The Compliment Thread April 13, 2007
Posted by skinbad in Women Ranting.trackback
Lauraw seems to be itching to start an IB flame thread which would be reminiscent of Sandy Berger mentioning how uncomfortable it is too watch your aging parents trying to shake their booties or use “hip” talk.
So. I’m all about the love today. Compliment your fellow IBers (be they “commenters” or commenters). The only rule I’m stating is you have to take it. Take it like the pussy you are. You can’t say “stop it, you’re embarrassing me.” If you want to respond, all you can do is say “thanks.”
This could very well be the lamest thread in the history of blogdom. But, if you participate, you can probably make Lauraw do that throw up in her mouth thingy. If steve_in_hb happens by, we can probably cause him to run to his drain to unload a gutfull of spicy jumbalaya. If we never hear from him again, it’s probably because his gold chain got caught in the disposal.
I’ll go first:
Retired Geezer, you are too damn hip for your own good. You’re funny and have a kind heart and we wouldn’t have this little watering hole if it wasn’t for you. Thanks.
UPDATE:
Awww, a compliment thread. How sweet! I love you all!
Michael,
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Nevermind.
Skinbad, your personal hygene is … tolerable.
All of you folks live in such faraway places. It makes me happy for you.
lw, you are have such a wonderful hump. And it’s tooth is a lovely shade of yellow.
What?
Light-hearted lame flames are our way of saying “I like you”. You want me to come right out and say it?
That’s gay. In a totally gay way.
Gay
gay
gay
lauraw, your house smells like hot dirt.
Dave in Texas calling something gay is like Don Imus telling somebody to get a job.
DIT,
I’d pee in your pool any day.
This could very well be the lamest thread in the history of blogdom.
Add a picture of a cat and I think you’ll have it locked.
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–DONE! Thanks for the suggestion Geoff, Skinbad–
Ok, I thought of something.
Michael,
Mrs. Michael is nice.
I’ll bet mesa washes his hands in the restroom, most of the time.
I always read Pupster’s blog because it’s . . . there.
You can always rely on Compos Mentis’s blog - it never changes.
Skinny, you’re a sweetie. A darling.
All you boys are sweeties. Big, cuddly, soft, furry, warm teddy bears. Playful puppies in a panting dogpile. Cold wet noses and bad breath. Sloppy, clumsy kissers.
I am not sweet.
I am a sloppy clumsy kisser though
I am a sloppy clumsy kisser though
true dat.
I think you guys all have IQ’s of at least 70, and I wouldn’t even mind having you over for dinner sometime. It would have to be when the weather is warmer, however, because you all would have to eat outside on the deck. I just got new carpet in my dining room, you understand.
I hope you all like hot dogs!
BrewFan smells like cheese……and sausage.
In Wisconsin that’s a high compliment.
DiT, your almost psychotic obsession with your tiny little pool and your tiny little blog is….well, cute, in a manly way, I guess.
And Nice Deb…Your choice of the word “Nice” as part of your web identity truly confirms the point that RWS(?) made a few weeks back about the current use of the term.
I’d trust Michael to represent me in a jaywalking case.
KC, I really must complement you on your blog. The numerous and fascinating topics that you have posted on truly reflect what I can only imagine is your wonderfully interesting and truly sparkling personality.
I like to picture Laura on her knees, eagerly submitting to the task ahead, her face shining in anticipation, her mouth open, her eyes ablaze with excitement, leaning forward and reaching out . . . to pull weeds.
Geezer makes being a spudbilly/spudneck look almost tolerable.
the point that RWS(?) made a few weeks back
I think that was Mrs. Peel.
I think that was Mrs. Peel.
hence the question mark. I was too lazy to check.
In some cultures, it’s considered impolite NOT to projectile vomit on a host’s compliments thread.
I missed that. What did she say, exactly.
When Ace is sleeping off his latest hobo massacre, Lauraw really adds to the high level we all expect from AoS with her wonderful posts about cats and monkeys.
And, she has a lovely lady hump — when it’s not oozing.
I liked the Batman Costume.
Nice Deb has a nice mug.
http://www.slublog.com/faces.htm
Wiserbud does not look entirely ugly…. when he has his breathing apparatus on.
So, how’s this working out for ya, Skinny? Nice enough for ya in here? Is it everything you had hoped for?
lol
What did she say, exactly.
She said the original meaning of the word “nice” had been lost (as in, a “nice” distinction) and there was no adequate substitute for the term in the English language.
