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By: Ann Althouse's fragile psyche

Ann Althouse's fragile psyche — Sat, 10 Mar 2007 11:49:53 +0000

“I have a Google alert for my own name, set up to email me as soon as it happens. I monitor the use of my name for occasions just like this.”

And thus the fair professor sadly sums up her entire raison dâ€™Ãªtre – to boost me her fragile psyche. I am such a burden to her.

I suggest the proprietors slip in “Ann Althouse” in every post from now on.
It will be funny for you since she will continually get annoying alerts, but it will also help me since Ann will know someone else thinks about her all the time as well.

By: Fat Twat

Fat Twat — Fri, 09 Mar 2007 19:41:01 +0000

I take umbrage at your incivility!

By: Republic of Palau

Republic of Palau — Fri, 09 Mar 2007 13:17:25 +0000

Svlad Jelly said,

March 9, 2007 at 2:36

ann althouse is the kindest, warmest, most wonderful human being Iâ€™ve ever known in my life

So you were in on the anal gangbang as well, eh? Or did she let you fluff for her?

I’m all for incivility, but that was just twattish.

By: a different brad

a different brad — Fri, 09 Mar 2007 06:18:58 +0000

Y’know, I wish I had photoshop abilities.
Cause then I could whip up a cover to mizzzzzzz althouse’s porn debut, and put it somewhere on the internests she’d see it, maybe even nudge her over towards it somehow.
but that would be oh, so wrong.
mhm

By: Cutler John

Cutler John — Fri, 09 Mar 2007 04:17:05 +0000

You have to take a number and wait your turn before you can make that joke, Jillian. Too many people have waited too long to say it.

By: Svlad Jelly

Svlad Jelly — Fri, 09 Mar 2007 00:36:56 +0000

ann althouse is the kindest, warmest, most wonderful human being Iâ€™ve ever known in my life

So you were in on the anal gangbang as well, eh? Or did she let you fluff for her?

By: Jillian

Jillian — Fri, 09 Mar 2007 00:04:11 +0000

Now that Baudrillard is dead, can we know that he ever existed at all?

By: Jean Baudrillard

Jean Baudrillard — Thu, 08 Mar 2007 23:44:52 +0000

I’m dead, and it was all the Ann Althouse simulacra that did it to me.

No French philosopher can stand up to a Midwestern narcissist– the irony vacuum destroys us.

By: isaac

isaac — Thu, 08 Mar 2007 23:17:46 +0000

ann althouse is the kindest, warmest, most wonderful human being Iâ€™ve ever known in my life

By: Black NASCAR Star

Black NASCAR Star — Thu, 08 Mar 2007 21:56:10 +0000

I am, in fact, the real Paleolithic Ann Althouse.

I am also Ann Althouse the Hun, Ann Cuneiformalthouse, The Taming of the Ann Althouse, Black Ann Althouse, Ann Fieldmouse, Ann Persand, Ann Tonym, Cambodiann Althouse, Ann Thropomorphic and Bad Acid Trip Ann Althouse.

But I am not Annalthouse of pancakes, which is quite possibly the best of show thus far.

By: Slim Shady

Slim Shady — Thu, 08 Mar 2007 21:50:57 +0000

Please stand up.

By: Dirty Sanchez

Dirty Sanchez — Thu, 08 Mar 2007 21:34:40 +0000

But not when we were done, eh, vato?

By: Pedro

Pedro — Thu, 08 Mar 2007 21:32:16 +0000

She was very tight, muchachos.

By: "Anal Ann" Althouse

"Anal Ann" Althouse — Thu, 08 Mar 2007 21:19:20 +0000

I donâ€™t understand this. Is this the real me or not? How is anyone supposed to tell?

I can honestly state that I, Ann Althouse, am the real me, Ann Althouse, and thus all you other Ann Althouses are, in fact, not. Thus it is that I, Ann Althouse, am able to collect the $50 in smack that was promised to me, Ann Althouse, for letting 30 well-endowed latino landscapers assfuck me, Ann Althouse, for 3 hours.

By: An Outhouse

An Outhouse — Thu, 08 Mar 2007 20:45:48 +0000

Ok, the gig’s up.

[ Rips off latex An Outhouse suit to reveal.... A.N.Otherouthouse.]

Curses! I’d've gotten away with it too, if it hadn’t been for youse pesky kids.

By: Y.G. Brown

Y.G. Brown — Thu, 08 Mar 2007 20:41:45 +0000

If there were Ann Althouse awards (the “Althouses”) for the best Ann Althouse Comment by an individual in the role of Ann Althouse, I’d vote for Paleolithic Ann Althouse:

“Wisconsin is still a tundra. There are no trees taller than my eyes. I subsist on lichen, winterberries and very small arctic char. Voles nibble at my toes as I take evening shelter in the gut cavity of a wooly mammoth.”

Even the real Ann Althouse would concur that, as Ann Althouse comments by individuals in the role of Ann Althouse go, this is a truly outstanding Ann Althouse comment by an individual in the role of Ann Althouse.

Unless, however, this comment was in fact written by the real Ann Althouse. I can never tell.

By: fardels bear

fardels bear — Thu, 08 Mar 2007 20:27:38 +0000

Since I’m using my real fake name here, let me just say that, as an impartial, nonpartisan observer there is simply no way to tell that all these Ann Althouses aren’t the real one.

I have no choice but to assume all these posts are from the real Ann Althouse. Because, you know, people always mean well. They cluck their thick tongues, and shake their heads and suggest, oh, so very delicately….

By: Ann Althouse

Ann Althouse — Thu, 08 Mar 2007 19:10:37 +0000

They edited it this morning and fresh copies of â€œAnal Annâ€™s House of Ass Poundingâ€? will be shipping this afternoon.

I don’t understand this. Is this the real me or not? How is anyone supposed to tell?

By: "Anal Ann" Althouse

"Anal Ann" Althouse — Thu, 08 Mar 2007 18:58:31 +0000

It’s amazing how fast the porn industry moves. I, Ann Altouse, the one and only, finished shooting last night. They edited it this morning and fresh copies of “Anal Ann’s House of Ass Pounding” will be shipping this afternoon. I, Ann Althouse — or should I say “Anal Ann” Althouse — can now be found in the three-for-one bin of your local adult store. You just have to dig though all the unsold copies of Girls Gone Wild and Transexual Tranny Trainbangs.

By: Ann Althouse

Ann Althouse — Thu, 08 Mar 2007 18:19:01 +0000

I remember a grunge song from my middle age years from the group Poison.
It was called “Rape Me”.
It seems to me that if a grunge group can have a song like that, then it’s OK for law students to cyber stalk female law students.