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cool, so will you be getting a statue as well? maybe one made out of butter. mmmmmmm, butter.
So, Jeff…which Leftard blog is about to be toppled this time?
BTW: we’ve seen her picture, and you definitely *don’t* want Deb’s head mounted over your mantel.
Cordially…
…did someone leave the cake out in the rain?
Man, once the Second Coming happens, you’re gonna be in so much trouble.
Jeff, there has been a lot of public near-fellation going on in the “I’m an ironic fabulist television genius” circles. We sincerely hope you haven’t had time to watch…
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cti-WclBP-U&feature=TopRated&page=1&t=t&f=b
TW= “Mentos”
“Dat shit be mento”.
And who’s gonna clean up all this sweet green icing flowing all over the damn place.
And who’s gonna clean up all this sweet green icing flowing all over the damn place.
And who’s gonna clean up all this sweet green icing flowing all over the damn place.
And who’s gonna clean up all this sweet green icing flowing all over the damn place.
And who’s gonna clean up all this sweet green icing flowing all over the damn place.
Vlad —
Note that the message is that Lieberman can’t think for himself—that if he agrees with the President on how to prosecute the war on Islamic terror, he is in bed with him. Because it is impossible to agree with the President and still be a “real” Democrat these days—defined as these “real” Democrats are precisely and solely by their opposition to all things Bush.
If I were Lieberman, my message would be “I think for myself. I don’t let astrologers work me like a puppet. If that means occasionally I side with Republicans, that’s because we’re not two separate species.”
But then again, Lieberman is a Jew, so he’s probably being controlled by ZOG and the neocons.
Not sure what Zell Miller’s excuse is. Maybe he has a Jewish dog or something.
Stay away from the corn-cob pipe…..
Just how deep is the water around your house?
This is worse than the season 2 of “Rescue Me” cliff hanger. What’s with all these little teasers Jeff? Can’t you throw us a little bigger bone rather than the brussell sprouts you scrape off the plate?
I call foul!!!
No Jeff, but I believe Lexington Steele is.
Ols soldiers never die – they just smell that way.
SB: speak
of the debil
Well, duh! He’s a Southern Democrat who dislikes the direction the party’s taken; that means he’s little better than a Klansman.
Unlike, say, Byrd—a Kleagle who’s just fine with the direction the Democrats have taken.
He buys Hebrew National Kosher Franks?
tw: Anyone? Anyone?
Woo! You really ought to pick up a leather jacket this season.
Why don’t you be Patton instead? Then you can slap people.
Oh crap, crap, crap on a crap cracker.
Forgot the linkage.
Nice pipe, too.
Y’know, in Japan they revered MacArthur like a god. We’re just getting over your last enemy, next thing you know we’ll have kamikaze commenters.
You are a loser. Your blog is rediculous. You are fairly irrelevant.
I remember Lori Levin, and I know she remembers me. I took her to places that you never got the chance to. It pleases me greatly that you never got over it.
Freak.
What, are you confessing to a Mann Act violation or something?
And using the alleged third party’s name is poor form. Whoever the fuck you are, you’ve got terrible manners.
And don’t forget one reason they hate Bush is that he broke his promise to be a uniter.
Now that sounds like the ol’ Jeff we know & love. Hope things get back to normal soon! And I want you to know that it was that damn ‘dillo who drank all the agave juice, I had nothing to do with it!
TW: Be well!
Yeah, good for you, Larry. Don’t touch anything on your way out, ok?
Ah, Larry, your well-reasoned argument has made me see the light…NOT.
TW: language, that was obvious wasn’t it.
That’s one hell of a score Larry!
What’s your next trick? Fucking a cantelope?
Uh oh. Anybody seen the ‘dillo?
tw: Let it be.
No Larry! Not the ‘dillo!
JWebb, good to see you’re still on the line.
tw: think I need a small vaction.
Sea World?
As soon as he says that, the KosKids will lynch him. Not gonna work.
And what’s up with those Hebrew National Hotdogs that only come seven to a package?
tw: The gold standard is eight per pack or you waste buns, dammit.
Hey, Lar Foxman!
