Whata’ dick.

http://www.nytimes.com/2005/01/08/opinion/8brooks.html

The fact is, your bias against reality will cost you readers.

Gary? Concern trolling is so unbecoming of you.

Besides, you know, we have all those deep Hollywood pockets. Don’t worry about the costs: Jesus willl provide.

Liberal double standards Clyde. Liberal hypocrisy.

A pet dog missed the family’s dead cat so much that he dug up his grave and brought the body back into the house.
There’s no justice! How come when a dog digs up a grave and drags the body home to bed, everyone thinks it’s cute; but when I
It’s liberal fascism, I tell ya!

Are you a virgin? I think you are.

Gotta go to bed. Bacardi and Diet is killing me. In a very pleasant but hard-to-type way.

Enuf said. Jonah the Whale is a patronage moron who is lucky to have been writing all his life, besides being a wingnut-welfare recipient. Why bother with his welfare ass?

And Bobo’s intereesting theory on economics rates his own self right up there with Jonah the intellectual.

I’ve said it before: Why didn’t I go “right?” I’d be the smartest fucking guy on Planet Retard. And rich.

Take me out. I deserve it, for not being smart enough to climb on the Wingnut Welfare Train.

And Dingleberries was the name of a short-lived pickup bar near Coolidge Corner, Brookline (MA) back in the late ’70′s.

Their short-livedness might’ve been due to their slogan – ‘Where singles on the mingle get down to the dingle.’

Like this delightful tidbit

The Times reports:

A pet dog missed the family’s dead cat so much that he dug up his grave and brought the body back into the house.

When Oscar’s owners woke up the next morning they discovered the dog curled up beside Arthur, the late cat, in his basket.

His owners, Robert Bell, 73, and his wife, Mavis, of Wigan, Greater Manchester, believe that the dog had licked the cat clean before falling asleep.

Mr Bell said that the two pets were constant companions. Arthur, who was a large cat, used to help Oscar to climb on to the sofa.

The moose may be an objectophile. The caption reads Apparently the “courtship” went on for eight hours and the bison was moved eight inches forward on its pedestal.

Hee hee. I think I’ve told you guys before, everybody in this little bitty condo complex is from taiwan. It’s like serious segregation. I rent from my taiwanese landlord, so I’m the gaijin.

My neighbors are conflicted. They recognize that I’m a big stupid, but they also get that I like them and I respect their history and culture, even while I won’t be a party to their happy little racisms. But they do shake their heads and giggle at my behaviors, which makes me behave a little more outrageously because, well, it entertains them, and they are really nice people.

So when I have to run out the door and dance around in the rain, or when my friend kimberley comes over and we waltz in the cul de sac, or when I try to explain to the young gangsters that I don’t have a problem with them, per se, but if they keep trying to set up shop selling crack in the cul de sac, where we have families and children, I won’t be happy about it, but I WILL kill them and bury their bodies in the foothills.

Ultimately, we have fun, and to be honest, they forgive my idiosyncrasies much more than other Caucasians ever have…

mikey

Republican Economic Principles.