Adrian, if you happen to drop by, that’s a pretty cool collection.
Kinda weird, but cool.
Jeebus Christmas in a sidecar, between you and Cole … sigh.
I’ll see your taco and raise you a margarita.
GuyFromOhio commented on the blog post My Opening Farewell, So Long And Thanks For All The Fish, Oh The Places I Will Go, How Can You Miss Me If I Won’t Go Away, Just Leave Already Fer Chrissakes, Post Thingy
Wow, that’s a pretty, um, suggestive dance move there, Ms Shakira. Now what was the question…??
OK, so adios FDL. No love lost, you were pretty adamant that you wanted in, so in you got. Every once in a great awhile, I would still sneak back to the old place for some re-reading, creeped out by the memories of who was running the Executive Branch.
Seriously though, as suggested upthread, a guest slot somewhere always beckons. You could, literally, mail it in and go back to the beach. This hobby could recede along the shoreline until it no longer eclipses the sun, or the other things in life of which you hath spoken.
Put another way: you got the voice. Stuffing it into 140-char commercial jingles is a pale shadow of the full-throated arias that have risen from these pages. What will you do with that voice? Does it go silent for good? Or do you rest for awhile, discover life is kinda boring after all, and then restart the snark?
Inquiring minds simply must know.
GuyFromOhio commented on the blog post The Return Of The Daughter Of The Bride Of McMegan McMath
The classics never go out of style…
Perhaps, though this has not convinced me of that.
Of course, someone will be along soon enough to complain about …
Anti-anhedonia, which feels like schadenfreude with a different spelling.
Tbogg, Mrs TBogg, L&TC, and all bassets absent and remembered: Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!
Gaia bless us, everyone.
Why can’t they get their stories straight after all this time?
Because freedom and support the troops and soshulizm and shut up libtards, that’s why. Got it?
AEI? You expect me to fucking click on that shit? Sorry, I’m busy dousing myself in jet fuel and setting the Gaia-damned neighborhood on fire.
GuyFromOhio commented on the blog post There Will Be Teblood: This Is Just Getting Sad Now
…maybe it’s time to devote the weekly NFL post to someone seeing more on-field action such as the long-snapper for the Browns…
Browns are on a bye this week.
Oh, I see what you did there.
Texans at Bears should be a good ‘un.
But the greater loss, the real loss, is the loss of honor.
Lying to everyone every time you speak has a way of doing that to a person.
As for the bolded question, the answer is ‘nothing’.
Jen Rubin sitting in a darkened room, drinking wine straight from the bottle and playing Just Like A Woman over and over and over again.
And, lo, balance was restored to the universe. And it was good.
humboldtblue’s panties are fetching an awesome price in Brazilian rials on e-bay.
Putting Adele “Hometown Glory” on repeat and drinking heavily until I’m in a messy, fetal crunch under the desk and the pain goes away, goes away. Then maybe watching Dr Who on Netflix until its bedtime.
All the wonders of my world …
She is mighty bored.
Not sure if she’s down for volunteering, but a former soccer player might be just thing for climbing stairs to deliver meals to trapped elderly residents in highrise apartments.
I expect she could make quite an impression, see the city, and not be bored, all at the same time.
Mock her and her plane fire, and burnt welsh cakes and death by hot butter, but it should be fairly apparent that Ann Romney is unwittingly starring in one of those Final Destination movies and Mormon Satan is not going to give up until she spontaneously combusts in a flash of red light leaving behind only the stench of sulfur, Obsession, and privilege.
MrsFromOhio: What’s so funny?
MrsFromOhio: Is that the guy with the book covers?
… and soon we will all either have five vacant-eyed compliant sons who can be controlled with a friendly game of solitaire or we’ll be forced into FEMA reeducation camps where we will either learn to appreciate dressage as the greatest sport ever or die.
Do you cackle out loud when you write this stuff?
And no one does bitchface like the deliciously deranged Angela Landsbury in Candidate.
Where’s the storm of trolls/parade of fail shit show?
Money Boo Boo wins the internets.
Once all of the pornography is gone from the internet, angry white dudes will only be left with ambassador rape slash fiction, Ross Douthat’s Tales Of Almost Conquest, and Michelle Malkin cheerleader videos.
And… 50 Sheds of Grey:
‘So,’ I asked, ‘Do you prefer to be on top or underneath?’ ‘I’m not sure,’ she said, ‘I didn’t expect you to have a bunk bed in your shed.’
‘Don’t hold back,’ she cried, as I tied her to the chair, ‘I want to feel real pain.’ ‘Alright,’ I said, putting on my Best of Top Gear DVD.
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