I believe it was Dave Barry who was once quoted as saying "The Internet is a giant international network of intelligent, informed computer enthusiasts, by which I mean, "people without lives." We don't care. We have each other..."
Some other guy also once said that "There's a statistical theory that if you gave a million monkeys typewriters and set them to work, they'd eventually come up with the complete works of Shakespeare. Thanks to the Internet, we now know this isn't true."
I know this, because, I'm Wiggo, therefore I'm smart. Smarter than you. Not just because I have a firm grasp of the art of copying and pasting, as I don't. It's a firm grasp of your sister's phat bootay, beeyatch.
Bitches, time to preach the gospel according to Wiggo, followed by some harsh Wiggo reality that would make Chuck Norris wet himself with fear.
You are not defined by your PC, you are not defined by your modem speed, you are not defined by where your reserved seat is located, you are not defined by what membership package you have.
Wiggo spits in the general direction of your "inside sources", Wiggo spits in the general direction of the training sessions you attended, Wiggo spits in the general direction of the friend of a friend of a friend of a friend system that you all hype up for your "contacts", Wiggo spits in the general direction of your keyboard and the seemingly endless lack of positive contributions that are made to the CARLTON FOOTBALL CLUB from them all.
Wiggo spits on you all, unless you're a hot female, have a drink card for me, want me to endorse your product, or are the legion of kiddy Wiggo fans that wear the number #34 like Jesus would a crucifix, because without my constant best on grounds, my constant work with charity, my civilized manner that I deal with the hounding media on a constant basis, and the great work of the other 36 blokes on our playing list not named Trent Sporn, then you would not have an excuse to log on here spitting vitriole at each other in an attempt to overcome some childhood trauma. You're all exposing your alteregos to the world, do you think WIGGO would come on here and pretend to be someone he's not? WIGGO doesn't need an alter-ego
BE LIKE WIGGO. Go out, pick up some babes, buy them a drink, if I have to conduct clinics on how to do the bus stop, hustle, shake n' bake, or even the electric boogaloo, for all you net nerds, so be it.
Because next time I step out on the field for a 30 possession game, I don't know if I have to go visit a sick child in hospital the morning after and look at his face and see him say "Wiggo, great game yesterday, but why do those bad men say all those bad things about you?"
The glass is half full........especially when you're in a drinking contest with Wiggo, he'll wreck you bitches.
That is all,
Wiggo.
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