“She said the original meaning of the word “nice” had been lost (as in, a “nice” distinction) and there was no adequate substitute for the term in the English language.”
Ahhhhh, perfect.
Tushar doesn’t scare me as much as most brown people. I might even let a few cows loose in his neighborhood so he feels more at home.
I admire the way that mesa metabolizes those antidepressants, what with being a FIB that lives in Michigan and all.
Mesablue, if you do that, my neighbor will ask for goats. And the Korean dude down the road will ask for puppies…. It is a slippery slope.
I use the DIT method of ingesting pharmaceuticals.
I liked when Laura turned the AoS logo pink. Though I think Sobek’s love of Goth music is ….
Michael is……………….. articulate.
BrewFan, all of us FIB’s want to express our thanks to Brett Favre for putting off retirement for yet another year.
Eddiebear, I really admire the way you convert oxygen into carbon dioxide, so that it can be used by organisms whose existence serves a purpose on this earth.
Mesa, I’m pretty sure the rapid depopulation of Michigan was never intended as a slight against you, personally.
Tushar D, you know what I like about Indians? I like when they get in the kitchen and make me samosas. Mmmmm…
Sobek, if you are ever in New Jersey, drop by. Samosas will be just the starters.
IB Factoid Of The Day: At the moment, there are 861,459 WordPress blogs, and “Apocalypse Snow” by Dave in Texas is the #8 post.
Tushar D is….clean.
Well, clean-ish.
Not everything Michael says makes me uncomfortable.
If wiserbud makes a comment on my obsessions, is that obsessive? Or envy? I confuse those sometimes.
Before I “compliment” KC, did you go buy that Glock? Just needed to know.
I have always admired eddiebear’s “Tricky Dick Pic”.
I believe lauraw is one of the better poets that hang out here.
Tushar’s “twins” made twins. Well, ok, the jury is still out. We could have identical, fraternal, or identical fraternal (did you know there was such a thing as IF? My two best buddies in high school were Identical - Fraternal).
I think Brewfan has aged nicely.
Nice Deb does not drink beer, but she can make one helluva convincing prop for a picture.
I love you too HZ.
And
BigfootLipstick is off on a beach somewhere, making her man order a drink with an umbrella in it, and tracking potential targets with her forefinger. Probably yelling “BANG BANG” and scaring people.Dave’s fondness for leather jackets helps keep the cow population under control, so I thank him for that.
Dave, not envy. Trust me.
And please, feel free to stop by casa de wiser anytime you’re in the area. We have a pool and a pond.
Pond would be good for you.
When Dave in Texas gets his speech slurry, his thoughts incoherent, and his balance dodgy…… Vocodin Martini calms him down.
BTW, they are not identical. Don’t know the genders yet. Hoping for a boy and a girl.
As far as I remember, Lauraw can, in no way, be considered “nappy-headed.”
>>As far as I remember, Lauraw can, in no way, be considered “nappy-headed.”
She is Happy-headed though.
Wiserbud, compared to Don Imus you are a reasonably attractive and normal-looking person. And I mean that, big guy.
ya know, sobek, for a fat chick, you don’t sweat so much
Although I only infrequently visit IB, every time it … (come back later and fill in something nice.)
I mean that.
Wiser, I’ve been meaning to compliment you on your typing and grammar skills. I had no idea you helper monkeys could be trained so well.
You people make me so damn proud.
*poking skinbad with a sharp stick and laughing merrily*
Lauraw, about that stick — don’t you remember you’re not supposed to handle anything sharper than “safe” scissors? I only remind you because I care.
Although I must say, your ability to grasp objects with you prehensile tail is simply amazing.
Sobek, I understand that you have recently moved to a larger home. Are you concerned that Costco is eventually going to want their carriage back or do you feel that you have defiled it enough to make that a moot point?
I’ve never seen a grocery cart with spinners before.
I admire how lauraw and her hubby work through family issues:
lauraw: “You spend too much money on beer”
Mr. lauraw: “What about that $100 you spent on makeup yesterday?”
lauraw: “I bought those cosmetics so I can look pretty for you”
Mr. lauraw: “That’s what the beer is for.”
Not enough beer in the world, Brewfan.
And my makeup comes in a drywall bucket with a complimentary trowel taped to the side.
CVS makes me go to the back door to get it.
Wiserbud, your concern for my domicile means a lot, coming from you. After all, the way you’ve decorated your dumpster in the alley between the Arby’s and the gay strip club just screams “subdued elegance.”
