Hey, Wonkers, we know we said we'd be giving somebody second place in our Anthony Weiner Photoshop Extravaganza (first place went to shirtlesselfiedarth™ already, for the image we used to announce the contest), but at the very moment we were judging the entries, the Sekrit Chatcave was overwhelmed by an essay containing such epic grad-student jargon and whininess that it just put all your little dick jokes into perspective and made us realize that none of your efforts, not even SayItWithWookies' Dali-themed Blingee above (we especially like the '61 Chevy lowrider), could possibly add anything to The Discourse ever again -- not that you are supposed to add to the discourse, because that is appropriative, and also theft. And so, the winner of our photoshop contest and all other photoshop contests forever, even at other blogs, is Jessie-Lane Metz, for her outstanding
BUT! as my scots grandma met my irish grandpa on the boat to canada that he was taking to pursue his pregnant sister and beat up her (married) boyfriend, i feel i have street creds.
(this is why revenge never works. you end up moving to french speaking territory, drowning in the st. lawrence seaway and then your grandkids grow up in chicago. these are all true facts.).
oh thank you chichi! i've actually spent a fair amount of time in montreal (we lived there for a year or so when my grandmother was dying - tho i was quite young). and i actually speak passable quebecois.
The semicolon is when you take a drink. That's why William F. Buckley Jr. always seemed drunk at the end of his essays. (Plus also he was already drunk before starting them.)
shouldn't do it from a mobile browser, but if you post via your email app it might. Smart-phones all have email account settings that specify sigs- just gotta dig in a bit
ok. Ravine of Mockability is either my new band name or a new hashtag and pretty much the reason i return to wonkette.
well anglo (my mom grew up in westmount i think?)
BUT! as my scots grandma met my irish grandpa on the boat to canada that he was taking to pursue his pregnant sister and beat up her (married) boyfriend, i feel i have street creds.
(this is why revenge never works. you end up moving to french speaking territory, drowning in the st. lawrence seaway and then your grandkids grow up in chicago. these are all true facts.).
oh thank you chichi! i've actually spent a fair amount of time in montreal (we lived there for a year or so when my grandmother was dying - tho i was quite young). and i actually speak passable quebecois.
with a chicago accent which is always pretty.
I like semi-colons but that is semi-colon rape
Oui.
Today, we are all vaginas.
The semicolon is when you take a drink. That's why William F. Buckley Jr. always seemed drunk at the end of his essays. (Plus also he was already drunk before starting them.)
Nice!
k. so "Je m'en câlisse" is what i say when i meet the family of my mother in montreal next month?
oh. i thought this was about sarah palin. my bad.
mash-up:
Jessie-Lane Metz v. donald trump
I thought iRaq was where we fought the terriers over there so we didn't have to fight them somewhere else?
I'm pretty sure "I can't fucking find them! And I looked!" Is a dick joke...
A thousand thanks.
yeah, but it was a purebred so they should have been OK with it
shouldn't do it from a mobile browser, but if you post via your email app it might. Smart-phones all have email account settings that specify sigs- just gotta dig in a bit