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The Top 10 Comments of the Week / Brian Prisco

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When I was a child of nine years old, I attended a summer day camp, which finished off the year with a giant sleep over in Memorial Park in scenic downtown Quakertown. At midnight, the campers would take a haunted hike through the park and the woods where people would jump out and scare you. I was so petrified with fear within the first five seconds, I had to be carried on a counselor’s shoulders, sobbing and shaking through the rest of the hike, and constantly assured that it was all fake, and it was just my friends trying to scare us, and I couldn’t possibly be hurt. Still, I was a mess, and slept next to the bonfire the rest of the night.

The next year, I was in the hike, getting sliced in half by the Predator. The group walked up, and saw my bisected torso, stuffed with sausage and liver and guts hanging out. One of the counselors started dry-heaving because it looked so awesome.

For the rest of the time I went to the camp, I was involved with the night hike, eventually to the point that I was designing the story, and the special effects (which involved some years setting a dummy on fire and twitching it with fishing string so it looked like it was still kicking, pulling out someone’s eye, cutting a kid in half with a chainsaw, and the piece de resistance, a young girl with a torn out stomach looking for her baby, which was then smashed to pieces on railroad tracks) for the next couple of years. I brought up a whole generation of children on my scary stories, to the point where they all can now tell them.

Now, I write horror movies. And I still can’t walk through the woods alone at night.

What the hell is the point of all of that? It’s in reference to the whole debate about whether or not people are bad parents for bringing their children to see horror movies. Raise your kids how you want. If they can deal with the scary movie, if they enjoy it, if they are cool with the stuff that goes on, then I say why not? It might unleash their creative side. Someone’s not a bad parent because they subject their children to horrific violence or coarse language. They’re just raising their children their own way. My parents probably would have pitched a kitten had they known what I was being subjected to, but they also knew that I was raised not to be a dumbass, and everything worked out. Yeah, I was scared. But I got over it, and I was the stronger for it.

But seriously, if your child talks during the movie I’m watching, I’m going to throw them on the floor and stomp on their chests until I hit carpet. Just because you’ve decided that this child can handle the moviegoing experience, doesn’t mean I have to be a part of it. Take the seed outside. Leave it in the streets. Run it over with your car! And stop complaining that comic book movies and video games are too violent for children. It’s not my fault you breed. What, that stuff’s just supposed to be for children? Fuck you, and your horse with no name. My job sucks. Most network television sucks. I choose to come home, pop in a disc, and drive recklessly. Smashing into other cars with a stolen Dodge Charger, staining my hood with hooker blood and john stains, before shooting it out with the cops helps me from doing it in real life. I’ve often dreamed of letting the 101 Freeway run red with the blood of the nonbelievers as I churn them to shred with my ice cream truck of death. Your kid really wants to see Batman but it’s too upsetting? He really wants to play Grand Theft Auto: Kansas City Heat, but you don’t want him to? And now he’s upset? Good. Now he’s prepared for the crushing defeat of life. That’s worth the price of my Wii right there.

I welcome Alex the Odd to our writerly fold. Pay attention, because everything she writes about will eventually be sawed-off, fucked-up, and raped raw by the networks in order to fill the prime time slots. It’s all about the foreign remakes now, kids. And Alex, you’re doing a bang-up job, so enjoy it. Cause soon they will turn on you like the jackals they are. It’s only a matter of time.

Enough of this drivel! I feel like I’m in front of the DNC, but not hot like Chelsea Clinton. Let’s do it to it!

10. I thought you meant the winner of season four [of American Idol], and I was like…Carrie Underwood has a dick? That’s a trick. — Jaci

9. Why you gotta diss on community theater like that, yo? — boo

She knows what she did. (Ominous Music) — Jeremy

8. Let’s be honest, that Foucault reference was reaching. Really reaching. “The movie’s about prisons, let’s throw in some Foucault!” Yeah, no. C’mon now Stevens, your reviews are vapid enough without making yourself look like a dilettante. — markus

(Wow. I put that quote up here this week, because I want you to appreciate that it was actually SAID. It’s like the Crown Royale of Douchitude. There are plenty of assholes on this site, but seriously. This belongs on a Brown term paper criticism or muttered angrily before a heated fencing duel, but on a pop-culture website? You best recognize.)