“And my makeup comes in a drywall bucket with a complimentary trowel taped to the side.”
There’s another thing I admire about you, Lauraw. Thrift.
It is what it is. There’s a lot of love in the room. I’m content.
Nice, huh? You should be here on those rare occasions when I’m able to tap into an unsecured power outlet! That really gets the rats a-jumpin’!
By the way, congratulations on the success of your recent surgery! Do you miss it yet?
wiserbud’s moniker reminds me of the one truly wealthy relative I have, my momma’s baby brother, who owns two Bud distributorships in Kentucky and Illinois.
Who hasn’t put me in the will, as far as I know, but I’ve been kissing his ass for 40 years.
Not his daughters though. I don’t care what they say either, they’re crazy. Don’t listen to them.
lauraw, you are not allowed to be self-deprecating in a “compliment” thread. That’s our job. Take your medicine and feel a little better so we can kick you some more.
I didn’t realize that a temporary blog was attached to my sig (carinrose). So, I thank you all for making me realize that I was an idiot, commenting under the wrong “name.”
Again, you guys are … (fill in later)
And, just because Mesablue is an attractive man who lives in Gaydale, and has posted pictures of a male strip club on his blog, I have only occasionally wondered about his heterosexuality.
carin,
Your mad computer skillz seem only to be exceeded by the amazing control you have attained over your gag reflex. You must be so proud!
I love all you people. I just wish the short bus could get you here sooner in the mornings.
Apparently Beer distributorships is big money. Univ of Maryland’s Business school is called “Robert H Smith School of Business”. This Robert H Smith is a UMD alumnus, and is the largest (or maybe sole) importer of Heineken.
No, wiserbud, my husband is proud.
And Bud beer distributorships are the golden egg. Bud owns the US market, better than 70% share. Miller second at 18, everybody else after that. It ain’t even close.
I hate Budweiser, by the way.
But I love you uncle Rip!!
Wow….so much love…fighting tears, here people.
“This Robert H Smith is a UMD alumnus, and is the largest (or maybe sole) importer of Heineken.”
The lead singer for the Cure is a beer importer? Huh.
And that kitten?!!! I’m dying! Toooo cute!
Compos, I admire your ambition. The fact that you continue to strive for your dream of actually driving the short bus, as opposed to simply sweeping it out every evening as part of your “societal integration” program, is truly an inspiration to many of the regulars here.
Doesn’t he sing “Pitchers of you”?
No, wiserbud, my husband is proud.
Is that what you call her? Good for you! Maintaining as least some small smidgen of femininity must be a very difficult chore for you, considering the not insiginificant amount of facial hair that you fight back every day.
I want to thank Carin for not being a ho with nappy hair who is touchy about it.
You guys are all great. I’m positive that if I happened upon any of you lying on the side of the road with your clothing on fire, I’d take the time to pee on the fire to put it out. That’s how important y’all are to me.
Dave, I know I’ve razzed you about it before, but I actually compliment you for being secure enough in your femininity to openly admit to enjoying paraffin treatments, pedicures, and routinely being plugged at both ends by truckers at several Interstate 10 rest stops. You’re ok in somebody’s book.
Russ, don’t be surprised to find wiserbud on fire, lying in your drive way just so you’ll piss on him.
Carin, I’m proud to know (sort of) the last non-brown person who is still a resident of the City of Detroit.
It must be nice to know that on a cold October night, you can warm yourself by the flames of your neighbor’s burning home.
Ooooh, compos, you scamp. I couldn’t ever let Russ take your place.
And that kitten?!!! I’m dying! Toooo cute!
{cough}…ahem…{cough}… Deb? That’s a picture of Bart. Just thought you should know.
Cute little mutant though, isn’t he?
I want to thank Bart for making all of us look so much better in comparison.
Don’t be silly. Everybody knows Bart is hairless.
http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y207/myheritage/New%20Cats%20on%20the%20Blog%20Pics/sp3.jpg
Wiserbud, you don’t fool me. That is simply an adorable kitten. This is Bart:
http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b299/aaronmcintire/dumbass.jpg
Awww wee snookums so cuddly and cute!
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I wonder if Bart’s ears are burning.
It’s neat that you guys and gals post pics of yourselfs so I can put the names to faces…and it reminds me why I don’t look up at the check out line at the grocery store.
yourselfs….hahahaha that’s worth a little burn right there.
He’s probably too busy cleaning himself on the back of laura’s couch to have noticed.
