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It makes more sense than the Bible.

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♪♫♪♫ <i>Oh you can tell by the way I wok, I'm a Doritos man, no time to talk...

Hah, hah, hah, hah, Sautein' at five Sautein' at five...</i> ♪♫♪♫

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GRIFT IT, GRIFT IT, GRIFT IT GOOD!...

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Two <i>minutes???</i>

Why, what on earth could they be doing for the other minute and forty-five seconds?

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The Thetans were...

♫ <i> ... Lost between the Moon and Jersey City... </i> ♪

(Sorry, I seem to be in a tuneful mood at the moment for some reason.)

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"Pulp novel" is too elevated a term to use when describing the meth-scented brain farts of the Nicotine Narcissist.

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"The grift artists are in the mall. The grift artists are in my hall. Their rip-offs leave our emptied wallets on the floor And every day the swindler boys bring more..."

<i>~ with apologies to Pink Floyd</i>

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Doloras, you are the <a href="http:\/\/en.wikipedia.org\/wiki\/Joseph_Brackett" target="_blank">Joseph Brackett</a> of Scientology.

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Je suis Xenu.

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Excellent..

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Two minutes? Who's she dating - Barry Allen?

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I'm pretty sure the Doritos letter was some exceptionially fine trolling.

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Ah, the Chatcave has got you, ain'a?

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Also, too, he was Great and Powerful.

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Oh, lots and lots of words. But, to me at least, "best-selling" means some individual things you wrote sold a really large number of copies, not just that you sold a lot of words.

What is "is", I suppose.

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Bruce libel. Or not.

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