Still beautiful
I love walking to work (well, I still take the T, I just walk to the further (farther? Coco! which is it?) T stop). The sun is out, it's almost warm, it's a great way to wake up. Love it, love it, love it.
But obviously the sunshine has rotted my brain. I had some witty blog entry all planned. I think it was going to insult at least three bloggers and be very clever.
I guess I'll just insult 3 bloggers instead. Maybe I'll be clever tommorrow
Monsty: Your lazy green ass needs some updating. There are better things to do with your time than watch endless reruns of the red sox games you know.
MM: Queen of Smut? I think not. Queen of couch cushions and home decor more like it. Watch out or unicorn girl will steal your crown.
Schnookie: Why the hell does my to you link go to a banana Schnapps ad. Do you know how annoying that is?
If you feel left out from my mudslinging fest, just post a comment and I'll think of something scathing to say.
posted by Aislinn Sirk @ 9:21 AM
60 Comments:
Next thing ya know, Bob will be dancing. Oh wait...
Oh Arkie, If you read carefully, you'll see I already got you with the whole MM comment. I'm afraid you don't rank an entire insult of your own.
I love my banana schnaaaaaaaaps link *grin*
I suppose an alcoholic with a 16 year olds taste in booze would have fond thoughts about that link.
Heh. You must be a joy to be around when it's raining.
Go suck on a shroom.
Hey wait! I never said you could insult moi! What about my delicate, fragile feelings?
If you don't want abuse, go visit some softie, mushy, lovey person. I hear Buggy's a total sucker.
Pfffft.
You are the Dancing Queen, young and sweet, only 17
Dancing Queen, feel the beat from the tambourine
You can dance, you can jive, having the time of your life
See that girl, watch that scene, dig in the Dancing Queen
Delicate, fragile feelings?
BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
*holds stomach from laughing so hard*
*plants big old mushy kiss on Bob*
You look lovely in the sunlight!
*plants daffodils in blog*
*holds head to prevent flashbacks*
Arkie: Thank you for sharing your uber sophisticated taste in musaaac with us.
It's also a comfort to know that even the gigglebunny Schookie could remember the name of that band, seeing as it only involves the first 2 letters of the alphabet and I know she has little bit of trouble after j.
*OMG, I am so much older than 17, it's not even funny*
I think pregnancy may have rotted what is left of Zombie's undead brain matter.
I wonder if anyone will notice.
So you're missing my smut huh? Because if you really want some...
*wondering if I should ask my smut question in Bob's blog*
farther
You are a dork.
Oh, and will you pick up your bloody pole? I fall over it when you leave it in my blog.
MM: I should have know the resident smmutress would come wandering through to sully up the high class establishment that is Bob's blog (ignore the musaaac). Next time, please remember to take your underthings with you when you go. I don't need MTW or Carey sniffing around again.
Coco: Takes one to know one!
*laughs till she drools*
And? I wasn't actually the one that had Poles being left out where other residents would trip over them.
I am just here to say hi. I don't need to be insulted. I don't want to insult anyone. It's a nice day and I feel nice and happy and stuff.
Hi.
Since you asked nicely;
should I get a thicker vibe? Coco has made me rethink whether mine is really quality material. (think "Quarter" instead of "wrist")
I'm glad your happy, Seana. Air headed, sparkly, fluffy fairy princesses should be happy. They are often happy in the spring. I think it has to with warm air expanding.
Gosh MM, I don't know. You could ask your husband. I think that making him weep with inadequacy would be a fun way way to spend an afternoon.
*slaps forehead*
Why didn't I think of that?
(ftr, *he* bought it for me, tyvm)
*grin*
Incoming ..*ducks and runs*
Right, Lasann, you think you can waltz in because you were my favorite a couple days ago?
The memory of kindness by a Bob is short, kinda like your nose would be if you had married a husband who could afford a decent plastic surgeon.
*wonders if Bob knows me well enough to say bad things about me*
I hope Bob doesn't say anything too insulting to you, Jen. She might make you cry.
*kicksmooch*
Hey Bob - I saw your real name over in Coco's blog! It was a funny name, too. I can't remember what it is because when I first read it I didn't know it was you so I didn't have my long-term memory turned on. And then when I knew it was you, Coco had already changed it. But it was funny, and kinda Frenchie sounding too.
So is it worse to be insulted by Bob or worse to rank so low on the universal scale of everything that you are even beneath insulting?
*ignore SS*
You still here Arkie?
I thought the bowling league called and needed someone to play ASAP.
For the other team, of course.
Swami wouldn't know French if it kissed her on the mouth.
Reading this was worth it just to see Nookie say "Go Suck a Shroom."
Buwauahahahaha!
Goodness, Frenchi is in a very bad mood today, isn't she?
*waits to read more insults*
*Smooches for Frenchi*
Actually that's true. I've never done a Frenchie. Assorted Americans/Canadians, a few Indians, an Arab, a Serbian, a Norwegian and almost an Italian. He was having a bad day. Too short for me anyway and he didn't know how to order in a restaurant.
Bonjour Swami. Wanna do moi? *grin*
*hugs Bob*
I would post a comment, but I'm still trying to cope with the trauma of my parent's divorce 35 years ago.
I've just learned I was damaged beyond recognition or salvation. Dammit, this is why I say Ignorance Is Bliss!
Oh, and Bob, I think you're pretty.
Waltek, it's nice to see the cheesoholic finally managed to drag herself over to my blog. I understand you have important things to do like counting cheese cubes or something.
That's important in Wisconsin, right?
Or was it pototoes?
I always get those dry, flat boring places mixed up.
Look MM: High heels!
and a first aid kit.
Swami : slut
Schnookie : ditto
BTW, I was thinking about calling you guys whores, but that would mean someone would need to pay YOU.
*wonders if that was a bit mean*
*gets over it*
Um Zombs, I hate to break it to you, but generally I only hug people who aren't decaying wreaks of flesh.
*sprays air freshener*
And MTW, I can understand that you are still tramatized over your parents divorce. That only makes sense as you were such a terrible child that you caused it.
Sorry MTW, knowing your taste and judgement that's simply insulting.
*leaves flesh chunks*
Boy Bob you got quite a few hits today. What's wrong with everyone? They all like to be treated like dirt?
Zombs, everybody knows that women, for the most part, can't resist being treated like dirt.
"what's wrong with people?"
Well, sometimes people find it amusing.
What's totally disturbing is people who come back to be insulted again. That's just freaky.
Women only?
I figured everyone who wasn't me deserved that.
Does anybody else want an "I was insulted by Bob" t-shirt? I'm thinking of having some made.
We'll need quite a few, I'm guessing, but that's good because it'll keep the unit cost down.
What picture should we put on the shirt?
I would like one of those T-shirts. That will save me from having to come up with witty rejoinder.
L'esprit d'escalier, c'est moi.
It should have mushrooms, obviously.
So, I'm heading home now.
You guys can figure out what you need to add to your sad little wardrobes while I'm away and, if you like, you can insult each other as well.
I'm nice like that.
Ow!
*clutches chest*
That one hurt, Bob.
I think I saw her name too! It was french no? It did not register really cause I did not know it was her name.
Was it Bobette? Babette? Barette?
It's mispronounced Irish.
That was my last lick. I am going to bed.
*smooches everyone*
Not only do I feel left out, I'm way behind. *pout*
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