We burned your White House down.
::wanders off singing, “Burning down the house!”::
See how f’ing generous we are? You trash our place and we help you keep yours.
Murricans rox!
Oh, joy. What a party. Next comes the waving of our flags by some loathesome slop-headed Dittohead, with something edgy playing in the background like Jessica Simpson, and some barbeque sandwiches served with mayonnaise on white bread and watered down “Bud” and of course, some pus-encrusted adolesecnt bearing yellow ribbons supporting our thrice-damned troops abroad to pin on my shirt.
AWAY from me!
Usa! Usa! Usa!
:d
What does it say about the quality of the Murrican education system when you misspell a smilie?
What’s worse is that JohnT’s not even a Yankee.
I think that’s the “I can pick my nose with my tongue” smilie. Ewww.
SPECIESIST! It’s a perfectly normal and acceptable way of having a bath for a dog or cat. You’re probably just jealous because they can do it and you can’t.
I’m going to [del]steal[/del] borrow that phrase. We don’t use the word “poltroon” nearly enough any more, and it’s such a wonderful word.
Gawd, I am SO SICK of you vocabularly elitists using outdated words that nobody else knows the meaning of, just to make yoursef feel smarter than the rest of us. Just 'cause you think you’re in some Shakesperean play doesn’t make you some well-read intellectual; it just means the rest of us would rather communicate effectively with each other, instead of showing off how much we learned from our “word-a-day” calendar in the john while we were taking a shit this morning. Eat my codpiece, you intellectualist snob!
Please remember we still don’t know for certain Shakespeare wrote those plays. Every time we don’t acknowledge that possibility, we contribute to the literary bludgeoning of the true author(s). You should really know better.
I know full f’ing well about the problems with nitrate, thank you very much. Just because it doesn’t have your beloved Theda Bara in it is no reason to fly off the handle, sweetheart.
(What I’m still trying to figure out is how a reel from a 1929 film ended up in a house built in the mid-1960s)
Do you wish to see it, by the way?
Sorry 'bout that. It was all meant in fun- I’ve been having a great time sparring with you!
Now for some fresh rant material:
Meetings at work are boring.
I’m glad tomorrow’s Friday.
It’s cooler here today than it was yesterday.
Poo is funny.
Don’t apologize. It was funny as hell, the “Pookie” reference was doubly funny because it was an old nickname I called a fondly remembered ex-girlfriend – but saying I like GARFIELD?? I’m a comics collector and an amatuer cartoonist. That cut me to the quick.
Right. Go ahead and wave around the fact that you actually are employed. While so many in this country would love to have a job where you have to go to boring meetings, but can’t find any job at all.
Insensitive b**ch.
Now I have to lower expectations by being corny for awhile.
Meetings at work are boring. Boring? I have to work unarmed security outdoors in* downtown Atlanta* from midnight to eight a.m. You know how dangerous that is?? Cockroaches prowl my job in gang colors. Kudzu walks the street eating derelicts. I would choke and eat live pigeons raw for a boring job.
I’m glad tomorrow’s Friday.
What the fuck is wrong with people, constantly rushing to the end of the week? What’s wrong with Thursdays? Huh? Thursday used to be “Must See TV on NBC.” Hah? Remember that?
(Okay. Even I got to admit that was lame.)
It’s cooler here today than it was yesterday.
NO. IT WAS F–CKING NINETY-TWO DEGREES BOTH DAYS. You know how I know?? I have no air conditioning. Ungrateful wench, while you’re destroying what’s left of the ozone layer with flurocarbons pumping out of your ice machine, I’m stewing in my own freaking sweat!! (Eve – don’t. Horses. Gentlemen. I got it. Skit.)
Poo is funny.
And boogers are runny.
Piss is warm and yellow.
Bottle 'em, drink 'em up
Smack your lips
Aren’t I scatological fellow?
You know what feels good in bed?
No, seriously. Guess!
Not you.
My admonition was not in vain! It learns! It reads and it learns! Huzzah! This thread is not entirely peopled with presapient primates! Truly, at the end of the day, there is hope for–
…Aw, testicles.
Cervaise. Oh, bollocks.
Nuts.
Why oh why can’t you think of the hard-working people at Planter’s before you post an unfeeling, downright stupid, and very cruel comment like this?