Correction. Robert H Smith is not the importer of Heineken. A guy named “Van Munching” is the importer, and UMD has named a building Van Munching Hall.
it reminds me why I don’t look up at the check out line at the grocery store. - Bosk
Yeah, probably better to stick to bagging those groceries correctly, which can get pretty complicated if you aren’t paying attention, right Bosk? But you seem to be coming along very nicely. Good for you!
Every Saturday evening at 9:30 pm, compos goes to the closest grocery store to buy a package of diapers, and a twelve-pack of Miller Lite.
Do not judge compos.
Accommodate him.
Every Saturday evening at 9:30 pm, compos goes to the closest grocery store to buy a package of diapers, and a twelve-pack of Miller Lite.
It’s a habit he picked up in college, long before he acquired that mail-order bride from Vietnam.
DON’T YOU DARE JUDGE HIM!”
Hey I got the paper or plastic thing down pat!
Dave:
I applaud your willingness to fight the hegemony of A-B. I am a traitor in my hometown for saying this, but I hate A-B products. They taste bad and induce headaches too easily. Domestically, I am a fan of a local microbrew named Schlafly Bottleworks. I usually avoid the topic by downing Churchill Martinis or my dad’s stash of Maker’s Mark.
Oh, and Sobek, I appreciate your compliment to me for doing whatever it is I do well.
Ofcourse. Diapers and beer have a close relationship
“DON’T YOU DARE JUDGE HIM!”
After his experience at that soccer game, who can blame him for wearing diapers. I sure don’t.
Soccer is lame.
Looking at Compos Mentis makes me feel handsome. …and continent.
Thanks, CM!
Hey I got the paper or plastic thing down pat!
Your handlers must be so proud of you!
Lauraw,
I dont’ care what others may say, real men (like myself) have always enjoyed your pu…..kitten photos.
I’m just not good at this anti-compliment thing. What you all write is pretty damn funny and it’s a good way to spend friday at work.
I’ve got nothing except…. that really is a cute cat and I generally don’t like cats.
eddiebear, I don’t wish them ill. Just not a fan of their products, for reasons you mentioned.
Anybody here love Rolling Rock? Formerly brewed in Latrobe PA (I think)?
AB bought the brand last year.
Oh they bought the brewery. And closed it.
All they wanted was the brand. It is now filled with Budweiser.
Enjoy!
Drudge is reporting that a bird flew into VP Cheney’s Jet engine. The report says no one was hurt. I doubt the bird agrees.
“Oh they bought the brewery. And closed it.”
One of my favorite beers, lost forever to the evil Busch.
Tushar…wait till that report hits huffpo. I bet more than just the bird will be agreeing.
Drudge is reporting that a bird flew into VP Cheney’s Jet engine.
Great, now the libs will say that Cheney ran over a bird.
Re lost beers: Coors bought the Caffrey’s plant in Ireland and converted it to making Coors for Europe. Bastidges.
geoff, I love you. It’s the kind of love that says “Dammit. Who cares if we’re first cousins and we want to have fourteen children.” It’s a love akin to a large jar of creamy peanut butter and an affectionate rottweiler. Oh you, with the wonderful first name that if you added a ‘t ” it would spell get off. How you inspire me!
Cloaking Device disengaged
I’ve lurked on bigger blogs, but never a better one. Well done IB!
Cloaking Device engaged
Oh you, with the wonderful first name that if you added a ‘t ” it would spell get off.
I don’t think we should be comparing what happens when we at a “t” to our first name.
Enas, you keep it up with the Star Trek references, and I’m positive that one of these days a live, human female will think it’s cute. Reach for that rainbow!
*sniff*
I detect a tachyon trail. I believe Enas might have been “crop-dusting” just now.
STFU, Sobek.
Oh hi, Compos Mentis, that reminds me….
if you guys decide to come over for dinner….um….you’ll have to use the downstairs bathroom, as we just had the one upstairs remodeled. I hope you don’t mind spiders.
And Compos, ummm….*thinking*…..I think we’ll just set something up outside for you.
menttis?
Gee, Deb, that was real nice of you to invite those guys over for dinner. Guess your having a little trouble convincing the men in your hometown that, this time, you really mean “dinner,” huh?
Well one did, once. A long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away…
I would make a giant tuna casserole for all of you.
Barb, as long as we’re complimenting one another, I’d like to point out that I really respect your courage for having a first name that is synonymous with the poisoned spike on a bee’s butt.
