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Not to mention that right here there used to be a comment.
Just like this one.
I’m beginning to think somebody’s been messing around with my heroin.
That brown leaf I saw
drifting back up toward its branch
was a butterfly.
That was your post? Whoops. I ate it.
I thought it was a croissanwich wrapped in proscuitto. Sure as hell tasted like one.
Now your gonna tell me this banana smoothie is another post too, right?
Did anybody see the Patriarchy sneaking around in here? Because he’s always trying to silence things.
Did you check in your other pockets?
So THAT’S your “system”? That’s the best you could come up with?
Looks like Ol’ Amanda had an effect on you after all.
is this like a negative deficit?
Whatever you do, don’t look behind the sofa cushions. I saw that freaky dolphin with the pea coat smoking some SERIOUSLY funky stuff man.
I think I got a contact high. This place really is a mess Jeff, you may want to consider a maid or something.
Freaking armadillo handprints on EVERYTHING back here.
…or absolute zero?
So long as she wears one of those French maid costumes.
And speaking of heroin, why isn’t it himoin?
BECAUSE OF THE PATRIARCHY!
Who are you people? And what are you doing in my hallucination?
Damn. I liked that post…..
I’m him. He used to be him, but now he’s me. We switched, you see.
Here, have a banana…
Oh, no! Everybody, HIDE YOUR UTERUSES! (UTERI? I dunno, but HIDE ‘EM!!!)
I know. I’m stumped, too.
I was going to suggest a system that involved a Vogon bureaucracy, but the post disappeared. That works, too, I guess.
If it was a goal post, I suspect it’s just been moved.
Ce n’est pas un webpost. Ce n’est pas un commentaire, aussi. Et vous ne voulez pas savoir ce qui est dans cette pipe.
Well, I think that, in the leftie reality, “uterus” = “woman”, while “womyn” = “controlled organic reproductive device”.
Therefore, in that same reality, the plural of “uterus” is “women”, and the plural of “womyn” is “Amanda Marcotte”.
It’s probably in the couch cushion right next to the remote control.
The beaver, Abe Lincoln, and the hard hat diver are under contract to somebody else, so we’re just filling in, kinda . . .
Jeff, can you set P.W. to automatically email your posts to you when you post them? That would pretty much guarantee your work isn’t lost. You could probably even send them to a new email address so it wouldn’t clutter an existing one.
That’s a good idea, Daryl, but it was actually a Dan Collins post on a subject that I wanted to write about, and I said so in the comments. So, apparently he nuked it so that I could post on the subject.
…the plural of “uterus†is “women 
That would be “womben”, you phallofascist godbag hatebot.
Today is Valentine’s Day. Chocolate, flowers, diamonds. How can gifts that bring so much happiness have come from so much pain? ? Those lovely flowers you received – they were probably genetically engineered and grown in Colombia on a giant pesticide-soaked factory farm run by U.S.-owned Dole Foods. How about the chocolate? Well, over 40 percent of the world’s cocoa comes from the Ivory Coast, in West Africa, where the child labor and child slavery is widespread. And diamonds? They are a girl’s best friend. And they have been used to finance some of the most brutal warfare of the last two decades. Valentine’s Day. What’s not to like? Our guests today will give you all the unlovely details.
Mmmmmm… child labor chocolate <drool>
Jeff,
It’s probably buried under all the snow.
Either that or Satchel’s got it, and I’m sure you’re not going to want it back from him…
It’s snowing again here in Cincinnati. It’s not what I would call a “light flurry” like the weather dorks claim. The only consolation is it’s not more freezing rain.
Dole. Don’t they own Nancy Pel . . . I mean Starkist?
Perhaps Amanda deleted it? I am surprised she keeps her name Amanda, afterall, unlike her, it has a man in it. Maybe she should be aherda. Like aherda cows.
Gimme a head with hair
Long beautiful hair
Shining, gleaming,
Streaming, flaxen, waxen
Give me down to there hair
Shoulder length or longer
Here baby, there mama
Everywhere daddy daddy
Hair!!!
A discontinuity in the space time continuum as progressives adjust the programming of the matrix.
Resistance is futile.
Jeff: are you the one?
Jeff’s the OTHER one.
Beck: Shhhh! The ‘dillo is sleeping, you filthy hippie.
And that damn beaver is doing something unspeakable to ol’ Hobest Abe. Where’s my camera?…
Have I commented here before? Damn, have to stop mixing Peyote with wine…….
No it’s not.
Maybe Gertrude Stein took it to Oakland.
Only in your dreams, comrade. Dole Foods was still privately owned last time I checked.
George Taylor: Oh my God. I’m back. I’m home. All the time, it was… We finally really did it. You Maniacs! You blew it up! Ah, damn you! God damn you all to hell!
…a way to get that fucking microchip out of my brain…
OK, where do you remember having it last? Lets trace your steps from there…
I can’t believe I fell asleep in here with all this going on…Who ordered the fish sammich?
No, yesterday was Valentine’s Day.
But thanks for starting your screed with such a stupid assertion, it saves me from reading the rest.
There’s no here here.
This is disturbingly like the famous post of a few years ago, not on this site, but on another site I cannot recall, that required commenters to avoid mentioning anything about the post… There were thousands of comments. And the post itself? I forget….
.
PERIODIST!
Whoa. Deja vu!
Back in the late ‘80s there was a radio show titled “Talk Talk” on a local college radio station. I think its reach was regional, because this wasn’t the 10-watt style college station, but one that eventually had a half dozen transmitters scattered through Ohio and Indiana.
Anyway, one night the show opened with “Michael Row the Boat Ashore”, and the host comes on acting confused; unclear of the reasoning behind the bumper music, since the subject of the show was “Mental Notes”. The producer responded that he thought the subject was “Rental Boats”.
For the next two hours they took calls, and not one caller wanted to talk about the same subject. And every suggested subject rhymed with “Mental Notes”.
It was sublime; simply the funniest two hours of radio I’ve ever heard.
Whoa. Deja vu!
{/redux}
{//Carlos Mencia}
Ah, the blue dolphins–surpassed only (and barely) by the Mercedes (or was it Mitsubishi?) Them was the days. Now its all speed and who needs that crap….
Today is Valentines Day? There is no cluelessness like liberal cluelessness
Austin: That may have been LGF’s infamous “Post 17”. Charles posted it and retracted it before anyone noticed. Then he told his lizardoid minions, “do not mention post 17”.
Such was related to me by the masters of knowledge, wa-allahu ‘alim.
Rumsfeld.
Draven!