Saint Dirty Face

(A Saint Dirty Face™ Public Service Announcement fueled by grape 5-Hour Energy and zero patience)

Some clown strutted onto my blog today — not once, but twice — just to announce, chest puffed and brain empty, that my post was “clickbait.”

Twice.

My guy… TWICE.

That’s like walking into a bar you hate, sitting down, ordering water, and then complaining the music’s too loud.

Get outta here, champ.

So I told him the obvious:

“You clicked my link. Not once… but twice. Congratulations, you played yourself.”

Then this man — bless his malfunctioning neurons — fires back with,

“You’re not selling anything!”

And at that point the cracked-halo tilted.

The patience evaporated.

My inner Gen X goblin climbed out of the trench coat.

So I replied with the most loving, Biblical kindness I could muster:

“Bitch, learn how to read.

I write BLOGS.”

I swear, some people out here arguing with gravity.

Let me be crystal clear:

I’m not here begging for coins like a medieval bard in the town square.

I’m building a brand, a world, a voice — a whole damn cracked-halo universe.

If you want to wander in and scream at the walls like it’s an exorcism gone wrong, that’s on you, not me.

And since this is my house, let me thank the real MVP of today’s emotional stability:

Grape 5-Hour Energy.

The tiny bottle that keeps me from throat-punching stupidity before breakfast.

It’s my coffee.

It’s my pre-workout.

It’s my “don’t go to jail today, Robert” potion.

Bless you, little purple beast.

Anyway…

To my real readers:

Stay dirty, stay loyal, stay laughing with me at the circus.

To the dude who cried “clickbait” twice:

Thanks for the traffic, sweetheart.

Next time bring your friends.

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Saint Dirty Face™

Stay Dirty, Stay Rebellious™

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