12 Replies to “The “the if penny arcades really were penny arcades post” post”

1. DarthLevin says:

   January 26, 2011 at 11:47 am

   You just bought yourself a trip to the People’s Healthful and Enjoyment Food And Happy Camp, mister.

   Snickers bar, indeed. Who do you think you are, a guest at a White House 4k Cal State Dinner?

2. McGehee says:

   January 26, 2011 at 12:00 pm

   If a skeeball ticket is only a penny, why does the half-bite Snickers cost a whole muggerflocking dollar?

3. motionview says:

   January 26, 2011 at 12:24 pm

   Listen, I have a rock solid plan on how to invest those 9,900 skeeball tickets, FOR THE CHILDREN. First, I tax you 27,900 skeeball tickets, then I give my cronies all of them. They in turn give 9,900 of those back to me in the form of “independent” campaign expenditures. 18,000 tickets FOR THE CHILDREN, 9,900 for me. It’s a win-win.

   You? Fuck you, get back to work. And give me that Snickers.

4. TaiChiWawa says:

   January 26, 2011 at 12:29 pm

   My “My maybe the penny-post person only had $99.10 — did you ever think of that? — response to McGehee” response to McGehee

5. Lost My Cookies says:

   January 26, 2011 at 12:40 pm

   The only thing “fun” about a fun size snickers is where they will fit.

   I may have said too much

6. Pablo says:

   January 26, 2011 at 1:53 pm

   I take it you’re not referring to how they get stuck in your teeth, LMC?

7. Bob Reed says:

   January 26, 2011 at 2:08 pm

   One snickers bar? Man, you must throw a fast skee-ball game.

8. Blitz says:

   January 26, 2011 at 2:24 pm

   LMC? TMI….brain bleach needed now.

   Although a Milky Way?….Now THERES good eatin’!!

9. Lost My Cookies says:

   January 26, 2011 at 5:23 pm

   Well Pablo, since you asked… there was this one February I spent in a motel room with an “American Gladiators” understudy… I mean, she always called herself a “backup” but c’mon, she was no Bubby Brister. You expect a “backup” to have at least a little bit of stamina, and have some small idea of how to run an offense. Shit man, she could barely handle a gun. Looked good in heels, though, must’ve been six-four. Anyway… about two weeks in I realized that I had spent most of the rent money on some kind of food dehydrator I bought off of the TV. We figured we could hang for a bit, wait for the deliver guy to show up, she’d grab him by the neck and hold a knife to his pecker until he coughed up his list of credit card numbers and any COD cash he had. I believe it almost worked, at least that’s what the animal control guy told me later. I have a hard time remembering how the whole thing went down you see, at some point I had an American Flag printed bandanna we had been using as a sieve forced into my windpipe and my left arm was forcibly hyper-extended. My skin has been paper-dry ever since that night. A good thing in my opinion, now that I rustle so loudly when I walk I’ve kinda been forced to take a narrower path, if you know what I mean… I may have forgotten what we were tlking about, but I do remember really liking peanuts…

10. Bob Reed says:

    January 26, 2011 at 5:56 pm

    LMC, that’s some story.

    Memories,
    Of a motel and a dame,
    When we tried to rob the Fed Ex guy,
    and fun size snickers bars…

11. MC says:

    January 26, 2011 at 9:18 pm

    You know, that ‘rrest peeples for ‘rustlin’…

12. Yackums says:

    January 27, 2011 at 9:29 am

    Hey, the “The ‘the … post’ post” posts are back!

    I love those.

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