The reason I started I Hate Blood On The Dance Floor
Everybody around me is a fucking idiot. Idiotic to the point where people think Snooki is a good mother. Idiotic to the point where they use YOLO as an excuse for their shitty actions. Idiotic to the point where people think Lil Wayne spits raw rhymes. Idiotic to the point where Metal is called “screamo” if it screams.
Angered, I seeked comfort on Facebook from complete strangers on pages such as Not listening to lil wayne. I realized I wasn’t alone. As I looked up pages who share the same opinions as me, I realized that I too can make a page and share my opinions with others. However, I didn’t want to make a page that posts pictures for likes. And I didn’t want to make an anti-abortion page. I wanted to PISS people off. Granted, I could’ve done that with an anti-abortion page, (because the arguments from both sides are very strong and can cause anger) I instead decided to piss off a different crowd. I picked the SHITTIEST atrocity to music, BOTDF, and made an anti-botdf page. I’ve seen so many botdf ANGRY on facebook and I wanted to be the cause of it. I also decided to do this because I can make botdf fans angry in an instant. Usually when a botdf fan acts like an idiot, i screencap their post and put that person on The Wall Of Shame. It’s the best part of the page actually.
The more my page grew, the more I got inspired to reveal my identity. I literally didn’t care who knew anymore. Honestly, I made this page. Now tell me: What the FUCK are you going to do about it?
Their songs are SHIT. Their newer “material” isn’t as obnoxiously sexual. But it’s awful. Take Believe for example: According to a lot of fans, the song is about a person who died in a car crash. All they’re saying is your typical “believe in me” message. A lot of fans say botdf is dedicated. If that was true, it wouldn’t be so shitty and generic.
"We all fall down, We’ll pick you up”
How can you pick anybody up if WE ALL FALL DOWN?
They go by the “haters make me famous” philosophy, but complain when people don’t like them. Hell, you’d think they’d be happy with negative comments since they think it’s ok to live life with negative attention. Haters make you INFAMOUS. Get it right. You know the group up of people who ganged up on one student? Oh yeah, they’re famous. Famous for beating up a harmless student. In other words: INFAMOUS.
So I get a lot of people asking me questions about what I eat and what will make them “skinny” or “buff”. Well let me tell you that there are 100000000000000 different philosophies and ideals out there and all of them have at least some legitimacy. Well…… ok some don’t. I’m just going to show you…