I look forward to the part where he tells his lappers how “disgraceful” the Mets security team was to him. You know, how they didn’t lay down palm leaves for him to walk on, how they refused to let him explain how he really did deserve to be there without a pass. Things like that.
OR!
He’ll pull a falafel, and say how the whole thing is behind him now, and he’ll never talk about it again. Which is wingnut speak for, “Boy, I got caught, and caught HARD.”

I would have cut it after “wearing,” cuz pants were the obvious zing zang.

Give Bill a listen. Not on this topic, but Bill’s so seldom on topic anyway…

http://meatbeetles.blogspot.com/2007/05/holy-you-know-what.html

Wingnut entitlements have gone too far.

Is it fixed now?

Poor exhausted hamsters.

O’Reilly broke Sadly no!!!!

I hope the hamsters are alright!

Hi. My name is mikey and I’m a Sadlyholic. Yeah. I had this moment of clarity today, man, when I couldn’t get a fix. I’m tellin ya, it sucked, dude. I’m sitting here at work and I couldn’t get any snark, I couldn’t get what I needed, y’know? Oh I tried Tbogg, I tried World o crap, but without s.z. it doesn’t have the punch. I tried Roy, I tried Clif, it’s just no good. When you’re good and strung mainlining the real thing, you can’t even get a decent buzz on that other shit.

I mean c’mon, man, I’m at WORK fer fucks sake. What am I supposed to do here when I can’t read Sadly, No? You can only play pinball for so long. Then, there’s just nothing. Oh sure, I hear you saying, I could do some work. Yeah, right. I do that they’re gonna start expecting it. Screw that.

So maybe I’ve hit rock bottom…

mikey

mikey, it can get worse. I used to have a major problem with another place. Sure, it’s all fun and games when you’re meeting smart, hot young gals who practically throw themselves at you, but there’s a dark underbelly involving deaf pedophile meth addicts who are so funny you can’t stop watching them mangle the english language no matter how much what they’re saying offends you.
…. or something.

12 Steps of Sadlyholics Pseudonymous

We admitted we were powerless over snark–that our lives had become dismissively cynical.
Came to believe that a Power greater than ourselves (Gavin) could restore us to sanity.
Made a decision to turn our will and our lives over to the care of Bradrocket as we understood Him.
Made a searching and fearless moral inventory of various batshit-crazy wingnuts.
Admitted to Bradrocket, to ourselves and to another human being the exact nature of our wrongs (mostly lookism).
Were entirely ready to have Brad remove all the lint from our coin-op clothes dryers and bellybuttons.
Humbly asked Marie Jon’ to remove our trousers.
Made a list of all persons we had snarked, and became willing to snark them again at our earliest possible convenience.
Made direct jokes about such people wherever possible, especially when to do so would infuriate them or others.
Continued to take whatever sophisticated adult refreshments happen to be at hand and when we were wrong promptly start a new thread.
Sought through drunk-commenting and YouTube-linking to improve our conscious contact with HTML Mencken, as we understood Him, asking only that he not carry so much of a grudge next time, maybe.
Having had a intellectual awakening as the result of these steps, we tried to carry this message to other Sadlynauts, and to practice these principles in all our affairs.

Uh, so, evidently HTML list tags work fine in the preview, but get stripped on the POST.

Better gay hamsters, please.

I’m at home, with the work computer, meself.

I wonder if S,N! will choose to remember my info, or just challenge my spam and forget, like usual? *sniff*

P.S. You’ll never take me alive, Gavin!

*sniff*

I see, said the blind man as he picked up his hammer and saw. What S,N! objects to is mi casa

Because my whine with the totally fictitious http://anonymous.blogspot.com/

went unchallenged, and Sadly, DOH!! even remembered my “personal” information. And no, I’m not Joke Line™³²®©!

Humbly asked Marie Jon’ to remove our trousers.

kingubu, I’m not so much into MJ’. Can I replace this with professing my undying love for Gavin?

What if you change it to: Humbly asked Marie Jon to remove Gavin’s trousers? (in a gentle and god-fearing manner, of course.)

Hmmm. But kingubu, Bradrocket, as I understand Him, is fundamentally wrong. The undying truth is Yankees yay, Bosox nay, and though I deeply respect Bradrocket’s right to be wrong in this, how can I give myself over to Him?

Oh diffbrad, how can you concern yourself with such trivial Yankee matters, when the College World Series is on? Verily I say to thee, GO BEAVERS!

Can I replace this with professing my undying love for Gavin?

Sure thing, Marita. In fact, I’ll even share the secret to stealing Gavin’s heart. Learn to do this and he’ll be putty in your hands.

I deeply respect Bradrocket’s right to be wrong in this, how can I give myself over to Him?

How is obviously entirely up to you, adb, but I suspect the capitulation ritual is probably going to involve a plunger at some point.

I thought this would be coordinated via atrios, so that maybe Tbogg and the editors or something could take up the slack, right? (actually Tbogg posted a bunch this morning)

the capitulation ritual is probably going to involve a plunger at some point.

Umm, yuck? What ever happened to just rolling over and exposing your belly? Seems like a better approach to me…

Just sayin….

mikey

Umm, yuck?

Don’t look at me, mikey. adiffbrad is the one with the mysterious plunger fixation. I was only tailoring the message to the audience.

Shouldn’t it be “Sadly, nolic”, instead of “sadlyholic”?

Plunger fixation?
Do I even have a plunger?
*checks*
I do, guess he’s right.

a different brad said,

March 18, 2007 at 21:57

Y’know, in a way it’s almost reassuring that the AP ran this article, instead of a wingnut.
It’d really mess with my worldview if a wingnut said it’s ok to waste money.
Lives, whatevah.
But money?
Sheeeeeeit.
Capital is what jebus hides in.
With a golden plunger up his arse, too.

Thought I remembered more like this but the Great Gazoogle says Sadly, no.

So, that’s like 4 failed attempts at humor in one thread, for me. I think maybe I need a nap or something.

Look, I was still in my 20s back then. I was young and foolish. Now I’m into spoons.
……what?

In fact, I’ll even share the secret to stealing Gavin’s heart.

As a British comedienne once said, “The way to a man’s heart is through his vest pocket with a breadknife”.

Personally I’d use a cook’s knife, but everyone has their favourites.

Spoons? What?

Verily I say to thee, GO BEAVERS!

Forsooth, I am down with that.

Spoons? What?
Poke him with a wooden spoon. See if he’s real.

These spoons – are they warmed or chilled?

Just curious…

Thanks to special technology developed by my cat the spoons are both warmed and chilled. The rims of the spoon are warmed, the depression chilled, on both sides.

Diffvbrad: Ooo, *want*.

THERE IS NO SPOON