Th story of Apathyman
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Once upon a time, there was a mild mannered mook. Said mook had a brother (well, 2 actually, but 1 of them was 'down with the kids' and actually bothered with 'new fangled technology' like teh interweb).

Some 8 weeks ago, aforementioned brother sent an e-mail with the legendary 'Tramp-o-claus' clip, which amused I to no end. But being a nosy bastard (er, i mean an inquisitive soul), I found the QOTW link...

...and was introduced to a whole new world of abusive fruit loops and people who felt it was okay to tell other members of this great nation about the strangest poo they’d had, or about the time their BF shit the bed, or about the time their BF refused an offer of anal sex by uttering the immortal words ‘No Thank you’ (and I agree with Al, it was the ‘thank you’ that did the damage there). These people….thought the mook….are just like me! But I can’t join.

No.

I’d get hooked.

Surely that won’t happen, I argued with myself.

Yes it will, and stop calling me Shirley, I answered (‘Airplane’, 1979, all rights reserved).

So I created a new ‘me’ – one that mirrored who I always wanted to be – not the healthy, active mook, but a lazy, apathetic twunt.

Apathyman was born, and the rest, as they say, is mystery….
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