Oh, whatever, Wiserbud, just let me know what hot dog brand you prefer, Always Save, Value Rite, or should I splurge on some Corn Kings?
I’m more than happy to pay the extra dime a package for you guys.
Tushar, always amazes me with his shinola knowlege of things such as Van Munching Hall.
Nice Deb knows her weiners.
I’m also impressed that RG can climb aboard a horse at his age.
Very kind of you to make the offer, Deb, but I prefer tacos. Or clams.
You can keep the weiners for yourself. And geoff.
wiserbud, you are very, very wily.
Crap! I meant to save the shinola reference for composmentis. Now I don’t have anything nice to say about him
Now I don’t have anything nice to say about him
Few people do, sweetie. Few people do.
Since I am so nice and complimentary I will share this public service announcement for those of you close to my neck of the woods who like taking pictures of kids in bluebonnets.
Be careful.
http://daveintexas.wordpress.com/2007/04/13/buttprints-in-the-bluebonnets/
Nice Deb:
What about Hunter, John Morrell or Nathan’s?
Dave, I commend you on your incredible blog-whoring skills. You take that particular concept to an art form, my friend!
Hey, I’m just lookin out for the folks, that’s all.
heh
What about Hunter, John Morrell or Nathan’s?
Yeah well, I think for this particular group I shouldn’t have to splurge on the “high end” stuff. I don’t personally go for ostentatious displays of luxury, anyway.
DIT is a nappy haired blog ho.
In that case, I think Save-A-Lot has some expired hot dogs that might work.
Or, my friend’s older brother worked at Busch Stadium 2 back in the 1980s. He said that when the Football Cardinals would have a home game and the baseball Cardinals would have a home game the next day, many of the hot dogs served at the baseball game were reheated leftovers from the day before. Even after the Big Red left, the same tradition continued with Cardinals baseball games.
That’s why I never eat at any sports stadium.
What’s wrong with left over hot dogs?
Not at $4.50 (at least) a pop.
Back when our cafeteria was in service, one day chili dogs were the main course. Everybody loves chili dogs, cept these dogs had obviously been left on the loading dock a little too long.
Only it wasn’t obvious. The smell of the chili hid the smell of the dogs, and you had to take a few bites before the red flags went up.
So naturally, me and the first two guys who figured this out, stopped eating them, but as our friends joined us, we’d wait until they got a good two or three bites into the meal before we asked them “do those taste ok to you”?
Their subsconscious brains had already set a trip wire, so when we asked the question out loud immediately they’d say “heeeey” and start sniffing. Well, one sniff of the hot dog and you could tell.
But of course being guys, we just had one more person in on the gig. I’ll bet we had ten guys at the table before we were done with that.
Good times, good times.
I would make a giant tuna casserole for all of you.
Someone finally had to say something nasty.
hmm.
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LauraW is a pleasant person, when she’s in a good mood.
Dave doesn’t make Texans look any worse than they already did.
I feel terrible when I’m away from all of you. It reminds me a great deal of being here.
Dear Lord, Lauraw, was that a cat or a bat?
Honestly, you guys are a great bunch. If this were the real world, I wouldn’t even be all that ashamed to admit that I knew most of you.
Actually, to be honest, I would love to meet you all in person, provided somebody promised to protect me from Bart.
Y’all crack me up. (
Is there such a thing as protection from Bart?
Sandy, if this weren’t a compliments thread I’d warn you to be wary of BrewFan and the whole orcible-fay ay-gay odomy-say.
But since it is, I’ll just point out that one thing I really like about Brewfie is that at least he isn’t a damn dirty spudder.
Argh!!! Stupid HTML.
I was trying to point out that I was pulling a Hillary Clinton, using Red State vernacular (y’all) to try to fit in here.
Anyhow, before the HTML ate it, I also mentioned that I really do enjoy this site; I like the mix of very different but universally good-natured folks, I like the dorky humor, I like the randomness, and of course I love the classy ladies. Also, I think it speaks volumes of you all that you’re so willing to selflessly and tirelessly keep Michael company; Mrs. Michael deeply appreciates it, as do numerous local social service workers.
It’s the commenters here that keep me coming back
whenever Ace’s site is downall the time.Well Sandy, if you want to meet the Bystanders, we could throw a party. Anyone want to break into Lipstick’s house for a soiree?
Actually, to be honest, I would love to meet you all in person
The knock on your door is WickedPinto taking you up on the invitation.
Don’t worry, he usually only stays for about six months.
