“Once again when mainstream media wants the facts they come to me” says Mike South, but what he meant was, when websites want sensational stories based on untruths, then he’s the guy.
Remember this gem?
Now some may find this hard to believe, but Billy Glide didn’t really die from a rattlesnake bite as Mike South “reported.” It was a lie that link-hungry panderer Mike South still hasn’t killed.
Anyone recall this one?
Yep, another lie.
Earlier today, South got a boner and decided to gratify himself by telling his commenters Rick Madrid (aka Jamie Profit, aka Mike Whiteacre, aka Shawn Thompson, aka Yuri Beltran, aka Danny Davis, aka Anthony Kennerson, aka Ari Bass, aka CrunkleSchwitz) and AHF snitch Tim Tritch, that he’s the man with all the intel:
No one masturbates himself like Mike South.
Still, I myself found myself in awe of Mike’s latest erotica… the way he typed his name surely led to a Mike South money shot only the likes of Peter North could understand…although as a writer for TRPWL, I soon became enraged with jealousy. All I could think about was Mike South getting a PR8 linkback.
After putting my boner away and clicking the link, I soon realized that Slate had decided to not give Mike that link.
Why would Slate cite Mike South as a source but not link to any of his Manwin stories? After all, the Slate piece linked to Siri 3 times and writer E.J. Dickson once.
This befuddled me, and to be honest, it aroused me. I could literally feel the blood flowing through my circumcised penis, for, you see, Mike South’s latest self bukkake linked to a story that sourced and linked to an E.J. Dickson Salon article featuring quotes from TRPWL‘s own Michael Whiteacre.
BOING.
Now either Mr. South didn’t actually read the whole article or his love for a Mike South bukkake is greater than his hatred for Michael Whiteacre.
I can see South now, jacking his peepee to the words ‘Mike South’, then losing the boner seeing Michael Whiteacre’s name, then back to his name in print, and like a the blue pill, the words ‘Mike South’ got that boner working again until he erupted like my 4th grade math teacher when I didn’t show my work.
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The louder he talked of his honor, the faster we counted our spoons. – Ralph Waldo Emerson