Invite the pig to dinner. When he shows up, you, a couple of your pals, and Gilbert Gottfried heckle the shit out of him.
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I like my method better: A) Go to Hawaii. B) Attend a luau. C) Spend hours and hours on the beach between A and B, preferably drinking rum-based drinks and smoking cigars.
Well, I did say another, Darth…
“Gottfried”
As opposed to “Got Frey’d?”, which could be the tagline for some sort of ad campaign featuring various bloggers who’ve run afoul of certain Crusading Public Servants.
I hung out with Gilbert Gottfried once at a Ford Modeling Agency party. He was one sad little dude over his inability to bang models in spite of his fame and all. No pig, but there were lots and lots of lobsters and when my friends and I got drunk we started talking to him in his voice and scared him shitless. So it’s pretty much on topic.
Gottfried. The filthy little nazi.
Abe, can I assume he dropped his voice in normal circumstances? I recall that when he was on SNL he didn’t use that voice that has made his career, at least at first.
An update on my Atlas stone. FedEx dude (one of two in the truck) was able to carry it up to my front door. To his credit. But I was able to lift it and bring it inside with no problem. Now I need to get it out to the backyard. Which requires walking it through my kitchen.
Pray for me.
Dang, when you said “an update on my Atlas stone” I thought you were talking about a medical condition and my imagination took over. Horrifying.
I’ll assume for now that this is a piece of sporting equipment due to the mention of the FedEx guy.
Heh. Yeah. It’s essentially a concrete ball with some fiber in the molding.
Thanks to the UNICS (Ubiquitous Network of Interconnected Computer Systems) I did a google and got the obvious question answered. I did notice that most places sell you a mold and tell you to fill it Quikrete™. Sounds like you didn’t feel like mixing it up, though I imagine you paid for it in shipping, eh?
Yeah. He didn’t talk the way he does in his act, cranky. He sounded the same, but more subdued. Kind of like Peter Falk.
Regarding the [the “the ‘another easy method for roasting a pig’ post” post] post:
I got nothing. I’m just tickled by the multiple title nesting.
Bought it off eBay. Even with shipping it was only a bit more than doing it myself.
Bolton has some suggestions.
Speaking of the GOP convention in Sac, seems the idiots have learned nothing from having their asses handed to them.
Stupids. That debate was the one we just had. Whitman and Fiorina were the “moderate” candidates designed to appeal to larger numbers and win elections. Didn’t work out. Maybe ‘cuz the last one we elected, Schwarzenegger, was a disaster.
How about we try running a true blue, conservative ideologue? Just to see. You know, like Reagan…
That never works.
Except, you know, in 1966, 1978, 1982 and 1986…
1978 s/b 1970
Apart from teaching the pig to sing, that certainly seems a sure method of annoying it…
Don’t look at me, guys. I voted for Tom McClintock, not that Austrian leg-breaker.
I can’t figure out why we got such a skinny, flea-bitten pig. I mean, there’s pigs all over the place. Ivory Coast, Congo, Darfur, Somalia, just point out a few. All nice, fat porkers.
Plus, we already have a couple of fine pigs spinning on spits. How many pigs ya gotta cook?
Besides, I’m kinda sick of roast pig. I want a burrito.
“I voted for Tom McClintock”
Me too mojo. If he wasn’t running, I might have voted for Arnold, I can’t really remember who else was a contender, other than Gary Coleman and that stripper bimbo.
I actually had hopes for Schwarzenegger, but when the going got tough, the Terminator found a corner and assumed the fetal position, making little mewing sob noises.
It was very uncomfortable to watch.
Wait — you mean the “Arnold” on my ballot wasn’t Gary Coleman!?
Aw, nuts. My bad.
Atlas stone. Roll it through the kitchen.
Or you could just shrug, leave the damned thing where it is, and go have a beer in your local gulch. (You do have a local gulch, don’t you?)
FOR THE OBJECTIVISM!