Merrick: “I AM NOT AN ANIMAL!â€Â
Me: “Of course not. Spuds MacKenzie—now there was an animal!â€Â
Merrick: “– I AM A HUMAN BEING!â€Â
Me: “Maybe so. But Spuds spent his entire life doing promotional wet t-shirt contests in Ft Lauderdale, while you limped around Victorian England with a saliva-soaked burlap sack covering your dome. So let’s not go getting all judgmental, is all I’m saying…”
You attempt to shoehorn John Merrick into a rigid little narrative about “judgmentalism” even though the fit is so bad.
I would like to speak to the manager, please.
Ah, Spuds. Now there was a true party animal!
“Spuds” was a bitch. True.
Well, technically John, you’re neither an animal nor a human being. A ghost is more a phantasm, a burbling cloud of paranormal procrustean overstay.
So, get over yourself, huh?
No one drives me more to Wikipedia so I can understand what I read more than you.
You went to Wikipedia for Spuds McKenzie? void(0);
wink
Heard Mr. Young sang about Spuds.
You, on the other hand have Buckethead, Mastodon, and Michael Jackson in your corner. I’ll take ol’ Neil anytime…
If only Buckethead were available for some KFC ads featuring the new, “improved” Spuds.
I never got the whole “Lassie was really a boy while ‘Spuds’ was really a girl” dichotomy.Or maybe it was a dialectic. I always get those two mixed up.
a burbling cloud of paranormal procrustean overstay.
“Procrustean?” Or “Protean?”
I always get those two mixed up.