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Noononsat... has always taken a rather lighthearted, if bigoted and meanspirited, approach to friendships and life in general. I’ll never forget the first time an entry caused hurt souls and feelings of betrayal. And we remember thinking: this could be interesting and, most importantly, distracting. But as time has calloused the skin of An Doof Ass’s hobbit like appendages and as the readership has grown increasingly detached from the adventures of one wandering soul in the urban jungle that is full-employment and general well-being, so has the biting wit and sharp pointies of this dignified and under appreciated site been filed and dulled. And so it is with a heavy heart that I regretfully inform you that Noononsaturdaycigarrettebreathe.blogspot.com will be no more.

Of course, we all knew this day was coming. For Noononsat was the monk in the dessert, communing intimately with the all powerful fuzzy deity of truth-like-ness, who had neither the time nor the inclination to pay heed to the tired and delusion idols of his heathen friends. And we’ve kept things real through it all. And by real we mean shrugged shoulders and a lower case "eh." (Example: One of Thousands: How could you?! Noononsat: eh.) And as the saying goes: All great prophets after a while just kind of get bored.
And so this is our final act of decency as we put aside our bowler of journalistic integrity and titillation for the fedora of faggery and chum. Goodnight, goodnight, parting is such a sweet, etc...

In other news, stay tuned for tomorrow’s biting new faggery and chum: a phenomenology of rejection.