Or a bullshitter.
So, either you’re a melodramatic asshole, or you really need to get a life. Maybe both.
This applies to pansies/melodramatic assholes on political talk shows, in real life, and those posting on message boards.
Or a bullshitter.
So, either you’re a melodramatic asshole, or you really need to get a life. Maybe both.
This applies to pansies/melodramatic assholes on political talk shows, in real life, and those posting on message boards.
Okay, I’m a pansy. shrug
raises hand Pansy.
Can I be a tulip instead?
I’m confused. Is the pansy the one who needs to get a life, or is that the bullshitter? And which one is the melodramatic asshole?
Oooh, pansy; that smarts! I’m rubber, you’re something…
I’m not in the third grade anymore.
I couldn’t be mistaken for any sort of flower. Perhaps a weed? I’ve one in mind…
What if your rectum twitches?
Skunk cabbage? d & r
Pansy here.
So no crying in politics, or in baseball. Got it.
What happens next season when Obama throws out the first pitch?
I am not a pansy. I’m a precious snowflake, goddamn it!
Or a daisy. Or a daisycutter. Pick one. Pick all.
Christ, I’d hate to sit through a PETA video with any of you.
My apologies to Q.E.D., I should have clarified. People who cry over politics are both pansies (yuk yuk! it’s a flower! so witty!), and melodramatic assholes who also need lives.
But wasn’t this all much easier than a vitriolic essay?
ETA: I cried once in baseball when somebody purple-nurpled me.
Condescending trolls who say ‘get a life’ will be first against the wall when the revolution comes. See if they aren’t.
On TV, I happily pretend to be a Gerbera daisy. What’s it to you, Mr. Internet Tough Guy?
I’m a pansy, then. I cried in 2004, and I cried last night (obviously for very different reasons). I prefer it to being someone who can’t see that politics affects real peoples’ lives in very real ways.
I’ll bring popcorn!
Wait, does popcorn have faces?
Nope, just a real human being who isn’t afraid of his own emotions.
Don’t confuse violent self-repression with “strength”.
Delicious, caramel-coated, terror-contorted faces. Mm.
Keep in mind that I never mentioned that politics don’t affect the day-to-day life. Just that you’re being completely ridiculous by crying about it.
Would you care to share your personal list of situations in which crying is not completely ridiculous?