Apparently our Patsy Pantload thinks I’m just meeeeeaaaaaan. And is it just me or does anyone else get a whiff of oh-so-bitter, those bastards never really appreciated my brilliance back in high school, no one can ever know my pain, teenage sense of projection on Teh Pantload’s part from this particular sentence?
Then again, considering her usual standard of political criticism, it isn't too hard to imagine Lulu as a wannabe hanger-on of her high school's football team captain, swooning while that all-man manly-man gives swirlies to the captain of the chess club.
I'm pretty sure it's not just me.
Hey CC ... I know we’ve never really discussed a raise before but, thanks to Patsy, I’m willing to settle for a pink baby T with the following on it — preferably in glitter.
Canadian Cynic Temple of Sycophantic Groupthink High Priestess Lulu ... Be afraid. Be very afraid.
Now I ask you — would I not be the absolute boooooomb in that?
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so, now we know that twatsie was also the captain of the chess club (we already knew he's never been kissed)....
KEvron
LuLu, you need a tiara.
Even without it, being a High Priestess must ROCK.
God bless LuLu.
Actually, I'm getting Him to bless a whole whack of stuff today. It's been a while. But you're first.
it isn't too hard to imagine Lulu as a wannabe hanger-on of her high school's football team captain, swooning while that all-man manly-man gives swirlies to the captain of the chess club.
I think Twatsy's confusing high school with an episode of Saved by the Bell.
Ol' Twats should realise that his memories of that time are probably clouded by all those years sitting in his parents basement, all zitty and melancholic and dateless.
"I’m willing to settle for a pink baby T with the following on it — preferably in glitter."
Please post a pic, along with the matching shoes...
"..hateful little she-devil"
Ah, well at least I know now what Twatrick wants for Christmas. Daddy said to ask your Mommy.
It's been a while. But you're first.
Why thank you, Crabby - aren't you sweet.
Did ¢rÄßG®äŠŠ ever give you the six things, your Groupthink High Priestessness?
I'd be more inclined to think PR is not the chess club chief but one of the 'pals' of the bully inflicting the swirly, who would rather be on the 'winning' side instead of being swirled at the first sign of nonconformity. The one who still isn't 'getting the girl'.
That sort resents the 'girl' in the situation because she's getting more attention by being a sexual attractant and not actually 'earning' her place as a TRUE swooner in the manly bully's pack.
As for Lulu, I'd prefer the idea you would take your boots (which are yours) and just go for "She Who Must Be Obeyed" graven on the soles, like any good mythic devi.
LS: I am so busted.
I can't believe LuLu's still talking to me.
This weekend, FOR SURE. I've been thinking about it, hnoestly. I need to take some pictures, so there's a bit of effort required.
I'd be more inclined to think PR is not the chess club chief but one of the 'pals' of the bully inflicting the swirly, who would rather be on the 'winning' side instead of being swirled at the first sign of nonconformity. The one who still isn't 'getting the girl'...
Bingo, Niles.
And remember, ladies ... he's single.
And just in case anyone's wondering, I already have a tiara ... and glittery pink shoes.
I am so busted.
Do I get to win the thread? And not that teasing temporary declaration before someone else wrenches it away...
This weekend, FOR SURE.
Well, your plans for an erection were apparently dashed earlier this week again. So, being a non-fright winger, that should give you hours to "get things done".
And remember, ladies ... he's single.
What an unfathomable mystery!
You win the thread, but I've heard that they just switched to ribbons. No more trophies.
Yeah, another quiet weekend ahead. I hope these repugnant images (both actual and mental) don't become a weekly thing, but it's tough with the current landscape.
"I hope these repugnant images (both actual and mental) don't become a weekly thing"
then i suppose i shoulnd't evoke the image of twats polishing his pawn....
KEvron
"And remember, ladies ... he's single.
What an unfathomable mystery!"
and a terminal condition most likely.
KEvron: "then I suppose I shouldn't evoke the image of twats polishing his pawn..."
Yes, if you could avoid even a breath of a word that might bring an image like that to mind, it would be really good.
And as little as possible of Five Feet of Furball.
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