7. Okay, Updike and Roth I get (I guess) but calling Irving a misogynistic pig? Seriously?

I’ve read almost everyone one of his books and as a card carrying member of the hotpocket society I call bullshit on that. So the dude has some minor hang-ups on prostitution, incest and old chicks. He also goes bonkers for bears, tattoo’s and random acts of inter species violence. It makes him quirky (and a fucking genius) but not a woman hater. The guy paints detailed pictures of complicated characters that make weird choices, but because they are so well written you root for them anyway. It’s true that a lot of his female characters are wounded or abused in some way, but so are the males. And even if they are dealt an unfortunate faith, that is often true for the world we live in. Or do you have to be “packing vag” (I don’t recall who introduced that phrase but it made me feel weird the last time I put on my jeans, like I should also have a holster of some kind…anyway) to write about women these days. He doesn’t push women in a victim role, he shows how people survive. How they find happiness (or content) in unorthodox places and more importantly, he never judges them. He just writes honestly about people that are as interesting as the crazy world they live in.

Misogynism is a real problem, in literature, in politics, in life. But calling people sexist pigs for portraying women in a way that might be perceived as unflattering to those who don’t look beyond the surface is part of the problem. Writing about whores and abuse victims doesn’t make you a misogynist. Calling your wife a cunt on television does… —Pants

(Hahahaaha. Hot pocket. I didn’t hear the rest of your words, because you’re a girl, and nothing you say is important. But at least you look pretty.)

6. As a super commited graduate member of a major fraternity (read: needledick frat boy) I have have admit that I love reading barbs about my adopted kind. Maybe it’s because I’ve managed to collect two degrees that are not ‘Communication’ or ‘Golf Course Management’ while avoiding VD thus far, but mocking my brethren puts a smile on my face. I feel a little guilty enjoying it, kind of like cheering for the Australian women swimmers because they’re hot.
And worry not, Pajibaland— college sorostitues won’t get the wrong message from them film: they’ve all already been whores for a long time. Especially the fat ones. — Johnny Frat

(Oh. Now, I get your point, Pants. Do you see what happens when you don’t read? You end up in a fraternity. Brothers don’t let brothers become brothers.)

5. Fuck a May-December romance. Fuck in right in the ass. I have had it with May-December romances. Ben Kingsley and Penelope Cruz? Hell to the fuck no. Jack Nicholson and Helen Hunt in As Good as it Gets? Please. And let’s not forget Catherine Zeta-Jones and Sean “Oops, I Crapped My Pants” Connery in Entrapment.
I’m not trying to be a cranky bitch here; I realize that these relationships do exist in reality. But WHY?! Relationships of the sexual persuasion should not exist between beautiful young women and men with faces like catcher’s mitts who are so old they probably won’t even go down on a vagooter because foreplay hadn’t been invented yet back when they were honing their game. But maybe I’m just bitter. — Mella

(What you need to appreciate about Mella’s quote, is that for the entire week, she was bitching that we were all so negative, and that we all needed to just calm down and chill. But then this little font of rage burst forth. God bless you, Mella. You’ll be a hell of a cougar some day.)

4. Why is it that every time YouTube comes up in a movie the reaction tends to be “Not another lame attempt at appearing trendy”? I don’t remember this being the case when people started using the internet in movies (although Hollywood’s interpretation of “The Net” is still just hilarious to watch). Is it because we know that, in a year or so, any reference to anything on the internet will be groan-inducingly dated? Or is it that a movie paying homage to the power of YouTube is like a book about how awesome TV is? All the while you’re just thinking: “They have a point, I could be wasting my time much more efficiently.” —Macafee

3. What!? “Oops! All Berries!” is the shit. It’s like speed wrapped in crack and dipped in Red Bull. Once after one bowl, not only did I teach myself Portuguese, I also reset my grandma’s hip and punched a goat. It was the most productive half hour of my life. Yes, it’s like eating diabetes and when it gets stuck in your teeth you look like you went down on a rainbow. So what? A grandeza tem um preço(Greatness has a price). —jM

(I’m at the point, I’m just ready to give jM a special award of her own. I try really hard to be fair, but she’s always got one or five precious zingers every week. Someone’s going to have to bust her funny bone, or panda her out or something.)

2. I don’t understand why this review is so negative. This movie looks so good! The trailer had me ROFL in the cinema. Seriously!! And I totally HEART Anna Faris!! It’s not like all movies need a message that u agree with, Dustin. And u shouldn’t pick on people like Rumer Willis and Kahtarine McPhee, who have both really earned their success. They both work really hard and have loads of talent, and K.McPhee is soooo pretty!!

