BrEkers, Tell Me All About G*.

He may actually know this.

As John Hodgman might say, you’re welcome.

Sleep well?

Not the actual actual Bryan, but Bryan’s avater. More specifically, Bryan’s metaphorical avatar. Even more specifically, Bryan’s theoretical metaphorical avatar. Ultimately the OP is addressing Bryan’s hypothetical theoretical metaphorical avatar.

It’s so clear if you would just allow yourselves to see it.

:slight_smile: Yep.

This sounds painful.

Yes and no. The decision is which bottle to finish first.

I can’t decide if it’s time for his medication or mine.

He’s got a point. Santa is an anagram of Satan!

Shit, adhay got so drunk he turned into lekatt.

One has to say that it takes a certain kind of skill to write an OP so confusing, you don’t know whether he’s calling out Bryan Ekers or Bricker, or whether he’s referring to God, Gatorade, or Snoop Dogg.

Oh, Euphonious Polemic, you get me so hot! fans self Talk dirty to me again!

A vast improvement on his usual OPs, then.

The whole idea that there is some guy who can see everything we are doing, judge us on it, and then reward those who behave well and punish those who do not is just stupid. (And I don’t believe in Santa Claus either)

Adhay burning lekatt’s dog maybe.

Haven’t you been paying attention? I’ll give you a hint: He works for the Government. :stuck_out_tongue:

Satan works for the Government? I don’t know why that surprises me – it’s what the Republicans have been saying for years.

You are so misinterpreting what Sontag had to say about G*.

In any other thread what I am about to admit would be cause for great embarrassment.
I have read every post in this fucking thread and still have no idea what the fuck it is about or who it is pitting.

It seems confusing at first but BrEkers just got his dog burned. We aren’t talking a daschund on a Weber either. This is flame thrower on a Golden Retriever level incineration. Also, Rudolph isn’t one of the real raindeer but he is always the one people name first and Santa does not approve. I’m not liking it. Not one bit.