There’s been a long-running campaign to attack the advertisers for Glenn Beck, and with a fair amount of success despite Beck’s sterling ratings. The common thread is that the Online Left isn’t content to debate these people; they want them to be defunded, unemployed and unheard by the public, while they themselves reap funding from like-minded donors and interest groups.
(In the extreme example, conservative blogger Jeff Goldstein received sufficiently threatening emails towards his then 2-year-old son from a mentally disturbed left-wing stalker that he obtained a restraining order against her.).
[Though this looks like a door unanswered, in point of fact the final period has a rule attached to it which deems the door to have been answered without all the heavy lifting of dragging my ample ass out of this comfy La-Z-Boy and toddling all the way across the room to do so. Life in the new era, excellent when you’re on top. Now fetch me my slippers, boy.]
I think Sam speaks for many of us these days.
“Nothing to be done.”
Don’t I wish.
“Qui tacet consentire videtur.”
I wish I was clever enough to make a joke here.
Banana who? That’s all I got.
Candygram.
Land shark.
Mongo like candy!
We are all born mad. Some remain so.
For someone who has never read Beckett, where’s a good place to start?
Dublin
where’s a good place to start?
Banana creme pie
Shit. That’s what I get for all those nights full of gladiator movies.
Should have said Krapp, right? Right? *tap*tap* ‘stead of shit?….y’know?….ah hell.
I’m waiting!!!
“Who’s there?”
“Census”
“Census who?”
“Census, we have taken leave of.”
Guy goes into a bar.
knock knock
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frappe frappe
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Goddamnit.
link
Greetings:
What’re you waiting for?”
riverrun, past Eve and Adam’s, from swerve of shore to bend of bay, brings us by a commodius vicus of recirculation back to Howth Castle and Environs
So…you’re not talking about Scott Bakula’s character on Quantum Leap?
Cuz that show also had the other guy. The one in Dune. And he was a Cylon later. Didn’t Captain the first Enterprise or anything, but he was good.
Wiki says Beckett died in Paris.
Keeled over with a helluva view.
Good for him.
Reading about him, I bet, wherever he is, like most Irishmen, he still thinks we’re all assholes.
But, thankfully, we’re probably his kinda assholes.
I’m a big fan of your hockey card price guide, sir.
bang on, bang on
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nishizonodrumskin
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NTSB, sir.
We’re going to need access to the train wreck in your basement.
Damn McGehee, you stole mine. It ended with BANG BANG
Btw? who the hell is this Beckett dude? he waasn’t very funny.
Newrouter? “shutup, they explained”
I think he’s Kate Beckett‘s dad.
If so? I’d LOVE to see the mom!!!
conservative blogger Jeff Goldstein
But is he, like, staunch?
The smelly neighbor kid just ripped me off.
Selling Toblerone type candy bars for his soccer team or something.
I think the goddamn things were made during the Ford administration.
Pretty sure one of them was a blunt force murder weapon the kid was just trying to unload.
In short, I think I just bought two boxes of Obamacare from a 10 yr old.
And if the wrong wrapper gets fingerprinted, I’m probably going to jail.
Hope his team looses.
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Alright, who didn’t put the litmus paper back where it belongs.
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And now the specimen goes missing.
*urrrrrp*
We’re sorry, Staunch Party Applicant, but we’ll be needing another gallon.
Who is
That could be a John Cage knock knock joke too, although I suppose he would be the one not saying anything.
Looks up, sees a sign says, “Cheese Sandwiches $3, Hand jobs $4”. Bartender’s a cute girl. Guy says, “Excuse me, miss….”
“But are you the one who gives the hand jobs?” Gal says, “Yes.”
Guy says, “Well, wash those hands and make me a cheese sandwich.”
There wouldn’t even be a knock knock.
Well played Mr Ryan,
Hand washing and cheese sandwiches are constants over here; nice to see someone offering joke like that8-)
still waiting………………..
…because the secret to Fat Burning lies in somewhat-esoteric literary humor.
I’d like to get a few moments on a basketball court with Obama.
Signed,
Jim Lostocuff
Ok, really donald, but you know what I mean.
Knock Knock
Who’s There.
The American Experiment
The American Experiment who?
The American Experiment may not be over. Yet.
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[Though this looks like a door unanswered, in point of fact the final period has a rule attached to it which deems the door to have been answered without all the heavy lifting of dragging my ample ass out of this comfy La-Z-Boy and toddling all the way across the room to do so. Life in the new era, excellent when you’re on top. Now fetch me my slippers, boy.]
hand wring, hand wring
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Cupcakes.
Always when I’m in the shower…