Also, you spelled ‘women’ wrong. Maybe you should, like, try spellchecking before postign or something?? — Candy

Conrad’s got a sister. Who knew? —jay

(And our number one this week….)

1. I love “The Office.” I love Dwight. I want to love this movie. Like I wanted to love “Walk Hard.” I have a thing for rocker movies (even rocker spoofs) because I was an amateur groupie with local bands at my college (meaning I was in love with a guitarist in one of our local bands and sufficed my love for him by dating musicians in other local bands). I now just live vicariously through rock movies. Why, oh, why do rock movies keep end up being bad? I know most people probably think “Almost Famous” is overrated now, but that movie made me want to be an entertainment journalist (and helps me continue to live vicariously through “band aids” “groupies” “fans” or whatever girls who chase rockers are called nowadays, and it was a decent look at the music world. Wake me up when they make a rock/rap/hip hop/r&b/musician movies that is worth the one night stand I’ll have with someone afterwards to re-live my youth. — Raye Raye

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What do you want? It’s August. Not only are the movies sort of the dumping grounds, but the comments are getting there too. By the way, for those keeping score, the comments of the week are chosen at 8 PM PST on Wednesday before the column goes up. Everything from Thursday to Wednesday is fair game.

Anyway, Raye Raye, for your bandwhoring ways, you receive a T-shirt. Please send your approximate coordinates, sizes, and a pair of your panties thrown at Tom Jones to dustin at pajiba dot com.

Next week, same bat time, same bat channel. BBBQ. The extra B is for Bring your A Games.

OBAMA/BIDEN…BIDEN? Really? Delaware Biden?
He’s from where my credit cards come from!


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Comments

I don't understand why this review is so negative. This movie looks so good! The trailer had me ROFL in the cinema. Seriously!! And I totally HEART Anna Faris!! It's not like all movies need a message that u agree with, Dustin. And u shouldn't pick on people like Rumer Willis and Kahtarine McPhee, who have both really earned their success. They both work really hard and have loads of talent, and K.McPhee is soooo pretty!!

Also, you spelled 'women' wrong. Maybe you should, like, try spellchecking before postign or something?? -- Candy

Dear Candy -

You suck. Your tastes suck. Go back from whence you came, and don't let the door hit you on the way out.

Hugs and Kisses, Mike R.

P.S. Negative? This...IS...PAJIBA! (hurls Godtopus at Candy)

Posted by: Mike R. at August 28, 2008 12:52 PM

Mr. Prisco, sir, why do you hate me?

Posted by: Pookie at August 28, 2008 1:01 PM

I'm staring to think I deserve a shirt for all the shit I take around here.

P.S. I don't have a sister. Just an idiot cousin and his twin brother Wendel.

Posted by: Conrad (last name withheld) at August 28, 2008 1:02 PM

I choose to--nay, I have to--believe that "Candy" is one of the regular eloquents taking the piss out of the rest of us. That bit at the end about spelling "womyn" wrong gives me hope that it's just a gag.

jM, I swear that "going down on a rainbow" bit just about did me in! Too funny, chickie! But the burning question is, which tastes better--a rainbow or a panda?

Posted by: MO(meaux) at August 28, 2008 1:04 PM

Man, I was without internet from saturday to last night and I missed all kinds of good shit! Dammit, I feel so behind.

Congrats to Raye Raye.

Posted by: Genny (also Rusty) at August 28, 2008 1:06 PM

I choose to--nay, I have to--believe that "Candy" is one of the regular eloquents taking the piss out of the rest of us.

I remember thinking that at the time, meaux, but Jay's riposte was pitch-perfect. Of course, in this meta-post-hip internet age I also thought that Jay might have banged out both posts -- one to setup the other -- but if he did then I think he still deserves the Prisco praise he got. In fact, if he thought it through to that degree then I think he deserves the top spot!

Posted by: Che Grovera at August 28, 2008 1:10 PM

Very true, Che, it was pretty damned funny!

Posted by: MO(meaux) at August 28, 2008 1:18 PM

I thought Jay was a lock for the top spot. I remember almost peeing my pants when I read his response.

Think about it, MO(meaux). A panda is like a giant walking Oreo... and I love Oreos.

Posted by: jM at August 28, 2008 1:26 PM

OBAMA/BIDEN...BIDEN? Really? Delaware Biden?
He's from where my credit cards come from!

