A few years ago, I’d have said, “OK, he’s tipped his hand. He’s overplayed, and now everyone knows he’s trolling, because nobody’s that stupid.” These days, with Boomers sharing such obviously fake news, I really can’t tell.
I probably shouldn’t admit this, but I bit on it too. I didn’t read it all that carefully. It never occurred to me that anyone would put up a parody of Biden announcing in that forum. That thread is now the Biden thread - a parody.
There’s so much mud-slinging going on, it’s hard to know what’s serious and what’s not. Particularly in politics lately. In this climate of “nothing can shock me”, that article gave me pause, but I’ve seen articles that stretch belief lately.
It speaks for Ace and his values!
Just the obvious photoshop job on the picture should have been a giveaway, even if one misses the small Onion at top and in the url.
Ace would make a great Onion “area man.”
How do we know he isn’t one already?
Harriet Tubman is too ugly to be on the $20 bill.
I get so excited when this thread is revived. I’d buy a coffee table book of his greatest posts.
She isn’t wearing Rayban aviators and washing her Camero. Of course it’s a lame picture.
I’m suddenly having fond memories of “Sid Meiers’ Underground Railroad” for the Commodore 64.
She’s no looker like Sexy George.
http://www.thebaynet.com/media/photos/gallery/de0a6e37-4325-4fc9-81bd-7de0fe57816e.JPG
Rawr!
That’s not Sexy George.
Touché.
Entering an acey thread with these expectations is like driving a $2 million Bugatti through Manhattan and being shocked when someone crashes into you.
I don’t know why, but I just can’t help myself.
All you need to do is get seriously fucked up in an accident with a Wal-Mart truck and settle for a few million dollars.
You dumbfuck.
Every thread he starts is just wrong and stupid and when it’s pointed out to him, he’ll sort of make excuses about why he was wrong, but in the end, he goes away with the same stupid wrong opinion he had when he started the thread.
If I had a life, he’d be a waste of time.
Yes, the pattern is always the same. My favorite part is when the backpedaling and defensive justification starts. Just think of it as naive performance art.
I wonder if that was one of the conferences where a woman slipped him her room number because she was dying to make sexytime with a slack-jawed halfwit.