Or until the bar is trashed.
Is it just me, or is Ace’s down AGAIN?
Just you.
Carin,
Its you.
Sandy,
Someday you’ll have to come up here to Wisconsin and I’ll show you the crawlspace under my house.
*Heh. I forgot that Lipstick is away on her honeymoon. She can’t kill me.*
Lipstick looks pretty good for a woman her age.
No, Lipstick, the dress does not make your ass look fat.
Lipstick has lovely hair — when the roots aren’t showing.
I think it’s romantic that Lipstick met Mr. LS when he picked her up at a blackjack table. I give Mr. LS high marks for recognizing a woman who is
desperatevery special.You guys make me smile.
Actually, to be honest, I would love to meet you all in person.
If you’re lonely, skinbad can have a missionary on your porch in fifteen minutes.
Carin, it’s not just you.
(Is Lipstick really on her honeymoon?)
I want to compliment A. Weasel for being
the turd who spoils a jokehonest.Why thank you. Michael
“…always read Pupster’s blog”-Michael
Michael, that’s the nicest thing you’ve written about me. Ever.
I think your one of the best main page commenter’s on this blog. Top 10, easily.
Becoming an honest turd is one of my newfound obsessions.
(Is Lipstick really on her honeymoon?)
Yes. I would also like to compliment you for your creative use of parentheses for no frickin’ reason at all.
(Is Lipstick really on her honeymoon?)
Yes.
Does Mr. Lipstick know?
Thanks, Pupster. I also wanted to compliment you on your excellent selection of three vehicles that are finalists for your new car. It’s guys like you in our home town that make me feel like hot stuff in my Ford Explorer.
I know this is supposed to be for snarky compliments, but when I got home from a really long day and read all of these funny comments, I was/am really glad that this site is here and that all of you clever and funny people comment here. Thank you for for making me laugh, and I also want to thank you all for being my imaginary friends who live in the computer.
Also, only Skinbad could start a flame war that ended up sweet and funny.
I want to compliment Jane for spelling her name like a stripper when she’s online.
It’s spelled like a space cowboy renegade smuggler!
I’d like to give a shoutout to the doofus in the white Tundra. His skillful cutoff of my illustrious self cleverly distracted me from the fact that it took me 45 minutes to travel 10 miles.
*twitch*
Don’t mention it.
I considered an Explorer Michael, but since Columbus has one of the highest per-capita % of homosexuals outside of San Francisco, Explorers and rainbow flags are scarce and in high demand.
(Some of my best friends…NTTAWWT…etc.)
Whens spudder gonna start posting again?
Actually, to be honest, I would love to meet you all in person, provided somebody promised to protect me from Bart.
Still need to have that convention in Las Vegas. Or maybe in TX or OH, since so many people come from those parts.
His skillful cutoff of my illustrious self cleverly distracted me from the fact that it took me 45 minutes to travel 10 miles.
You would get more respect in traffic if you had not sold the Jeep.
I think she typoed geoff. She meant “prison.”
Which would be totaly convenient for me.
I think Mrs. Michael wears plaid very well. Tasteful even.
Michael I think you should have an IB gathering at your palatial estate this summer.
Daves got the pool and the tempur-pedic.
Though I think the bed is off limits.
I will cook up some vittles and bring a cooler of beer.
Michael, like your hero, you look simply stunning in tights. The kind of stunning that draws a lady’s unbelieving gaze and sends a child crying to its momma.
WP,
I think it’s great that you started posting again. That District Attorney obviously has an ax to grind, and I’m confident you’ll be entirely vindicated by a jury of your peers, should one ever be convened.
I’m sure your defense attorneys will be able to use the sudden disappearance of all 5 eyewitnesses to your advantage. Stay Strong!
IB Factoid Of The Day: As measured by WordPress, our best traffic day ever was 5,288 hits. That happened when Ace and WordPress linked the “KFC Advertises To Extraterrestrials” post.
We’re currently at 4,982 hits today, according to WordPress. Once again, we’ve got links from Ace and the WordPress “Top Posts” list, thanks to Dave.
A WordPress “day” is based on GMT, so it will be over in one hour and eighteen minutes.
A WordPress “day” is based on GMT
That’s right. Who’s the boss?
I call the couch.
(Sorry Pony.)
Speaking of how good Michael looks, perhaps its time to relink this completely, thoroughly, unretouched photo.
GET HIM OFF OF ME!!!
