Let’s quickly run down the list of items that might qualify a blogger to be in the running for worst blog. Then we’ll discuss this blog: seriously–my-vay-jay-jay–seriously. I know.

  • Music plays in background                                                                     [√]
  • Minimum of 3 curse words per paragraph                                          [√]
  • You abbreviate overused words like peni or vay-jay-jay                 [√]
  • You offer “vote now” polls about beer                                                 [√]
  • You hand type a list of 100 slang words for penis                              [√]

This gal claims to be a nurse, new mother, not a wife (go figure), and very angry. During any given month, over two-thirds of her posts are about genitals. Now, I’m the first to laugh at a funny genital comment. They are pretty ridiculous looking. There just comes a point, when you cross that white trash line. You don’t even have to be white to cross it.

Here’s a gem of a quote,

“…my 18 month old was crying in the middle of the night a couple weeks ago, i dragged my tired butt from my bed to go check on her, as i opened the door her crying stopped. complete silence. then i heard in a sweet little voice ‘oh fuck’…”

or how about this one…

“…my 3 year old a little while back was tired and ready for bed said ‘mommy i’m so fucking tired, i go to bed now’…”

I’m starting to wonder why I thought starting blorture was a good idea. The word, which I’m still taking credit for inventing, is genius. I guess this is my gift, my curse.

PoopingBlog is officially the first blog ever to be described as blorture. I’ll tell you why, but first, Pooping is one of the guys who made me do a web search for a blog glossary because I was sure there had to be a newly-invented geeky term for utter torture via a blog. Low and behold, there was not a term for blog torture. Until I invented it…two days ago. It’s mine. Blorture © 2007 Ricky Fink.

 Now, on to why PoopingBlog is so crappy. Let’s take a look at an entry from Poodometers 7.16.06

“So I was dropping some loaf today when a thought occurred to me: ‘Exactly how many dookiedogs have I squeezed through my rectum in my entire life? hmmmm…..’Then I thought about how cool it would be if toilet’s had poodometers.”…

This was a pretty typical post. This guy, I’ll call him Pooping for short, took a ridiculous topic and decided to glorify it in hopes people would find it so funny that he’d be instantly famous. Well, it’s not funny, nor famous…nor is he. In fact, the domain is for sale now because the guy got sick of updating it. Pooping, having redefined phrases like drop-zone and afterglow, and coining new phrases like poop-flaps, ass-parts, and chocolate hot dog, did however manage to snare a few fans who were compelled to leave comments. Let’s take for example, Billiam who left this little treasure…

“Here I sit all brokenhearted. Tried to shit, but only farted!”

Billiam, it’s pure poetry. Thank you. And I’m shure Pooping thanks you too. For after all, you are one of the 6 people ever to post a comment at Poopings pride and joy. Brought to you by blorture.com