MWahahahahahaha!!! Prisco... You're in my company's database. I can control your financial fate. I can lower your credit limit. I can raise your rates. I want in the top 10 next week, or else.

By the way...why the fuck are you paying 14.95 to a site called Onion Booty.com? Anybody who's anybody doesn't bother paying for porn anymore. Especially not porn involving Brazillians with curvy turd cutters.

Posted by: PissBoy at August 28, 2008 1:26 PM

I'm not going to write anything any more. Instead I'm sending Prisco a shitload of naked pictures of me every Wednesday morning. THEN WE'LL SEE WHO GETS A TOP GODDAMED SPOT! OH YES, WE WILL SEE! YOU SIT UP THERE, IN YOUR GODDAM TOWER, PASSING JUDGEMENT ON PEOPLE LIKE POOKIE AND ME AND THAT BEN GUY (who coincidentally is a real asshole - no, not the Harry Potter guy, but the other one - man, he's a twat) HOW YOU COULD OVERLOOK MY DISABILITY WHAT WITH A GODDAM CONJOINER THAT I'VE GOTTA LOOK AFTER FOREVER AND HOW I CAN ONLY FIND LOVE UNDER THE FLICKERING LIGHTS OF THE MUNCH&GO PARKING LOT AND WHY WON'T MY MOTHER RETURN MY PHONE CALLS AND WHHHYYYYYYY AAAAHHHAHAHA SOOO LOONELY!

Anyhow, yeah. Full-frontals, pal.

Posted by: Skittimus Maximus at August 28, 2008 1:26 PM

I just love the idea of anyone punching a goat.

Posted by: Julie at August 28, 2008 1:26 PM

Much congrats, Raye Raye. Don't forget to send in your address. And the hours you'll be away from your domicile. Ya know...just in case we gotta hand deliver it...or put in hidden cameras to watch you enjoying the fruits of your labors in the wee after hours of the night...

I still maintain we need to ban jMjMisms on it, where we can all laugh and laugh and then throw up rainbow panda sperm.

Cuz that's how we roll.

Posted by: Shadows of Dakaron at August 28, 2008 1:27 PM

jM had me at "eating diabetes" mostly because I feel compelled to pronounce it diabeetus like Wilford Brimley.

Prisco, chest-stomping is your part in the toughening of America's youth. It's like sticking silverware in electrical sockets or trying to impregnate a panda. They either learn their lesson the first time or plunge headfirst into the world of S&M.

Posted by: branded at August 28, 2008 1:27 PM

Che, I had that same thought about Mr. Jay's post. I hope Mr. Jay isn't involved in any shenanigans around here. Although being named top commentator can be very lucrative, nonetheless we should all strive to be above board.

Posted by: Pookie at August 28, 2008 1:28 PM

AAARGH!!! Stupid html tags not doing what I will them to do!

Much congrats, Raye Raye. Don't forget to send in your address. And the hours you'll be away from your domicile. Ya know...just in case we gotta hand deliver it...or put in hidden cameras to watch you enjoying the fruits of your labors in the wee after hours of the night...

I still maintain we need to ban jM. She throws the curve off. She should get her own weekly column with nothing but jMisms on it, where we can all laugh and laugh and then throw up rainbow panda sperm.

Cuz that's how we roll.

Posted by: Shadows of Dakaron at August 28, 2008 1:29 PM

Thanks, Che. Unfortunately I can only claim an assist to the mysterious lady. Of course I finally place again the week that Prisco says the bar's really low at the moment. Ow, my balls.

I keep telling myself I'm not even gonna try anymore! But I'm just too damn verbose with too many references being triggered in my head to keep quiet. Onward!

(jM would actually have a case for removing herself from consideration. Unlike certain people we know, eh?)

Posted by: Jay at August 28, 2008 1:31 PM

"..try spellchecking before postign or something.. "


- now that just seems like a dead give away right there.

Posted by: Odnon at August 28, 2008 1:40 PM

... am I... am I a "certain people", Jay?

Posted by: Skittimus Maximus at August 28, 2008 1:41 PM

This just got me thinking about the kind of parents who took their children to watch 'Dark Knight'. And I'm talking about 5 year olds here, who started CRYING whenever the Joker showed up.

There was this dad and his 10 year old kid sitting in the row in front of me, and you could tell the kid was in turns completely bored or scared shitless, but it was the dad who cracked me up.

