Oh, hi, good people of Wonkette. My name is Jason, and when Rebecca reached out to me to tell me that today is the 10th Anniversary of Wonkette, "and some old editors are writing posts about their time there or whatever," I thought to myself, "Wow. Has it been ten years? Or are one of us, or both, drunk right now?" Turns out all of that was true, probably.
And thank God Jason no longer has to get shitfaced drunk every Saturday night to get ready to liveblog the Sabbath Gasbags the next day! Although I will certainly miss his humor, insight, and wisdom.
Is Butterstick doing that thing with the Land O' Lakes butter box where you cut out the front and bend up her knees and she looks like she's flashing you?
A classic!
Best use of a butterstick since "Last Tango in Paris."
Open-carry state?
And thank God Jason no longer has to get shitfaced drunk every Saturday night to get ready to liveblog the Sabbath Gasbags the next day! Although I will certainly miss his humor, insight, and wisdom.
Too bad. That column was one of the few reasons I continued to visit Huffpoo after AH turned it into AOL lite
I hope he'll keep up his Rebel Mouse page.
Wait, all this time, Butterstick was a PANDA?
A Last Tango reference; Pre-Santorum Peen; or Boehner Toehner? No, no, and no.
Is Butterstick doing that thing with the Land O' Lakes butter box where you cut out the front and bend up her knees and she looks like she's flashing you?
A classic!
Best use of a butterstick since "Last Tango in Paris."