Weep, weep, Wonkette, for your fallen prince Ken Layne. Okay, that’s enough. Oh, I see I might have scared you, since there is apparently a surfeit of youngish people falling over dead these days. (Davy Jones, you were the girl that I knew somewhere!) No, no, Layne is fine. He is just old and tired and hates all of you, each, individually. And so I am here to bring some laughter and love to your marathon sessions sitting on your couch, “looking” for “work.” (Dope and Cheetos.)
It's dark in here... *looks at watch*Goddamit, 5 years slow, again!
Lol<br /><br />---
Has someone been snorkeling?<br /><br />---
Ken, I&#039;ll just leave my thanks on the dresser like always. Good luck to ya.
/snark I woke up around three with a splitting headache...so while waiting for the meds to kick in, I looked about online. Since my &#039;net feet always bring me to Wonkette, I took a peek. Nothing happening that early in the morning so I thought I would look at old comments. That was fun...there&#039;s a lot of uproarious snark in these parts, this little corner of snarky sanity on the web.
Would I?! Would I?!
So you &quot;bought&quot; Wonkette or just redistributed it to yourself? This is important.
ur doin it rong
Or Pinterest...I understand the ladies dig that site. Although, I wonder if Jeremy has shown any Linterest there.