He would cover the kids EYES with his HANDS every time someone in the movie would kiss. When they kissed. WHEN THEY KISSED. But he was perfectly alright to have the kid cower against him when the Joker was threatening to cut people up with a knife or when Two Face kept showing up with his eye hanging out.

Jeebus. I was torn between cracking up and feeling sorry for the kid and wanting to punch his dad in the face for being such a fucktard.

Good parenting at work!

Posted by: figgylicious at August 28, 2008 1:42 PM

AAAAUUUGGHHH!!! jM, I just had the most disturbing image of pandas lined up in the Oreo factory, uhh..."doing their thing" onto the cookies like a big old furry assembly line!

Posted by: MO(meaux) at August 28, 2008 1:42 PM

Skittiums, the reason you never win is because there's no t-shirt made for whackadoo deformed guys with creepy freak-o's growing out of their torso. Maybe if you weren't all Stuck On You and shit you might win something someday.

Plus, I hear that every night, Minimus dreams of your death.

Posted by: TK at August 28, 2008 1:42 PM

I think those "certain people" know who they are.

(it's me, isn't it? sniff..and I thought we were friends...)

Posted by: Shadows of Dakaron at August 28, 2008 1:43 PM

...ummm, can Prisco forward me the pictures of Skittimus? Please?

Posted by: Anna von Beaverplatz at August 28, 2008 1:44 PM

Anyhow, yeah. Full-frontals, pal.

Believe me, Skitt, I tried. It doesn't work. Though it DID land me a position at Zombie Forecast, so maybe it just depends on who you send it to.

And Brian, if you actually got the reference for my post, you get a BJ.

Posted by: Jeremy at August 28, 2008 1:47 PM

Skittiums, the reason you never win is because there's no t-shirt made for whackadoo deformed guys with creepy freak-o's growing out of their torso.

Wait...Skittimus is really Guato from Total Recall??

Posted by: branded at August 28, 2008 1:48 PM

He would cover the kids EYES with his HANDS every time someone in the movie would kiss. When they kissed. WHEN THEY KISSED. But he was perfectly alright to have the kid cower against him when the Joker was threatening to cut people up with a knife or when Two Face kept showing up with his eye hanging out.

figgy, he probably works for the MPAA.

Posted by: jM at August 28, 2008 1:50 PM

and by Guato, I of course mean Kuato. Dammit.

Posted by: branded at August 28, 2008 1:51 PM

At six years old, my favorite movie was Poltergeist, and I grew up completely normal. Completely...[daydreams about banging the cute guy from last night's Quizzo match in a canoe]...and utterly...[eats sushi, contemplates stabbing Jodester with chopsticks for funsies]...without a doubt...[sings the chorus to She-Bop]...NORMAL. [Decides to change career from publishing to forrest ranger. Looks up statistics on bear attacks. Decides to take up golfing instead.]

Posted by: Julie at August 28, 2008 1:52 PM

And really? Rumer Willis "earned her success"?
How? By "successfully" making it out of her Mom's Scooter Chute? Come on - Demi did half the work on that one. And she is probably still doing half the work even now. If Candy's tongue were planted any further in her cheek, it would burst through like an Alien from an unsuspecting stomach. Which, come to think of it, is probably what Rumer Willis' birth actually looked like.

Posted by: Odnon at August 28, 2008 1:53 PM

Are those really the top ten comments this week? Because...yawn. Prisco's diatribe outdid them all.

Posted by: Cindy at August 28, 2008 1:55 PM

Actually, I've had personal communication with said Mr. Jay (I want to be him, so I asked how) and I report that he is:

1) lovely
2) polite
3) funny
4) in or around Atlanta
5) sadly, not a panda

Why do I have odd crushed on people I don't know? Why do I think Julie and I would be fast friends? Why do I think that TK, PissBoy, Skitt, et al, are all really really hawt? Why?

Posted by: Estelle at August 28, 2008 1:56 PM

I mean, come on...you're gonna take something seriously that someone named Candy said? That's almost as ridiculous a name as TK or Skittiums....

Posted by: Shadows of Dakaron at August 28, 2008 1:58 PM

"Plus, I hear that every night, Minimus dreams of your death."

Now why would you want to go and say something hurtful like that TK? If I ever were to pass, Minimus would have to drag me about for the remainder of his lonely days. Christ, as of right now, he can barely carry a bag of water softener salt, let alone drag two hundred pounds worth of dead brother around.

