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?