No, I haven’t forgotten. But I’m afraid our little friend has. Otherwise he’d be here now, ready to dance—and not calling me from some filthy body art parlor, frantic, unable to slide back into his shell because his stupid Goth girlfriend with the enormous tongue stud talked him into getting his wee armadillo nipples double pierced.
Poor sap.
Ouch! Poor little beggar!
Well, he’s gotta learn to take responsibility for his actions. About time he found that out.
That’s like eight earrings, right?
I recommend Arma-Glide. It’s got more than one use, you know, perv . . .
The little guy is being corrupted by his girfriend, who in fact is probably Karl Rove in Goth drag.
Aren’t they all?
You bringing him tomorrow?
Frankly, I think Jeff accidentally ran over the little fella in his drive way, and is making shit up about Goth g-friends and nipple piercings to distract everyone.
Produce the ‘dillo!
I think I found the ‘dillo.
Free the Armadillo! Only $32 bails him out right now!
Being one of the newest members of the PW family, I am unaware of this armadillo of which you all speak.
But I almost cannot blame him. I’m 67% sure that “Goth girlfriend with the enormous tongue stud” is shorthand for “puts out like a rabbit.”
And, well, goth girls seem to have a higher chance of putting me in handcuffs and… well… let’s not talk about that.
Turing word: deep, as in “Ms. Deep, from the excellent anime Read or Die, laments that her name sounds like a porn star’s name.”
Personally, I felt that just doing the “*shakes head* That Turing word… heh.” would have been too easy.
The armadillo is an enigma wrapped up in a mystery. And, uh, crammed into a shell.
OHNOES, you want to know something pathetic? Sometimes, when I’ve got nothing to add to a topic, a perfectly ironic Turing Word will make me comment anyway. I guess it’s some sort of crypto-zionist brainwashing that makes me giggle at a random (?) word generator.
TW – “former”, as in “My FORMER employer finally read some of my comments here the day before he fired me. Coincidence?”
In’t he on Ozzie time?
The armadillo is dating Tara Reid now?
Always a mistake. Always.
Just trust me on this. OK?
OK, Tara Reid isn’t really “goth”.
Nor does she have her tongue pierced.
Bitch still messed me over. Bad.
OK, no she didn’t. I’ve never even met her. Still, lately she looks like she’s seen better days. So, you know, the whole “filthy body art parlor” thing sort of resonated with me after reading a story about her on some gossip site.
And no, I don’t have a life. Why do you ask?
More worthy things to spend a lack of life doing than catching up with Tara Reid’s private life:
1. Reading sci-fi novels. Some of the Star Wars stuff can be good at times.
2. Watching Quantum Leap marathons on SciFi
3. Watching the A-Team.
4. Watching the miniscule percentage of anime that is tolerable.
5. Watching the good stuff on Cartoon Network.
Tara Reid is pretty down on the list.
Yeah, yeah.
But still.
She’s sort of a “cautionary tale”. You know: here’s what can happen when you squander what little talent Providence hath granted on cheap booze and a shitty agent.
I won’t let her drag the armadillo down with her though!
TW: “took”, as in…oh, fuck it. I don’t know. Whatever. Off to bed!
I like your website, but it doesn’t completely satiate my hunger for information. Is ther any chance you could start another blog, like Lipid Wisdom? Or maybe “High Fructose Corn Syrup Enhanced Lipid Wisdom, Now with Real Chicken Byproducts”?
ty in advance.
Heh. Seriously though, your sight is very informative, and your dialogues with INDBill are hilarious (don’t know why you don’t post them). Keep up the good work
Fred, Tara Reid’s talent was looking hot. That was about it.
There’s nothing wrong with that, but, heck, I’m at college. I see girls that hot EVERY DAY! AND they wear those shorts that are easily 3 sizes smaller than my boxers.
*Sigh* Man, I’m gonna be a lonely little twit once I graduate.
Funny, looking at them makes my boxers shrink about three sizes smaller.
Dangedest thing. Can’t figure it out.
Uh, looking at the girls makes me…
And shame on you for thinking otherwise.
Not that there’s…
Oh, skip it.
Freud got ya again, McGehee.
Irony: The idea that you were referring to something other than the scantily clad college girls never crossed my mind.
The armadillo isn’t going to dance? Perhaps we should have a sword fight.