No, really, a real troll, not just the imaginary ones in my head for a change. I’m not sure which is funnier, that I’ve finally got a real troll after I’ve given up on all forms of social sites and forums for promotion, or that their only bait seems to be “I live in reality.” And yet, you have so little to do in that so-called reality that you’re trolling me? Are you sure that’s reality you’re looking at? Cause it could just be high def TV. They look very similar these days. I know my TV tricks me right up until they go to commercials. Those little cartoon dudes seem so real!
I’m not complaining, though. I’m also not telling you to go away. Yet…I should add yet. But would you mind coming up with something a little better than, “You don’t live in reality”? Cause if I didn’t live in reality, I could pretend that I’m really a popular writer with lots of adoring fans, instead of admitting I’m a no-talent hack who only just now managed to pick up one troll after four years of troll baiting. Frankly, it’s disappointing, and the length of your insults means that by federal law, I’m supposed to throw you back and let you grow up a bit. But you’re my troll, and I love you, and I’ll put you in a glass bowl and call you Troll in Mah Bowl.
Tune in next week, when my troll and I go pfishing and discover a flame war in the province of Spam.