As has been noted once -- and honestly, I'm not inclined to engage in auto de fé in revenge for my lack of disagreement -- the comment sections of certain blogs are often far more interesting and/or variable and/or eloquently opiate and/or more uncontrollably explosionary than the post itself. [Noun, a person of unusually keen foresight who ingests a miniature bomb or Taco Bell. This chimichanga is excellent/Doctor, you're a true explosionary. Adjective, the state of a futuristic, boundary-shattering interstellar journey that ends poorly. The first manned fusion voyage to Mars was quite explosionary.] That's certainly the case here at this festering pustule of sub par grotesquerie. Thus, a little test:
[something ridiculous]
"Your brain finally dribbled out, didn't it."
Yes, you did. Ready, set, comment!
Tuesday, December 8, 2009
Ron Popeil's Amazing Hypothesis Test-O-Matic!
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I'm not sure if I should be the first one to comment on this post. My keen foresight doesn't kick in until about noon.
Fuck you, Graves. I'm not your comment whore.
Is this because I talked about oral sex in your last post?
You want me to talk about it again. Don't you?
Hmmmmmm....
We'll see. :D The day is still young.
((Hugs))
Laura
nunly, as if this is a place demanding keen insight.
übermilf, relax, I forgot my pimp hat and shoes at home anyway.
sunshine, now why would I want an in depth discussion of oral sex, or sex of any sort? Sheesh, are all you Canadians such perverts? Must be the getting snowed in all the time. ;-)
Flannery has often asked me what the jars in the garage are for and I respond, "These are my dribbles for Randal!"
Doc
explosionary? I used one,once. Didn't help the hemorrhoids one bit. I guess I shoulda used Preperation H Bomb.
So, you want the comments to be more explosionary than your post. Why that's outrageous, it's the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard, it's just not possible, when I was a boy . . . I going to write a letter to the editor about this, it's a sad state of affairs, you will be hearing from my attorney young man.
Yeah, comments can get out there fer sher. Especially here in the Randal Zone. Of course when in Rome..........
Holy crap man, your brains are dribbling out your ears. Been gone long time only to return and find all's right with the world and your brains are still dribbling out your ears.
Graves you swine! You've been reading what's left of my gray matter.
I disagree wholeheartedly with this post. It's completely wrong!
You liberals and your Obamacare worship and it's all Bush's fault oh those mean conservatives lol and now you want the government to take over your lives cause you can't afford a doctor or pay your mortgage waaaahh
The above sentence is my imitation of my own resident troll. I could send her over here if you'd like.
I could go off on a tirade, a non-joking tirade, about how the down job market seems to enable employers to thoughtlessly mess with the lives of people and their families.
Instead, I will tell you that I have this horribly guilty impulse to make and consume a chili pie made with Fritos. That is not natural, or healthy. I think it is my way of slowly committing suicide to get out from under the thumb of the previously alluded to indentured servitude.
Explosionary ? From now on I have been advised to refrain from such explosions coming from my mental digestive tract.
An alliance of local churches, several civic organizations,the chamber of commerce, the town and county government, plus a nice sized mob claiming to be a Committee for Public Safety and Decency outside my house with torches and pitchforks has me under close scrutiny for my liberal tendencies.
I saw the French auto de fé and nearly walked away, then my eyes alighted on Taco Bell, and something began to stir deep inside me.
Then, it passed quickly out of me.
Also, you need more romance in your life.
I knew it. Those were toadstools in the Thanksgiving dressing — at least in the portion you got, Randal. Please, see your toxicologist today.
Graves, you swine!
I thought your brain dribbled out a different orafice, long ago. Did I miss something?
Regards,
Tengrain
A cynic is a man who, when he smells flowers, looks around for a coffin.
HL Mencken
Since l'Ennui is a Salon for Modern Cynics I thought I'd add a comment by a master.
Randal, don't ask why but when I saw this photo I thought of you. Well, I thought you'd get a kick out of it. Or maybe I thought your missus would get a kick out of it. Anyway, enjoy.
doc, better than moonshine!
okjimm, the proctologist starts in five minutes.
holte, will the attorney be carrying a briefcase bomb?
mrmacrum, exactly, because you all are completely normal otherwise and I will continue to say so.
utah, changing takes effort so why change?
demeur, much more effective than reading tea leaves!
tom, that lisa weirdo is back? Must have gone to get Horatio Alger's picture tattooed on her ass.
übermilf, that would make a lovely intro to today's post. The chili pie, not the molotovs tossed at our greedy engine of consumption.
BB, honestly, I'm surprised you haven't had your tires slashed or had Glenn Beck performing The Christmas Sweater on your front lawn. If that ever happens, please film it, I love Plan 9-esque fare.
christopher, ha! Be sure to tip your waitress.
übermilf, I loathe thee.
SWA, I ate Princess Toadstool? Mario is gonna be pissed.
tengrain, I don't always think with that brain.
susan, funny you should mention that, almost got sideswiped last night by the van of a florist jetting out of the Emergency Room drive.
anon, exactly.
SWA, now that's excellent. Though I figure if I haven't been offed after 17+, I'm probably home free.
Über,
Dammit, Tesh was ruled cruel and unusual by U.N. Council For Prevention of Human Rights Abuse!
You might need a tissue for your tissues. ;o)
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