 miles from Lewisville. Bruce, it's okay. The one near your house is no different from this one. The opening day specials can't be that awesome, can they?

No, I think what takes the cake here, is that Mr. Bruce Wayne, aka The Batman, is fucking slacking off in his spare time, not fighting crime, not running Wayne Industries, but fucking shopping for crepe paper party supplies!

Here's a picture of the lazy bastard in Michigan for chrissakes.



WTF Bruce?!

Is your giant Wayne Manor really that dour and depressing where you have to keep it stocked with shitty $1 party banners and paper hats? God forbid if Batman runs out of Silly String and bubble guns.

And do you need to drive 3,000 miles in your goddamn Batmobile (they have v8's in those Bruce, that's awful on milage!) to go buy mylar balloons and noise makers.

Bruce. Get a computer dude, buy the shit online, they'll ship it to you, plus you don't have to look like a damn emo goth dude running around in a black rubber cape in June.

More to come...

HAPPY BIRTHDAY CBLOGS!