Oh, the clown. The only one of you buffoons who doesn't make me laugh.
OUCH. The only part of this that actually stung for a minute.
Your late-season conversion to a potshooting quipster is certainly an improvement from your former status as the snail-like arbiter of the SOMB Top 499 Movies / Bataan Death March Recreation Society.
This was predictable but mandatory and OTM.
I remember having some deep-running grudge against you at one point, but it was eventually filled with the cement of indifference and is now merely a deep-running unstable fissure of vague distrust.
Any grudge was one-sided and is news to me now. Wonder what that was about.
Admittedly it seems we are in something of a Slackmonaissance and that takes most of the vinegar and at least a few ounces of the piss out of this post. Cheers.
Bonus points for needling me about my abhorrence of the Janine affectations.
Within a point of the Snausage. I can live with that.
Fucking hilarious. Thanks!