LIAC FAQ
1. Who are you?
Contributors tend to be those fucked over by the faults inherent in reality. Hopeless romantics that have been worn away by those they love; ambitious, driven individuals that have found that the fact of class structure and old money means they will always be non-entities; good natured souls that have found that one good turn deserves a massive punch to the metaphorical kidneys.
2. What do you do here?
We are all bitter, jaded fuckers now and we tend to drone on, in self-absorbed ways, about how catastrophic life is. Usually offensively. It’s a better way to get these things off our combined chest, than picking up a sniper’s rifle and shooting your mother through the chin.
3. I still don’t see the point of whinging on. Just be happy with yourself..!
There are those that prefer to turn a blind eye to the miseries of life - to believe that ignorance is bliss and casually meander, oaf-like, through the madness. Then, there are those that prefer to call those people cunts. You cunt.
4. I’m a jaded fuckface, how do I sign up?
Simple. E-mail Evil Incarnate at liacmail@mailbolt.com (all we need is your your e-mail address, so we can send you an invite; if you don't get a quick response, feel free to leave your details in comments).
5. Don't you have some sort of link icon, which ideally is quite soft on the eyes but as you look more closely you realise that it has 'CUNT' written all over it? I'd love to plaster it over my similarly nihilistic site.
Yes. See here.
6. Can you link to my similarly nihilstic site?
No. We're cunts like that.
7. Can I get notified when posts or comments are made?
For some unknown reason, Blogger lets you receive e-mail notifications when comments are posted, but not when posts are. If you want to receive a note every time a new comment is posted, let us know at liacmail@mailbolt.com.
8. Do you have a shop where I can buy stuff which says cunt on it?
No and fuck off.
Contributors tend to be those fucked over by the faults inherent in reality. Hopeless romantics that have been worn away by those they love; ambitious, driven individuals that have found that the fact of class structure and old money means they will always be non-entities; good natured souls that have found that one good turn deserves a massive punch to the metaphorical kidneys.
2. What do you do here?
We are all bitter, jaded fuckers now and we tend to drone on, in self-absorbed ways, about how catastrophic life is. Usually offensively. It’s a better way to get these things off our combined chest, than picking up a sniper’s rifle and shooting your mother through the chin.
3. I still don’t see the point of whinging on. Just be happy with yourself..!
There are those that prefer to turn a blind eye to the miseries of life - to believe that ignorance is bliss and casually meander, oaf-like, through the madness. Then, there are those that prefer to call those people cunts. You cunt.
4. I’m a jaded fuckface, how do I sign up?
Simple. E-mail Evil Incarnate at liacmail@mailbolt.com (all we need is your your e-mail address, so we can send you an invite; if you don't get a quick response, feel free to leave your details in comments).
5. Don't you have some sort of link icon, which ideally is quite soft on the eyes but as you look more closely you realise that it has 'CUNT' written all over it? I'd love to plaster it over my similarly nihilistic site.
Yes. See here.
6. Can you link to my similarly nihilstic site?
No. We're cunts like that.
7. Can I get notified when posts or comments are made?
For some unknown reason, Blogger lets you receive e-mail notifications when comments are posted, but not when posts are. If you want to receive a note every time a new comment is posted, let us know at liacmail@mailbolt.com.
8. Do you have a shop where I can buy stuff which says cunt on it?
No and fuck off.





Ha ha, I love it. Classic LIAC genius.
I will have your children for such brilliance.
Cunt (flaps).
Agreed - why no date? Blogger is a bit of a random cunt like that. But that ties in well with the theme here.
I found a lady on saturday night,
Seemed as precious as the stars so bright,
T'was ten past twelve she turned to me,
Proclaiming tales of 'lust for thee',
Then trembling to her door we left,
O'er awed by our lack of breath,
We crossed accross the carless road,
Concious yet slightly overthrown,
And when we're there she turned to me,
And told that nothing comes for free,
Of course a 'HO'! Should have been expected,
Cause women for me have to be rented,
It may seem strange to be so blunt,
But here's my experience - Love IS a Cunt!
I first logged on to your blog about a year ago and was pleasantly surprised to find that you guy's and gal's realised that Love is a Cunt... So imagine my dismay now when I log on to find that half of you are actually in love!!! This is quite concerning! Just to give you lot a reminder why LIAC my girlfriend of roughly 6 months (whom I adored) split up with me. When I asked why she could not come up with a single reason! I thought she was hiding something but no! She says she still has strong feelings for me but doesn't know why she's not with me! So I have spent the last week mourning the loss of a girl I worshiped - and the feeling was requited - heavy hearted and unable to be myself. Now she has no credit, never online, doesn't answer her phone and i don't even know if she gets my texts. See even if you find such wonderful companionship you never knew existed it can be taken away in a flash proving LIAC. So cherish what you have an arguement is better that nothing. Well the making up is anyway!
Amen, brother.
Seems as though Blogger has updated to include dates for comments. Finally. Ta.
I don't think these Anonymous commenters are using nearly enough exclamation points.
Also, number 8 needs to be updated to say "Yes, we now have items for the whole family to display their bitchin' cuntitude. Click this boobie." And where "boobie" is there should be a close up of a lactating nipple that takes people to the place they can buy their LIAC thongs and teddy bears. And the boobie should belong to a current LIAC member--say, JiB.
True re: !!!'s... Not sure about the merchandising though. It's not quite ready yet. Designs need a revamp.
I am up for posting a picture of my boobie, though. Regardless.
ahhh one of my 3 favorite word (see domain)
Have you tried a dating service for which you pay £800 a year, and get offered dates with men called Geoff from Maidenhead? I haven't, but hear it's a good last resort IF and ONLY IF you want to be pushed into making a decision about whether life's worth living or not. On the other hand, if you're such a fuckwit that you think dating services run by crispy-haired single women in tiny offices off Bond Street are a good idea, you probably deserve it.
Your fan,
Datingmonkey
Never tried dating services. Something very "hospice" about them.
Love is a cunt because when you find someone you really love you find out they are in love with someone else.
Sending you all many kisses wherever you want them!
Sliding over your bodies for hours and hours all night/day long.
Putting my tongue in every crevice of your body and licking you for hours and hours.
The best way to spend your time.
Masturbate and be happy or just have it together and be even happier.
bhesper
What is love?
An object of my desire
A passion burning like fire
A fantasy,
A dream
With nothing in between
The apple of my eye
The kite flying high
A figment of my imagination
The mirage of my creation
A rainbow of colors
A four-letter word
That many have heard
A tension,
A kiss
A heartbreak, amiss
A feeling
A yearning
A candle burning
Down again,
We go on a rollercoaster of nothing but
Pain