…debating Fahrenheit 911 is a lot like chatting up a fish stick: even if you score, you’re scoring with a tube of hastily processed, frozen breaded cod bits.
And let’s face it, even Josh Marshall can score with cod bits.
…debating Fahrenheit 911 is a lot like chatting up a fish stick: even if you score, you’re scoring with a tube of hastily processed, frozen breaded cod bits.
And let’s face it, even Josh Marshall can score with cod bits.
I lost track of the number of entendres in this post before even making it to the third comma.
In other news, I find it profoundly fitting that your first blogad for the newly redesigned PW is for an anti-Moore book.
I wonder if Sandy Berger wears a codpiece?
Yeah, but let’s not forget, Jeff, that a lot of fish sticks these days are made with huss, and you know how coy and hard-to-get huss can be. I mean, we’ve all been there, right? And don’t even talk to me about coley…
Charles,
No, he just stuffs his socks in his pants.
Oh, wait, maybe he got confused…
Heck, even hastily processed, frozen breaded cod bits have more substance than Fahrenheit 911.
Me and Mrs. Paul’s
We got a thing goin’ on….
Sometimes I just don’t understand this place. Why would anyone want to stuff hastily processed, frozen breaded cod bits down their pants ?
Oh, wait – I bet he’s trying to feed that paper tiger ! (I just love the inadvertent opportunity to refer to my own comments more than once; it smacks of carefully orchestrated leakage.)
I used to have an incontinent dog who would shit all over the house. No matter how many times I yelled, he’d still do it, because that’s just what he did. Michael Moore fans are like that. You can yell until you’re blue in the face, but the place still smells of dogshit.
And there for a second I thought your story about your incontinent dog was going to be a play on “carefully orchestrated leakage.” Silly me.