that I kind of go around writing web log posts in my head, while not actually writing them on the web log. Dear Insty, how can our nanobot helpers allow an army of thought bloggers to become reality. I would love to see the technorati pings on “Wow, that poop smelled bad. Oh crap, did I think that on the blog? I’m so embarrassed. Good thing I, Pinko Punko, am anonymous, and didn’t just out myself by thinking my real name. Oh shit. I did. Both.” The only thing I can add to that certainly unfortunate enterprise would be that the Secret Service would have their plates full. And we’re not just talking chuckles here. Anyway, just think of the arrangement as less content, but more filter.
An example: I mentioned previously that an airport cobag had laid me so low. Some well-heeled Chazmonaut talking on his celly-o to some dude “Sc*tt” whom cobag kept calling “Sc*tt” by his name “Sc*tt” in that way you do with your not really friends when you are annoyed with them, like [deleted for my safety]. Anyway, he was mentally pissing his pants over and over about Hezbollah and Iran and was advocating that due to their fanaticism, the only way to handle the sitch, cuz they were DETERMINED to nuke Israel, would be to attack Iran immediately. OK. S. T. F. U. And I felt bad for Sc*tt because Sc*tt could not get off the phone with cobag. Who kept talking down to him, Sc*tt, for the entire gate to listen to. And I didn’t get to go to Popeye’s. So I never told you about that. Mostly because this post by Kung Fu Monkey summed it all up. What needed to be said? Nothing.
this pinko punko needs therapy.
KFmonkey kicks ass at writing stuff in a persuasive way, though i may not always agree wi’ him
Whenever there’s a new terror plot, everyone should immediately run outside and fling their Hello Kitty panties into the air.
Or Keroppi boxers.
Or both – so as to bring about kitten vs frog aerial-undie laser dogfights.
Note that this probably should only be done by those whose undies are still clean though. Those who still cower in the shadow of Bush’s codpiece can send their laundry bills to Crawford. Or perhaps the actual laundry.
Is this why you call it poop shooting?
Yeah, I’d feel pretty bad too if my name were Scatt.
Crap, I just know that’s my name that’s been redacted. Somebody needs to sign the OI pledge before I get outed and bad things happen…
to jeff Goldstein’s imaginary poodle?
The difference is, we only read that you’re thinking about poop. When Insty thinks about poop, it actually puts poop on his blog.
Instapooper.
insta-grundo
No, AG has been completely redacted. And banned.
Banned from all blogs linked to this blog. Including non-blogs that share the bloggo template of new information hourly.
I’d like to bring this to your own personal attention (via eschaton). Stole from Pinko Punko!!!
Man I would be pissed if some cob nobbler got in the way of me and Popeye’s biscuits.
It was bad stomach management on my part, but that dude just rubbed it in.