When I need inspiration, or just want to feel dirty all over, I check out the Google Message Board.
The Google Message Board is a real place to me. It's like Casablanca, if Casablanca had been an Indiana Jones movie. Bizarro market place, filled with sub-terrestrial creatures, and camels. Everybody selling, nobody buying. Much confusion, no relief. Give me your sick, your slimy, your depraved of heart. That's the Google Message Board. To me.
Every time I go there, at first, I'm offended and put off, not by the sub-animal obscenity, but by the stupidity displayed. Then, after a while, I want to wallow in it, and I start firing off posts, replying to those most in need of one.
My aim, to be not subtle, but plain-spoken. To say things that can have more than one meaning. To play the fool in earnest.
I might say, "The offal is awful in here, don't you think?"
Or I might not.