It could work. Course the only downside is that then the rest of the nation will see how wonderfully whacked they are.
Personally, I think we’ve come to need Kos and his Kibblets. They make us look so Knormal.
Larry, when you’re typing a comment, you’re supposed to be looking at the monitor, not the mirror.
Larry:
You, on the other hand are a winner! Your blog is stupendous! You matter to so many! And Lori Levin remembers YOU, you stud muffin! Whoa!
People find you interesting, your breath is always fresh, women swoon in your company, and men secretly hate you for the amazingly cleft chin and toned calves.
Why didn’t you just drive by Jeff’s house in your Maserati – carloads of adoring fans cheering from behind – and simply toot the horn and give him your most withering parade wave and flashing smile? Mail him a postcard from Fiji showing you and your harem on the beach? A gift basket with a copy of your latest best-seller thrown in?
Dude. A blog comment? On Jeff’s own blog? Written as a series of misspelled 4th-grade put downs? That was so beneath you. YOU ARE A GOD. Never forget that. Never!
Soooo….then can we count on a mass exodus to Canada if Lieberman wins… I’d drink to that.
TW: The exploding heads justifies the means.
The only thing I remember about Larry is that he smelled like lentil soup.
Which always struck me as odd.
Great mother, Mary, and aunt Josephine on a donkey, am I glad I went before they up and change the name to Goldstein Center.
Now, can tell my grandkids – when they ask me “wasn’t he that paste eater”, I can tell ‘em, right before I smack some sense into ‘em, “some said that, sure, but hey, he never gave Truman no lip, now did he, so where would you rather go to browse at a Brookstones?”
TW: the law of moonbat truth and its consequences
Well, what is there about Larry that doesn’t?
I guess I’m the only one here totally baffled by Larry’s post, and what or at whom it’s referenced?
Is there a backstory anyone would care to summarize, so I can up to speed with my fellow neocon kultists?
Here’s hoping “Larry” is the replacement for Ryan, Ellison, Wilson et “al.”
Cordially…
It goes beyond Lieberman and domestic politics. Even in foreign affairs the reality based community forms opinions based on what they perceive to be a plusses or minuses for Bush. If their positions don’t make sense they just construct elaborate conspiracy theories and assign nefarious motives to neo-cons. This mythology is perpetuated simply by repetition within an echo chamber in which everybody shares the delusion and dissent is punished by being labelled a heretic.
TW: The reality based community demands conformity of values
I too am baffled by this Larry guy; who is he, and why should I care?
Search this site for Larry Foxman and a post from 2 years ago comes up. Stole Jeff’s girlfriend or something like that. Conclusion: wtf? wgas?
Larry:
Excuse me if I’m wrong, but I have the strong impression you’re trying to tell us something. If it’s that Jeff’s a Big Fat Poopy Head and His Mother Dresses Him Funny, don’t waste your breath. We already know that.
My fondly recollections of Lorie was that aslo she made the GREATEST lentil soup of ever. She made for me the one time I agreed (willing, eagerly) to watch her cat for the weekend of she went to the beach with (some other guy, it was not Larry I think, Brad? is what I’m thinking? YMMV). But trying just to stay OT—getting back to how good was her lentil soup (man! was good! something about she would put ACTUAUL whole freshly orage sections in it—I think a Moosewood trick from the Enchanted Brocolli Forest edition?) Unuasual, you woudn’t think it would be so good but let me tell you. It was good lentil soup is basically is what I’m saying. So maybe its comes in a full circle of life.
Next question: where does “Larry’s” IP address resolve to?
TW: By George, I’m skeptical.
withheld
If only you could recollect how to spell. Fat, drunk and stupid is no way to go through life, son.
– Well I don’t know about the rest of you, but I gotta get down to a pizza joint and try some of these new delicacies called “Elastic Loaves”.
– Sounds delicious, and who among us could doubt an indorsement from the Iranian high Pubah himself, Nadinajerk. Wonder if it comes in an Ohahu version, (with crow).
TW: I guess when you’re losing your ass it’s a great time to just change the words for everything, and their meaning’s. Hey, it works for the asshats.
