me: “Hey. I see that you have half my Big Mac and super-sized fries.”
stranger at the table next to me: “Beg your pardon?”
me: “No worries. Just wrap up my portion to go, would you? And throw me the keys to our Escalade? I have to go pick up my fair share of the Treadclimbers from Dick’s and then swing by Dairy Queen for some of the people’s large Butterfinger Blizzard!”
Don’t forget to pick up your share of The People’s Inventory™ at Sid’s Liquor™.
Speaking of which, when do I get my fair share of time on Teh People’s Captains of Crush #2?
Now Now, your derangement is showing again
If this was a real socialist America. There would have been 5 cops, 10 secret policemen and 15 government bureaucrats to divide the big mac a fries among themselves, beat both of your asses bloody and then disappear you into a gulag.
It’s this kind of over the top rhetoric that keeps people from taking you seriously.
I should have thought it was the promises of violence.
Speaking of which, this is day — what, 14, 15? No cease and desist letter.
I’m going to take a nap. Later today I’m going to try to get a 30# blob up by the face. I’ll shoot a short vid of the attempt.
As for the people’s CoC 2, you can have it when you pry it from my cold, dead, official close hands.
Tools of the socialist state.
Captains of Crush is a great name for a grip strength workout tool company.
Now, now…socialism means never having to ask for what’s yours. And unicorns!
DEATH THREAT? Are you threatening to kill yourself, Godlstein?
Are they still using the “Godlstein” bit so that I don’t come harass them with my crazy?
So, I’m watching the Red Sox get demolished by the Rangers, and an ad comes on telling me that Charlie Sheen is appearing at Foxwoods on his “Violent Torpedo of Truth” tour. And then I see this.
I pretty much have to go now, don’t I?
I haven’t been paying attention, really. That would require that I sift through mountains of teh stoopid.
Mark Steyn makes the pathetic funny.
As they say, read the whole thing.
Reading about that stage… thing… I have this strange foreboding sense Charlie is auditioning to play Serge A. Storms, if anyone ever puts Tim Dorsey’s manic anti-hero into a movie.
Which, I couldn’t hack that.