As if there wasn't already enough crap on the interwebs, i figured it's time for me to start a blog. Now, here at Lurker Alley, you'd best not expect lucid, well-formed, educational posts. More likely it'll be random rants about topics like 'The guy who uses my alley for a toilet' (more on that later), and 'What to do when the cable guy releases his breakfast burrito during a service call.' And probably other topics that are not poo-related.But first, a definition of a Lurker: according to wikipedia, it's someone who reads a message board but never posts. I didn't know this before i picked the name. To be honest, I could care less that there are people who do that. They're pretty harmless.
In true lurker world, it's that guy who poops in your alley, then hangs out and stands around his creation for a little bit; it's the stinky dude who peers through the fence at the playground for 3 hours with a hand in his pocket. Basically, it's the creepy dirtbag that you want to spray with Raid. You've seen him. You know him. And now he has a home, here at Lurker Alley.
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you know when you see a homeless guy on the street... the guy that doesn't go to the shelter for the free shower... ever. you're ten feet away from him and you just know he is going to smell like that pig you dissected in eighth grade when the waft hits you as you walk by? does that qualify as a lurker? because that guy is our painter... and i had the privilege of smelling that smell all day long today. sweet blog. i'm looking forward to your daily rants. occasionally i will rant along with you.
if you see him outside and can still smell him from 10 feet away he's prime lurker material.
I'm actually the lurker in this post. Thanks.
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