There are also some grade-A bullshit posts contributed by Broomstick.That thread is the mother lode in the gold mine of snark.
ETA: what is the Nutella thing?
Well, one man’s skanky is another man’s pied a terre.
I wish people would start raggin’ on him with random thrown-in Heinlein-isms.
One would shudder to be branded racist, of course, one merely wishes to know why a seemingly decent white woman would want to throw herself away on a black man when there are plenty of estimable ones of, let us say, a higher albedo, haha; indeed, dare one say it, one in particular a noted experts in his chosen field. Possibly it’s due to low-self-esteem, of course, feeling unworthy in the presence of one of legitimate academic note, but let me be quick to assure any potential suitors that I am not that daunting a fellow; and, indeed, more than happy to play Pygmalion to her Galatea, if note Professor Higgins to her Eliza, haha. Unless, of course, it’s the really big cock she craves, in which case she is shit out of luck.
Without a touch of skank, there’s something missing.
Hmmm, new fragrance line.
I’m sure AB will insist that white women who have dated a black guy wear it all times, that way he can smell their taint from across the room.
Skank Noir. Pour Homme.
Here you go. That was my first encounter with the guy, back when he was still posting under his original name. (Which, BTW, is how most of us know who he actually is – he used the name of his publishing company)
It’s like performance art.
I stand corrected. 
Kudos, RobDog.
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The crews are generally a little leery of passengers “entertaining” the crowds, but the Mrs. played a few times on the lounge pianos. So did Barbarian Jr. Both drew large crowds and had to politely refuse tips.
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Carry on.
Nice find. I wonder how AB defines “large crowd.”
Um, Penfeather - your services are needed. In the voice of Our Muse, please?
Prithee, sir - did the crowds flock to see your Maiden Fair?
My favorite part of that thread is when AB talked about the sooper-sekrit stuff he’s privy to:
I’m guessing that when he was a kid, his favorite singsong taunt was “I know something you don’t know!”
Or he’s taking some serious drugs.
So it’s been a couple of years and AB can tell us now what top secret information regarding food package labeling to which he is privy.
If you tilt the label at just the right angle and then squint, the reflection in the spoon says “Don’t eat a whole jar in a sitting and then blame the manufacturer”.
To brighten up your Monday morning, here’s an AB classic: Too Smart to Work at Radio Shack.
A choice excerpt:
That was a thing of beauty.
I get the feeling the poor saps at Radio Shack knew all to well what an insufferable windbag AB was, as he recounted the historical merits and drawbacks of the invention of the transistor for hours while buying some off-brand batteries. He then suggested a fine meal at McDonalds (being the trencherman that he is), over which he’d suggest being hired because “freelance” writing about a Golden-Age, long dead SF author just isn’t paying the bills anymore. So they told him he was just too damn knowledgable, he bought it, and has been crowing about it ever since.
Well, that’s easy. All of it.