No, we've got an agreement: he dies, I cut him off/out and have him bronzed and mounted above the fireplace at his favorite bar; I die, someone's got to drag us out behind the compost heap and kill him with a shovel.

You can find more details as well as an application form at www.whatwouldwendeldo.com...

Posted by: Skittimus Maximus at August 28, 2008 1:58 PM

Pajiba I think that the top comment list should be suspended immediately due to allegations of fraud. One of our members ( I refuse to mention his name but to say that he was a member of a revolution in Cuba) has accused anther member of dishonest tactics to win a coveted spot in the top comment section. Pajiba I implore you to immediately investigate these allegations.

Posted by: Pookie at August 28, 2008 1:59 PM

Oh, what the shit? I've thought, for several months now, that Minimus was just another name for Maximus's penis. I am not kidding people.

Posted by: Kolby at August 28, 2008 2:08 PM

P.S. I don't have a sister. Just an idiot cousin and his twin brother Wendel.

Posted by: Conrad (last name withheld) at August 28, 2008 1:02 PM

You can find more details as well as an application form at www.whatwouldwendeldo.com...

Posted by: Skittimus Maximus at August 28, 2008 1:58 PM

Skitt, what is Minimus' given name? Is it...

Wendel?

Conrad has an idiot cousin with a twin brother named Wendel...Skittimus Maximus has a conjoined twin...it all comes into focus now.

I loves me a good puzzle, yes I do.

Posted by: Che Grovera at August 28, 2008 2:09 PM

Kolby: I have always and will continue to think that Minimus is a metaphor for Skittiums' penis.

Posted by: feramones at August 28, 2008 2:12 PM

This is why I love the Top Ten Comments segment:

I cannot possibly read every single comment on this site. I have a life to lead, and a site of my own to run.

But you, dearest moderators and owners of Pajiba, have to read every single comment on this site. Thus, I am treated to the very best of those comments.

And while I would argue with the arrangement of the numbers -- for instance, this week, I think I would have awarded the Number One Slot to

9. Why you gotta diss on community theater like that, yo? -- boo

She knows what she did. (Ominous Music) -- Jeremy

SHEER BRILLIANCE. Like, totally.

-- it's a Quibble, really.

Bravo, again -- Job Well Done.

Posted by: Maryscott O'Connor at August 28, 2008 2:14 PM

Kat McPhee is really pretty. House Bunny is still an abomination despite that.

Posted by: DemonWaterPolo at August 28, 2008 2:14 PM

On a more personal note...it's starting to worry me how many personalities Skitt has. I think Gummo messed him up a lot more than we give it credit for.

Posted by: Shadows of Dakaron at August 28, 2008 2:15 PM

Aw, Kolbers, that's cute that you assumed he was talking about his dong.

Skittiums, rumor has it that the plan is to kill you in your sleep, cut himself free and then use his turkey claw to wheel himself around in the little cart he's having custom-designed. I'm just saying, you know, watch your ass.

Posted by: TK at August 28, 2008 2:16 PM

So, Skitt's wink grows out of his chest?

Yeah, do me a favor and don't send those full-frontal shots to me, as much as I love you. It's just that I just ate. Thanks much.

Posted by: Kolby at August 28, 2008 2:17 PM

TK - but is it a Murdercart?

Posted by: Kolby at August 28, 2008 2:18 PM

what the shit? I've thought, for several months now, that Minimus was just another name for Maximus's penis. I am not kidding people.

Why do you think these concepts are mutually exclusive?

Posted by: Wednesday at August 28, 2008 2:19 PM

Why do you think these concepts are mutually exclusive?

Because I believe everything TK says. Is that wrong?

Posted by: Kolby at August 28, 2008 2:22 PM

"Why do I think that TK, PissBoy, Skitt, et al, are all really really hawt? Why?"

Posted by: Estelle at August 28, 2008 1:56 PM

I have no fricking idea why you would think that, Estelle. I always pictured that group looking like Sloth from Goonies, Rocky from Mask, and Freakshow from Harold and Kumar Go to White Castle. But thats just me.

Posted by: JP at August 28, 2008 2:22 PM

HA HA, Skittiums looks like Freak-

Wait.

Sloth?

You go right to hell, JP.

Posted by: TK at August 28, 2008 2:24 PM

Oh, what the shit? I've thought, for several months now, that Minimus was just another name for Maximus's penis. I am not kidding people.