Iowa’s sort of a central location from anywhere. We’ve got enough Lutherans that an extra tuna casserole or two won’t be noticed, but keeping the neighbors from staring at the hairless dude & the hunchback might take some creativity. Plus, we have no fire ants. That’s always a good thing. Of course, you’ll all have to stay in the pool house, which is really a storage shed……………….OK, it’s a big appliance box. It’s not too bad as long as it’s not raining, and I’m planning on running cable out there this summer. So you’ve got THAT going for you…which is nice….I think.
I would like to compliment Geoff for cleverly posting that picture on a thread where I can’t say how much I hate him.
Lauraw, I’m so sorry for using the word “hunchback” earlier. I should have used the more PC term “Posture Challenged” instead. Can you ever forgive me?
I know you’ve got a big dog house with heat.
Michael, a lot of people have felt like “hot stuff” in Ford Explorers. Usually right before they go under from smoke inhalation.
Uhm, yeah…about the doghouse. Bandit may occasionally have the urge to eat his own poop, but he’s kind of particular about who rooms with him, ya know? I don’t have a problem with y’all crashing there, you understand, but after all, it’s Bandit’s crib now.
Iowa’s very pretty in a “corn stalks aligned in neat little rows” kind of way.
I like the way they break it up once in a while with more corn stalks.
I would like to compliment Geoff for cleverly posting that picture on a thread where I can’t say how much I hate him.
Was *reeely* wishing WordPress would let us put images in comments.
We could all meet in Michigan. Since Michigan lost more residents last year than any other state, we will just about have the whole state to ourselves.
Michigan?
Why not Beirut?
Oops, sorry…
*tries to think of something complimentary*
I hear that Michigan State Troopers are easy to bribe, so…yeah, sounds great!
Michael I think you should have an IB gathering at your palatial estate this summer.
No problem. As soon as the kitchen/foyer/bar/hallway/paint-the entire-frickin’-interior renovation project is over, we’re good to go. Should be done by the end of May.
(Originally, it was just the kitchen. This is an example of what is called “scope creep” in the parlance of project management.)
We just need some bucks to fund this bash. Food is not a problem, but the alcohol and Vicodin are going to be expensive.
If memory serves, the necessary funds were going to come from the proceeds of the IB Tee Shirt Sale-A-Thon™ that Geezer volunteered to organize, which is sure to be a huge commercial success. I figure we can substantially boost our profit margin if we stiff Laura for the shipping.
I would like to compliment Geezer for contriving to come up with a lame horse or a sprinkler repair job or something every time he might get started on the IB Tee Shirt Sale-A-Thon™.
I want to compliment Jane for spelling her name like a stripper when she’s online.
Or a very large man who spends an inordinate amount of time in his bunk.
The Man they call Jayne!
Oh, He robbed from the rich
and he gave to the poor.
Stood up to the man
and he gave him what for.
Our love for him now
ain’t hard to explain.
The hero of Canton
the man they call Jayne.
Our Jayne saw the spudders’ backs breakin’.
He saw the spudders’ lament.
And he saw the Magistrate takin’
every dollar and leavin’ five cents.
So he said: “You can’t do that to my people.”
said “You can’t crush them under your heel.”
So Jayne strapped on his hat
and in 5 seconds flat
stole everythin’ Boss Higgins had to steal.
Oh, He robbed from the rich
and he gave to the poor.
Stood up to the man
and he gave him what for.
Our love for him now
ain’t hard to explain.
The hero of Canton
the man they call Jayne.
Now here is what separates heroes
from common folk like you and I.
The man they call Jayne
he turned ’round his plane
and let that money hit sky.
He dropped it onto our houses
he dropped it into our yards.
The man they called Jayne
he stole away our pain
and headed out for the stars!
(Here we go!)
He robbed from the rich
and he gave to the poor.
Stood up to the man
and he gave him what for.
Our love for him now
ain’t hard to explain.
The hero of Canton
the man they call Jayne…
Heh.
The last season of Stargate starts tonight. Woo hoo!
Oh yes!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3FKFLJmOQ50
Maybe we need one of those rolling party things, where we travel cross country picking up folk and end up in Washington DC to protest something. Or maybe we could go protest somewhere nice like Cancun or Maui.
Are they gonna kill off atlantis too?
IB Factoid Of The Day: I predict that today (based on a GMT day ending shortly) we will beat our previous all-time high of 5,288 hits as measured by WordPress, based on current traffic volumes.
Let’s give some credit to the people googling for pigs. Every day, a bunch of them show up here.
