skip to main |
skip to sidebar
An evening of douchebaggery. Bring money.
Why, yes, I'm available ... why do you ask?
P.S. There was talk of an admission charge, but I'm not sure if it will be mandatory, or just donations of whatever you can spare. That page should be updated shortly.
P.P.S. OK, five bucks max. You can afford that.
19 comments:
There will be a subsequent Q/A session, during which outraged audience members will be allowed to vent until told to put a sock in it,
I hope that you have "gibberish to english" translators on hand...
I hope you have metal detectors at all entrances.
And the sad thing about that quip, LS, is that it's not ridiculous hyperbole.
I'll bring some spare socks, LOL,...
They don't have to matching do they?
Forget metal detectors. Better have one of those truck scales on hand to make sure the building doesn't exceed structural weight limits if more than two right wing wanks try to crash it.
Metal detectors or mental detectors?
Either would do, I guess. Just set the grinder to fine so you don't miss any unsuspected lumps that might squirm through... ;)
WV: terfoo
(Trying to figure out if I'm supposed to say, "geshundheit!" or, "Backatcha!")
i'll rummage the sofa for bus fare....
KEvron, missing all the fun.
ps, bring a cameraman, cc. document.
"... his carefully-acquired co-bloggers "LuLu" and "Pretty Shaved Ape" ..."
Hey, I was 'carefully aquired'!
In the name of love, carefull, ... nevermind
- - -
Okay, every time I read the comments, someone has already beat me to what I was so eloquently going to express.
Even the good humour is already taken.
... using a combination of awesome intellect, devastating logic and, sometimes, just calling people "douchebags" when the situation calls for it.
And sometimes, logic and intellect having failed, I call people fucking douchebags. I mean, what're ya supposed to do with idiots that are beyond reasoning with?
I will object to the slanderous libel that you just call people douchebags. That is the frustrated and eventuall epitaph that douchebags, that don't get 'logic and intellect', inspire.
Hmmm, BTs got that plan backwards. They go for the douchebag pronouncement right out of the starting gate and even forego the other part, having made their point, I imagine.
Anyhooo, get to Edmonton and I'll pay good (truly real) money to see this matchup. I'll bring Twatsy! As long as it starts and ends on the same day but I guess that needs be pointed out. Fuckheads mustn't always be able to figure thta kind of shaet out for themselves, so make certain to include it in your announcement.
To wit:
Starts
Friday, July 3rd 2009 at 7:00 pm
Ends
Friday, July 3rd 2009 at 9:00 pm
I had no idea I was carefully acquired -- that's kind of awesome.
Hmm it's about time I put that membership to the Centre to good use...
I am so there, my chance to throw empty peanut shells at CC and toss snarky remarks at him,...
...have they really not worked out that PSA's identity has been common knowledge for, IIRC, about two years now? Ye gods, the searing, agonizing stupid....
You should look into a cross border tour with PZ and the Rude Pundit.
Now that, I'd fly home and pay top dollar for.
oh no i haz been outed, my name is in a big yellow book. and it am alphabetical too. i'll bring a camera, be nice to meet the uncivil hordes.
I'm actually in Toronto on that day I think, so I may be able to stop by and contribute a Laurier.
Well I'm going to try to make it. I would love to see what a bunch of assholes look like.
A word of advice...bring your manners and do NOT make threatening eye contact at all with anyone. I would hate to misunderstand your intentions. I hate unnecessary violence. The smell of people soiling themselves when I get defensive is a memory I would rather forget. With so many of your friends there, I am sure you will make a scary bunch....
I'm assuming that's what passes for wit in the Wankersphere, Dante. The subtle but unmistakable reference to "violence" kind of gives it away.
The smell of people soiling themselves when I get defensive is a memory I would rather forget.
No, that was the smell of you crapping your pants when someone stood up to your pathetic bullying attempts. A most interesting retelling of that incident, John. Yeah it's me. You do remember don't you?
Hahahahahahahaha!
Post a Comment