HAHAHAHA!!! I now want to go back and read all references to Minimus over again from that perspective. Too funny.

I think if Skitt does name his junk though, it should be called Skeetimus Maximus or Skeetimus Alloverus.

Posted by: jM at August 28, 2008 2:26 PM

There, there, TK. Here, enjoy your hubcap full of scraps and ignore JP.

Posted by: Kolby at August 28, 2008 2:28 PM

This comment board is just so, well, damned empty.

Here, let me start.

Marry, fuck, or kill (The Gruff Voice Edition):

Bea Arthur, Debra Winger, and Judy Tenuta.

Discuss.

Posted by: The Pink Hulk at August 28, 2008 2:28 PM

Prisco,

You can bet your sweet, sweet ass I'll make a fine cougar someday. I'm more than halfway there, as I'm already in my late 29s.

Meanwhile, I'm collecting designer fur turbans and maribou high-heeled slippers and practicing my martini glass-throwing for both accuracy and distance. Some fine day, I'll have a delicious stable of young, firm cabana boys and vengeance WILL be mine!! No longer will the crusty old farts have all the May-December fun! NAY!!

Oh, and the official uniform at Chateau Mella? The Ball Bra. Google it, my friends. You'll thank me.

Posted by: Mella at August 28, 2008 2:28 PM

JP - I've always imagined them as various forms of my delicious Existential Philosophy prof from back at school. You know, part Rupert Giles, part Javier Bardem, part....naked in front of a computer writing comments on an obscure movie "review" web site.

oh

wait

hm.

yeah, maybe not.

Go outside, you pasty-assed freaks!

and stop drinking, or something.

Posted by: Estelle at August 28, 2008 2:32 PM

AHH!!! My eyes!!!

Posted by: Shadows of Dakaron at August 28, 2008 2:34 PM

Estelle,--it's because we have been brainwashed by movies and tv (and many books, for that matter) that by and large, the world is mostly full of pretty people (or at least the ones to pay attention to are pretty), and so we have a hard time fathoming that non-pretty people could be as awesome as the commenters here on this website; therefore, the commenters must be hot (or hawt, as you say). And if they are not pretty at first glance, then all they need is a makeover, and presto! hotness (hawtness).

When/if we do ever have that PajibaCon, I think there may be a lot of "really? that's what you look like? hmm, I pictured you differently..."

Of course, there is that phenomenon, where you have a friend who you don't think is terribly bangable when you first meet him/her, but as you get to know her/him, you decide that you were originally on crack, 'cause this person is the shit, and all you want to do is jump his/her bones. And since we've had this time to get to know each other before meeting, we may just find other wicked attractive from the get go. Who knows?

ANYWAY, I'm not casting aspersions on the folks you mentioned--I have no idea if they are hawt or not. And besides, there's no accounting for taste. Hawt to you may be gag-ugly to me and vice versa.

Posted by: tamatha at August 28, 2008 2:36 PM

Well, I'm taking it upon myself to let you guys know that I'm fucking gorgeous. You're welcome.

Posted by: Kolby at August 28, 2008 2:39 PM

Estelle, we WOULD be fast friends, I'm a friend whore and will talk to anyone who makes eye contact. Just this week I forced a lost Swiss gentleman to follow me on the subway to the Liberty Bell and convinced a young Floridian businessman to join me and my friend in Quizzo. I love strangers. It's going to get me killed one day.

TK, Sloth is a compliment. What girl wouldn't want to be with a strong disfigured man in a Superman tee with a chocolate addiction?

Posted by: Julie at August 28, 2008 2:40 PM

I think you're hawt, tamatha.

{bats eyes seductively at you}

Posted by: Shadows of Dakaron at August 28, 2008 2:42 PM

Shadows of Dakaron has bat eyes?

Fucking creepy, dude.

Posted by: I Love Beets at August 28, 2008 2:44 PM

Thank you, Mella.

Bea Arthur, Debra Winger, and Judy Tenuta.

This, The Pink Hulk, is exactly why I need you to be my big gay pink glitter-exploding BFF.

Posted by: Anna von Beaverplatz at August 28, 2008 2:45 PM

Of course, there is that phenomenon, where you have a friend who you don't think is terribly bangable when you first meet him/her, but as you get to know her/him, you decide that you were originally on crack, 'cause this person is the shit, and all you want to do is jump his/her bones.

Oh, so that must be why I can't keep a job for more than three months?

