We here at CSF.com aren't immune to cheapness, stupidity, or fuckery for that matter. Indeed, my partner in blog found it necessary, once again, to take my hilarious idea and post it as his own. To make it worse, he couldn't even remember Tom Selleck's name. What a CSF. One can hardly blame him, my god I'm funny. However, I'm not one. So I will blame him.
That said, someone needs to let you fine readers in on the joke. Just what is Cheap, Stupid Fuck? (Oh, what's that,
posttot forgot to use the comma, alas.) The best way to explain is through example. You know how you come up with an awesome idea and someone tries to pass it off as...okay I'm over it. How about this one: you are attempting to grade papers while the woman behind you organizes the next three weeks of her life via cell phone. Get a fucking office! Or, better yet, the couple that decides to "privately" discuss their love life while sitting a mere 10 inches away from you. Basically, a CSF is any pain in the ass that crosses your way. And if you are anything like
posttot and me, you run into these folks everywhere you go. But, since you're not like us, you didn't decide to blog about these adventures such as we have. Too bad. You'll really be crying in your beer once the ad monies come in. Oh yes you will.
On a closing note, I have a project to test your merits as blog readers: Tell us where the original idea for CSF came from. Bonus points if you can provide specific details as to what we were wearing and how long we laughed for. Good luck!
