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there IS a difference between a blogacide attempt and a successful blogacide, much like there is a huge difference when it comes to people who attempt real suicide and those who actually put the money (or their gun) where their mouth is. oh noes! was that too callous and insensitive to the millions of people who commit suicide every year? probably. people need to lighten up. sheesh. sorry if i offended anyone when i made light of the haiti situation (which is what i did… made light of it), i did not say anything bad ABOUT it, like omg im so glad it happened or something, pray for more! that would be a terrible thing to say. not that i felt inconvenienced because it was all over the media.
White Chocolate isn’t chocolate!
Wake up, Dave and go get some real chocolate with at least 60% cocoa.
Posted by: Expert Textpert at January 13, 2010 1:28 PM
ROTFLMMFAO…some cheap hooker from bay Ridge who doesn’t even know how to make her mothers’ meatballs thinking that I don’t know that white chocolate isn’t real chocolate.
What’s up? I went to have a drink at Blogacide on 47th, between Lex and Third. It’s on the north side of the street between FUBAR and STFU.
Posted by: CGar at January 13, 2010 1:29 PM
WRONG. You were at Uncle Charlie’s on 46th. I just called Joseph and he told me you’re sitting by the front window drinking your drink of “Anything with Bitters”
I have a large old mirror that has a thin mple veneer frame around it. I have it on the bed in the guest room/office on a tarp and have been scrapping off the veneer so I can sand and paint it for the babies room.
Anyhoo…my cat Lou sees the scrapper sitting in the moddle of the mirror so she lays down next to the frame on her back and is reaching back over her head to take whacks at the scrapper. It starts to spin like the dial on the twister board she freaks. She jumps up does the crouch down going into attack wiggling her butt mode and LEAPS at it. What happens? As she’s coming down she sees her reflection in the mirror as another cat jumping back at her. She hits the mirror jumps straight back up about 4 feet into the air with every shred if fur standing on end like a giant black powder puff. She screeches and takes off like a lunatic running downstairs. All I heard was claws on wood.
there IS a difference between a blogacide attempt and a successful blogacide, much like there is a huge difference when it comes to people who attempt real suicide and those who actually put the money (or their gun) where their mouth is. oh noes! was that too callous and insensitive to the millions of people who commit suicide every year? probably. people need to lighten up. sheesh. sorry if i offended anyone when i made light of the haiti situation (which is what i did… made light of it), i did not say anything bad ABOUT it, like omg im so glad it happened or something, pray for more! that would be a terrible thing to say. not that i felt inconvenienced because it was all over the media.
*rob*
Did anyone see anything about this new punctuation mark for indicating sarcasm?
http://02d9656.netsoljsp.com/SarcMark/modules/user/commonfiles/loadhome.do
Sounds a little stupid how this company wants to “sell” it to you! Who knows though, it could be the next cable TV…
Well I read Montrose’s post (yes all of it) and agree with everything she said.
CGar, welcome back! Unfortunately, you did not set the record for shortest blogicide, which I believe Rob still holds at 6 minutes flat.
White Chocolate isn’t chocolate!
Wake up, Dave and go get some real chocolate with at least 60% cocoa.
Posted by: Expert Textpert at January 13, 2010 1:28 PM
ROTFLMMFAO…some cheap hooker from bay Ridge who doesn’t even know how to make her mothers’ meatballs thinking that I don’t know that white chocolate isn’t real chocolate.
What’s up? I went to have a drink at Blogacide on 47th, between Lex and Third. It’s on the north side of the street between FUBAR and STFU.
Posted by: CGar at January 13, 2010 1:29 PM
WRONG. You were at Uncle Charlie’s on 46th. I just called Joseph and he told me you’re sitting by the front window drinking your drink of “Anything with Bitters”
File this under cat going bat shit:
I have a large old mirror that has a thin mple veneer frame around it. I have it on the bed in the guest room/office on a tarp and have been scrapping off the veneer so I can sand and paint it for the babies room.
Anyhoo…my cat Lou sees the scrapper sitting in the moddle of the mirror so she lays down next to the frame on her back and is reaching back over her head to take whacks at the scrapper. It starts to spin like the dial on the twister board she freaks. She jumps up does the crouch down going into attack wiggling her butt mode and LEAPS at it. What happens? As she’s coming down she sees her reflection in the mirror as another cat jumping back at her. She hits the mirror jumps straight back up about 4 feet into the air with every shred if fur standing on end like a giant black powder puff. She screeches and takes off like a lunatic running downstairs. All I heard was claws on wood.
Good thing we haven’t redone the floors yet!
synopsis anyone?
Lol. CGar, remember us when you get that talk show/book deal/Nobel.
too long, didn’t read