What is supposed to offend me? ( Truth is,after all, a defense to a libel action.)
Now, if I have in my impaired state, missed any offense that was intended as such, well by the precious blood of the sweet baby jesus, we shall have our moment of internet honor, ( I guess…).
There was a James Bond film where he’s playing some kind of electronic version of Risk with Kim Basinger’s patron (that’s all I can recall about him…) where the voltage feeds back into your game console as the stakes rise. I suppose the internet gaming community, and then these message boards, can only be a month or two away from the ability to burn off an offender’s fingernails (talk about flaming…_) if the combined psychic wrath is sufficient.
This is actually very funny. I don’t believe that I’ve ever encountered someone who tends to write like a comedic pompous ass on meth, although Dennis Miller comes to mind.
his solo stuff has been so satruated with flop sweat that I have to reach really hard fo remember that. I wonder from this distance whether he wasn’t more dependant than the normal comedian on his ensemble support.
(btw, I want props for "down to the cwire…-inasmuch as you raised the evil spectre of central nervous system excitation.).
re:the popassus , the undeniable spectre of Rumpole on acid results from my stubborn rear guard defense of the uhsplit infinitive and the non-dangligg preposition
Throw in a crush on Jane Austen, add a witches brew of top shelf psychotropics