Did you call him “Old Bean” by any chance?
Some other Anglicism?
This segment of cooking nostalga by Witheld was brought you by…
BCH – does this mean that all Persian “Little Ceasar’s Pizza” locations will have to change their name to “Smallish Sultan’s Elastic Loaves”?
And the motto goes from “pizza pizza!” to “elastic loaf elastic loaf!” right?
I have no idea, but I’m going to guess Knorr. I think they are Swiss and this has sort of a neutral ambience to it.
Or Nestle.
Or Kellog’s Fruit Loops.
People sure eat funny stuff around here…
Aslo, burritos.
“I came through and I shall return. On like, Thursday.â€Â
Sounds like a message from my parole officer, or maybe a fish taco washed down with cheap mexican beer.
Lentil soup? I love lentil soup. So I won’t even bother to research Larry. I’m glad someone called him on his manners, though. He should not have just whipped out Lori’s name like that.
Knorr’s is Danish. If you ever go grocery shopping with a Dane, they love to point out that Americans have no idea Knorrs is Danish.
Vasa would work too – Swedish, so they have that whole Euro-Socialist thing going for them…
Oh, and Werther’s butterscotch candies are German. That is important also.
They read the fine print on all food products.
Sheesh! All you have to do is buy fifty-six of each!
TW: Not enough room in the fridge?
I want Canadian Bacon on my elastic loaf.
TW: Deal
with it
I see things are getting back to (ab)normal around here. You sound good, Jeff. Seriously.
And that Witheld! More!
Nope. The buns get squashed by the beer.
Pssst! Jeff, I would save, “Old bloggers never die, they just fade away.” for a few years.
For some reason, that echoes e.e.cummings. There’s a touch of the poet in you, W. And the ‘orage sections’ are hilarious.
– You’re only allowed chipped Camel, Peperoni-goat, and extra humus on an Iranian Elastic Loaf.
BACONIST!
TW: I wonder if the people of Iran will get the message that their Mullah’s are not popular when half the country is molten glass.
Oslo burritos? Now we’re talking international cuisine. Yummy, lutefisk burritos.
I used to have the same problem. Had to quit sitting on kegs.
Oslo burritos? Now we’re talking international cuisine. Yummy, lutefisk burritos.
Gross! I’d much rather have scab burritos.. at least they taste like chicken.
Or so I’ve heard.
I admit to Baconism.
I just came back from having a rib dinner. Pork ribs. Yum, yum pigmeat.
Could be why those folks are so angry-they’ll never know the joys of ribs.
(And don’t mention Jews. It’s differant when you are God’s chosen people)
TW:Behind
the talking tree for you,camel-breath
LOL
Scab burritos!
– Can only be made by Illegal aliens. It’s in their contracts.
Well, to Vermont, at least.
TW—“Early” as in “Early returns show Kos Bialystok still screwed.”
Actually, the first time Macarthur returned, he sank up to his neck in a sinkhole. Look over the edge of the ramp before you disembark, son.
TW: “Freedom” as in “Freedom from sand in personal places you don’t appreciate til you’ve lost it.”
I admit to Baconism.
ISLAMOFASCIST!
What’s a Cooze, BTW? Is that the same as pooter?
FR*SCHULIST!
Who was Godfroi de Bouillon and who made him the King of Jerusalem? Peter the Hermit or Pope Urban II? Peace
I had some Healthy Choice chicken for lunch today. It was the first entirely flavorless chicken I’ve ever eaten. It was in flavor-free gravy, too.
Jesus, the loons are getting ever more random.
If only you could recollect how to spell. Fat, drunk and stupid is no way to go through life, son.
Considering that Bluto got the hot blonde chick and got to be a senator, I’m not sure Dean Wormser wasn’t completely mistaken.
I was a little surprised; I didn’t know Belushi was from Massachusetts…..
I had some Healthy Choice chicken for lunch today. It was the first entirely flavorless chicken I’ve ever eaten. It was in flavor-free gravy, too.
That’s how you know it’s “healthy”.
Jesus, the loons are getting ever more random.
Whom ever do you mean sir? Us or them?