Here’s our search engine hits so far today:
I think we need to go to Rome to protest. I’m sure there’s all kinds of injustice that needs protestin’ in Rome. Also, Florence and the Amalfi coast.
We could probably recruit some guys from the pubs in the UK. I volunteer to go give it a try. Um…if I’m late to the protest, just get started without me, kay?
Pupster…funny you should compare Michigan with Beruit.
My wife is from there.Many years ago while doing the usual in-law visit we decided to hit Cedar Point in Ohio.
Driving through Detroit I commented to all in the car how, with all the high rises and their plywooded up windows how it reminded me of Beruit.
I like the U.P. but you couldn’t pay me enough to live in the south of MI.
What a hell hole.
Anyone in dallas?
I just through up in my mouth a little bit.
Yeah I’m here lurking.
Not.a.good.flamer.
Though I think the bed is off limits
Just don’t fart in it. Otherwise, no prob.
There’s something wrong with us! Something very, very wrong with us! Something seriously wrong with us!
Thanks dave, so Check, off limits.
No problem. As soon as the kitchen/foyer/bar/hallway/paint-the entire-frickin’-interior renovation project is over, we’re good to go. Should be done by the end of May.
I’ve always wanted to ask her what it’s like to marry a man so much older than herself.
Just out of curiosity.
Geoff,
Bravo on the photo-shop skills.
Did you, DinT and Enas get those glamor photo’s I sent you on St. Patrick’s Day?
Call me.
the Amalfi coast.
Good choice. Let’s just avoid Portofino — it’s too expensive. I suggest Santa Marghereta, which is just as nice.
Isn’t there an ice cream brand called portofino? or is it portafina?
mmmmm, that was good ice cream. “white chocolate divinity” indeed.
Holy Crap!
I wander away from Camp Geezer for a few hours and come back to a 200 comment thread!
Uh, here goes:
mesablue is such a gentleman he gets *out* of the shower to take a leak.
Usually.
I vote for Castiglion Fiorentino.
(so it’s in Tuscany and not on the coast. it’s still well within range of both Rome and Florence. and it’s GORGEOUS.)
I think it’s awesome that you guys have so much time for each other. I, unfortunately, am off to spend my Friday evening with my (hot) boyfriend. It’s annoying how these commitments come up every single weekend.
geoff has excellent taste in music
Geezer was once getting a helicopter ride with his son. Geezer started feeling cold, and tried to switch off the ceiling fan. Good thing Brian spotted that in time.
T-shirt Sale-a-thon?
Heck I still need to write up the post for the Official Innocent Bystanders Bug.
Kevlar Chick nominated the Dung Beetle and it beat out Michael’s ghey Firefly.
WP,
Neapolitan ice cream?
Chocolate, vanilla and strawberry ice cream in one carton?
There is a portofino cigar. How about some cigar flavored ice cream?
That was almost as vicious as Deb threatening us with a tuna casserole.
I mean name brand mesablue, was like 9 bucks for a quart, but I was babying one of my friends wife while she was sick and he was visiting her parents. Long story, won’t bother telling it, but basicaly I treated her like a baby for about 3 days, and then when she got better I got her the ice cream as a treat before she flew home to spend time with her husband and her family.
The name brand I think was portafina.
I’ve always wanted to ask her what it’s like to marry a man so much older than herself.
Mrs. Michael and I were both born in 1952.
She just looks a lot younger than me.
WickedPinto, someone left you alone with his wife? Hey, weirder things have happened.
Depending on the date of the batman picture, (is that you? I get so confused about this shit sometimes?) you are holding up quite well.
In a nightclub I’m a T-Rex. In a proper environment, I’m a monk.
Or rather WAS a T-Rex, though I don’t think thats a good comparisson. but the approximate comparisson works.
Still was the best damn Ice-cream I ever had. I’m not a sweets kinda guy, it’s purely mood and crave based, so I eat sweets maybe once a month. But DAMN that was nummy stuff.
Depending on the date of the batman picture, (is that you? I get so confused about this shit sometimes?) you are holding up quite well.
Yup, that’s actually me. The pic was taken by Mrs. Michael this year.
I did not have time to properly adjust the ailerons on my arms, and display my triangular ears (which do not look like tick ears or clarinets) because I was on my way to an urgent crime-fighting mission.
That was almost as vicious as Deb threatening us with a tuna casserole.
Hey, that was me threatening with the tuna casserole, dude. I think Deb had a thing for the wieners.