June 24, 2005
I'll admit it: I was depressed when my comments quit working.
This blog would not be NEARLY as much fun to operate without my commenters. Some of the regulars are real hoots and I enjoy reading what they have to say, whether they agree with me or not. Those are clever people who are good with words. I also find some excellent blog-fodder in the really spittle-flecked, hateful comments I occasionally receive.
Of course, I pick up the occasional troll (that just goes with the territory) and I have "pundits" such as JB and PJ who regurgitate the same windy asininity over and over again, no matter what the subject. Well... that goes with the territory, too.
Reading those two reminds me of another gem of wisdom my father gave me when I was young: Don't own a dog if you never want to step in dog-shit. And, yeah, I believe that both of them write dog-shit comments. Got-dam, you two!!! Can't you have an original thought instead of repeating the same cant over and over again? And express it BRIEFLY?
No... you two can't. If you could, you would have done it by now. That rut is just impossible to get out of, isn't it?
That's okay. I'll put up the the JBs and the PJs of the world just so I can have comments from people who make me laugh and make me think. Some of my commenters are more entertaining than I am.
They don't ride one-trick ponies, either.
I'll admit it, I come back to read the comments on a daily basis. Does that make me a commentwhore now?
It's a good thing I am self-employed or I would have been fired long a go for fucking off here everyday. I enjoy reading the blog and comments, some are hilarious, some are bullshit but it is all entertaining Thanks A-man
Comments are good. If we weren't here for the comments and the conversation, we would all be toting notebooks. That is the whole point in posting in a public forum...or even allowing them in response to posts.
I just want to hook up with a British chick and pretend that this is a chatroom.
Yeah, I guess I'd be guilty of the whole comment whore thing...I'm here multiple times a day looking for new stuff to get my heart rate up. It beats a treadmill any day of the week LOL.
I keep coming back because you are living proof that contrary to common yankee thinking, rednecks can chew tocacco and walk at the same time. It is just the spiiting they have problems with.
I heard a good one you might enjoy:
Some people are like Slinkies ...
Not really good for anything,
But they still bring a smile to your face when you push them down a flight of stairs.
Hooked on comments too.
Keep checking back on this one to see who's gonna regurgitate dog-shit cant first!
The major difference between this place and any pub is that it takes forever to get a drink around here...
But really, where else can you go and exchange ideas (okay "argue") with folks while wearing your pajamas and pith helmet (or in my case, CT Dept of Corrections bra and panties) Eh?
Like I told you ignorant white people, this acne cyst in the middle of my forehead has cause my left eye to swell to the point I can't open it. So I continue to read the Acidbrain everyday out of my right eye as I jack off to the ignorance of his facist commenters.
Spat, spat, spat...
My two inch dick can only take so much.
OWWWW! Boy! That cyst just erupted. I can see now!
I look at my puter screen and I can't tell what fluid is what.
My mind is no longer clouded with puss.
I hope my intelligence has entertained you for today.
Panthas Rule! Live on!
It's like a dance, and the exchange makes all the difference.
Hmmm. PJ, JB. Put 'em together you get PJB.
Now who have I heard of with those initials..?
Mc G has discovered that witticism requires little or no logical mental abilities.
Impressive . . . Must be pressing for the status of No. 1 groupie.
//windy asininity //
GREAT phrase. that's why *i* read you. you're a crotchety, mysogynistic son of a bitch, but you write about it beautifully.