Jesus,the loons are getting ever more random.
Like hell, if cooked properly they taste exactly like chicken…or a nice scab, if you know what I mean.
One thing I will give Senator Blutarsky – he never would have signed S.226.
Cooze can be distinguised from pooter by it’s lack of hair and sring-time fresh scent.
TW: Yeh. PW is back to (ab)normal.
Did that, once.
He kept grabbing stuff from the deli section.
Bad dog! No Glögg!
Knorr is Danish. Who knew? If I hang around for a while, I can be the Olympic Trivia champion. When Trivia becomes a sport.
It could happen – look at curling. The country that gave us Shania Twain and Moosehead beer and hockey. They were way ahead in good will. Then they put curling in the Olympics. Blew it all.
I’d rather shop with a Dane than watch curling.
TW: values. I’ve got values.
I read once about the Baconestablishmentarians, the Baconsdisestablishmentarianians, and the Baconantidisestablishmentarians.
And then the part about the mayonnaise, lettuce and tomato got to me.
Whatever happened to Burger Chef and Jeff, anyway? Was Jeff a minor?
Nobody “made” him King, he refused the title. Who was the ruler of Jerusalem before him, and who made them so?
Oh yeah! Now I remember how this all started:
How about them Rockies! Looking a lot better than they were this time last week for sure.
And speaking of Coors Field and Hebrew National, there’s a Kosher food stand on the far end of the left field mezzanine that serves an absolutely killer spicy sausage. Best in the ball park, you’ll have to try one some time.
Mmmmkay.. What do you do when there’s a little red X in the box instead of a Turing word? That’s never happened before.. Block copy comment, back out to home page, hit refresh, paste in comment, voila! It was all my ‘puter science training that did it!
Either that or the Elastic loaves…
TW: Why didn’t they just stick to making great rugs….
Book ‘im, Dan-o.
Swen, could have right-clicked the red X and selected ‘show picture’. Your browser just didn’t finish loading the page.
OK, I can dig it. But what about “big”
Are you talking fat, long, or experianced?
TW: Hair.
Ha! The word slipped up! I’m talking cooze, not pooter.
Have you noticed how Jeff coming and going, going and coming–from the blog–makes you want him more? It’s like he’s playing hard to get. He throws out little quotes and poems to string us along. We come back for more. And there just isn’t enough Goldstein to go around.
And don’t get me started on men in uniforms…..
…did someone leave the cake out in the rain?
Jon, how long have you been waiting to use that line? And couldn’t you have picked a better moment?
Not unusual when a hobby eats your life, but it’s downright scary when it starts to eat your bank account.
TW – Life is what happens after you log off.
I like bacon. I used to think this was one of the major problems of the muslim religion.
But then I got religious. Sure, it’s only been 10 days or so, but I am beginning to think of myself as (ahem) somewhat of a biblical scholar.
Not the pesky little details, but the really important stuff.
Apparently the Old Testament did not like pork either.
Honestly, I don’t rememeber any of this stuff from catechism. Not that I was paying attention.
I would like to share the light with you guys. I don’t want to be, like a hog or anything with the way, the truth, the light.
Warning: GRAPHIC sex and violence.
I’m sorry, Imhotep; that’s the wrong answer. The correct question was: ’Who was Brittany Spears.
Sorry.
How much did you bet? Ah, $999.99. That puts you at one penny which means that Jeff Goldstein is our winner today with a total of $32,500. Congratulations, Jeff!
tw: five. Gimme.
I had a uniform.
Well, it was more like an orange jumpsuit.
Said “MCSO” on the back…
Clashed with the pink boxers tho.
Neither. It was Benjamin Disraeli Gears.
TW: See how it developed into a “Before and After?”
MacArthur, that scamp: veni, reducis.
But Julius, in contempt of the patricians, had it best – Veni, vidi, vici
The Ronettes tease with Oh baby, you came, you saw, you turned your lovin’ right on at me.
tw: elastic
No, don’t get me started on men in uniforms.
Where did that fireman go? I thought we were going to have wine and cheese.
You, sir, need to take a better look at women’s curling.