Fail English Much?

Greatings, freinds!

Hear at FialMuch?, we like to dedicate alot of thyme to epicfials in the spe-rectrum of the englesh language. We like too exployt imbesils that cant' spell for shit.

Hears' a grate exampile:
(Teh iden-titties hav ben maskt bye sum ov mie favorit banned naims.)








* Epik, epik. flail. Possiblee teh biggist epik flail of all time.

Guess This Rider

Hint: he rides for an elite amateur pro develop-mental squad, and is arguably the best field sprinter in the Midwest. He is also known for his awesomely long hair and his ability to live, solely, off of raw red meat and rage. Has a cult following; bust out your knee pads, cause this dude is worthy.

Interesting tidbit: power meter manufacturer SRM is going to re-calibrate their systems to be measured in JCPs, as opposed to watts, in order to pay homage to this living legend.

Epic Fail of an Introduction

Season greetings, all!

The leaves are falling, days are shortening, the air feels cleaner than ever before, the birds are ceasing to chirp, family bonds are dissolving over elaborate smörgåsbords, suicide rates are skyrocketing, and credit is being destroyed for materialistic traditions.

Know what's even better than holiday sentiment? Citizen journalism. It's not easy being an uneducated, untrained writer, but I'm here to prove to you all that I am worth listening to. I promise that you will leave my blog feeling like you have two brains. Brace yourselves as I introduce you to the surreal world of utmost stupidity. Your moral will soar as you leave this blog knowing that, no matter how much glue you sniff, you will forever be exponentially sharper than the tools spoken of here.

Wipe the shit-eating grin off your face, wash the egg out of your underwear, and prepare yourselves for the ride of a lifetime. This blog will host more ups and downs than bipolar manic depression, and I hope you're here for every crest and crevice.

Fail Much?