Libertarian (Ha!) stumbles blindly into a field of rakes

Glenn Harlan Reynolds, aka, Earnest T. Bass esq. casher of government paychecks and collector of Wingnut Welfare tries really hard to find something brilliant and substantive to say about the slutty sluts that lurk in every dark corner of his fevered imagining. Thanks to Roy, I have forced myself to stumble upon something which can not be unseen.

The third graph manages to crash the party and abscond with all of the cakes, booze and anything else not bolted to the foundation. A fucking graduate level thesis could be composed attempting to parse everything that is wrong with the following.

 

She’s also the authoress of a sophomoric psychosexual analysis of the Tsarnaev brothers. To a certain class of women in the media, it’s always about them, and their various mucous membranes.
 

Emphasis mine. Authoress, check, sophomoric, check. The blind squirrel has his nuts in a row, his buddy the Beaver has hewn a log into a Cricket Bat of “IT’S ALWAYS PROJECTION.

To a certain class of women in the media, it’s always about them, and their various mucous membranes.

Heh indeedy, indeed…

It appears that recent adjustments have resulted in the loss of our media library which kind of sucks…Anyway, consider this thread open.

 

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Pupienus Maximus
 

Furts!

Glenn Reynolds is a twatwaffle.

Reprised from the last thread:
So we were riding north out of Enterprise and I couldn’t remember whether the next town was “Clarkson” or “Clarkston.” Wasn’t until I saw a sign with mileage to both Clarkston WA and Lewiston ID that I finally tumbled to it. After all these years.

tsam – we might return through Spokane. Teh Ho wants to see Coeur d’Alene which pretty much forces us through Spokane.

 
Big Bad Bald Bastard
 

Vacuous no brains writes about mucous membranes.

 
 

Doc visit complete. No bloodwork needed. Not manic. I was concerned maybe I was. Too many great ideas and too little sleep. Adjust the meds, eh? Naw — you’re just “happy.” It’s “normal,” she said (that’s what she said, but it’d never happened to me, before, swear).
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Jeebus Krispy Kreme Krist on a pogo stick with a side of freedom fried potatoes, I go away for a while and LOOK WHAT HAPPENS.

*shakes head* I bet the damn hamsters aren’t even hamsters anymore. You’re running the blog on ferrets now!

 
Big Bad Bald Bastard
 

Fuchin’ ferrets!

 
 

Ferrets is practically chickens.

 
 

No, not ferrets, geeps.

 
 

FYWP, I’m not typing too fast.

 
 

Odd, isn’t it, how the Teabaggers and their obsession with American Revolution cosplay keep forgetting the last part of “taxation without representation“. Or maybe not.

 
 

Pup–that sucks. I’m in Minnesota this week. Deer Lake.
You guys will like Coeur D’Alene. The lake is amazing. Get off and walk along Sherman–some cool places and a small but cool art gallery.

 
 

Tsam, you should try to meet up with bbkf.

 
 

I came for the mucous membranes, but ended up staying for the ferrets.

Provider Une! Whatya doin’ here? Glad to see you with your own megaphone!

 
 

I came for the mucous membranes, but ended up staying for the ferrets.

Isn’t that always how it works out?

 
 

She’s also the authoress of a sophomoric psychosexual analysis of the Tsarnaev brothers. To a certain class of women in the media, it’s always about them, and their various mucous membranes.
How do you get from “she wrote about the psychology of two violent males” to “women, it’s always about them“?

Also, no “Gravity’s Rainbow” nose-sex references. I am disappoint.

 
 

Pup–that sucks. I’m in Minnesota this week. Deer Lake.

Oh sure, that’s fine. Go see bbkf the ONE TIME we are ever likely to be anywhere near Spokane. I understand.

Just setting up camp somewhere north of Missoula. Lolo Pass was very pretty.

“You guys will like Coeur D’Alene. The lake is amazing. Get off and walk along Sherman–”

Check. Though now he’s making noises about Yellowstone …

 
 

Also, we’re those prairie dogs I saw up there at 5300 feet at Lolo pass? They looked like small squirrels but seemed to be eating insects and probably ground nesting. Not chipmunk coloration at all and way bigger than chippitymonkers.

 
 

I came for the mucous membranes, but ended up staying for the ferrets.
Isn’t that always how it works out?

Usually white powder is involved as an intermediate step.

 
 

Those were likely marmots-a close cousin of the prairie dog. They’re something of a mascot to the inland northwest because they’re everywhere and hilarious and cute.

 
 

And I can’t go see bbkf. I’ve got a bunch if teenagers in tow and a long list of my girlfriend’s family to visit. We’re busy from waking to passing out. This place is gorgeous. Low lands with coastal style vegetation and trees. You can totally tell that you’re sitting in the wake of one of the Great Lakes that has receded since the last ice age. Also, GFs dad has a garage full if stupidly awesome shit. Several old OLD Harley Davidsons, a 59 Vette, 41 Ford, and all manner of cool old not junk. His place is a giant anachronism.

 
 

And I can’t go see bbkf. I’ve got a bunch if teenagers in tow and a long list of my girlfriend’s family to visit

hey, now! you’re only like, 5 hours away! but just because you have a bunch of family commitments…you know, wev…

 
 

Apparently Glenn didn’t get the memo explaining the effect of poor use of sexual innuendo. In the context of whining about bitchez steelin are rights and whatnot, innuendo just makes the author (or authoress if we’re being a condescending fuckbucket) look like a total creepZoid.

 
 

What town are you in, bbkf?

 
 

right now, ortonville…

 
 

Those poor rakes. I hope they were able to scrape off the thick coating of smegma The Greynolds leaves where ever he goes.

 
 

Any Sadlies in the Richmond VA area?

I have layovers there all next week.

 
 

I hope they were able to scrape off the thick coating of smegma The Greynolds leaves where ever he goes.

Oh, thanks ever so much for that image, gag.

I’ll have to bookmark it in case I ever need an ipecac.

 
 

De rien, Pere Ubu.

Major K – if you bump into Eric Cantor tell him I said “Ha ha ha ha ha ahha ahahahaha! Pfbfbffffrt!”

In other news, am I the only one whose cookies keep getting tossed outta here?

 
 

As to the missing toiletshops et al, you should be able to peruse the Interbutts Archive and salvage at least some of the stuff for future use.

Just a thought.

 
 

fuwp

 
 
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