Posted by: Adere at August 28, 2008 2:45 PM

Let me just say that the three people I mentioned (Sloth, Rocky, Freakshow) are all very nice, loving people who are handsome on the inside. Dont be scared by their horribly disfigured faces. And TK, I'm sorry if your Mom wasn't very nice to you. Would you like a candy bar?

Posted by: JP at August 28, 2008 2:46 PM

Thanks Beets, now all I can picture is that Shadows looks like the bat boy from The Weekly World News.

Posted by: tamatha at August 28, 2008 2:47 PM

I've only met two Pajibans in person Tamatha, but I can attest that PissBoy looks like Pete Wentz (complete with guyliner and emo pout) and The TV Whore looks like one of the Hanson brothers. Not that one. The one with 13 kids.

Posted by: Julie at August 28, 2008 2:48 PM

I was raised by a horror-film loving, albeit poor (hence the lack of funding for babysitting serives), hippie mom, who took me to see Alien when I was four. She instructed me to cover my eyes during the scary parts. There I was, face covered,during the "Gooey alien baby bursts forth from John Hurt's chest" scene. I couldn't see a damn thing on the screen, but I screamed right along with the audience.

And it is my belief, ladies and gentleman, that this early and frequent exposure to horror films gave me cancer.

True story.

Even though I was practically raised on scary films and horror books, I about busted a nut on this ignorant ass family who brought their six-or seven-year-old daughter to see The Strangers. On top of the fact that they brought in a child to a totally inappropriate horror flick, they cruised into the theater twenty minutes into the film with the mother bitching loudly as she walked up the aisle, "There ain't no seats in here! Where the fuck we supposed to sit?" There's good people here in the RVA. Just quality.

Posted by: Alabamapink at August 28, 2008 2:48 PM

I concur, Anna...

And the answer is obvious for so many reasons.

Marry Debra Winger, fuck Judy Tenuta, and kill Bea Arthur, because somehow...some way...Bea Arthur must be stopped.

Posted by: The Pink Hulk at August 28, 2008 2:51 PM

The TV Whore looks like one of the Hanson brothers. Not that one. The one with 13 kids.

Yeah, that narrows it down.

Posted by: Kolby at August 28, 2008 2:52 PM

Julie - that lost Swiss gentleman wasn't my father, was he? He also visited the Liberty Bell this week! I also find myself strangely attracted to helping tourists around Philly. Maybe you and I can start a Rouge Touring agency, where we find tourists and give them tours of Philly against their will, but in the end they have a great time and tell everyone back home that Philly has the best (unknown) tour guides.

That would be awesome!

Or; I need to get out more. One of the other.

Posted by: Estelle at August 28, 2008 2:52 PM

Alabama Pink...are you truly an Alabamian?

I'm here in Birmingham myself, and when I saw The Strangers, I, too, was amazed when a couple brought in their child, who was about the ripe old age of 6, along with their 3 year old.

Now while I understand that babysitters can be rough to come by, do you HAVE to see the movie that badly? I mean, is one date night worth no sleep for the next 3 months?

Posted by: The Pink Hulk at August 28, 2008 2:54 PM

I still say F* DC Comics. Props to Prisco, of course, but just the same: may they forever wear the self-inflicted wedgy of "the Dark Knight" as a sphincter-biting badge of shame.

Posted by: Hater from Siloam Springs at August 28, 2008 2:57 PM

Estelle, I would love that. Though my tours of Philly would take about 10 minutes. "Wave hi to the Liberty Bell! NO we're not going inside you can see it from the street, there's Ben Franklin's grave so throw your goddamn penny, NO we're not going inside you can throw it from the sidewalk." Then...barcrawl.

Posted by: Julie at August 28, 2008 2:58 PM

JM I laughed so hard at your comment, Diet Mt. Dew came out my nose. That, I can assure you, is not pleasant. I was glad my treasurer just left from signing my paycheck because if he had heard me, I KNOW he would have come back, ripped it to shreds in my face and looked at whatever the hell I am doing on line, all alone in my office all day long. Then, my Pajiba secret would be out....

boo, big props to you for defending community theatre....I am the QUEEN of community theatre, bitch!

And, uh, when I was a kid, my dad was watching the original "Frankenstein" late one night, and thought it was too scary for me, at 12, to watch. Bullshit. I eat that shit with a spoon. My kids, on the other hand, have been living on stuff like "Sin City," "Poltergeist".....hell, right up to hard-R's forever. Look, guts! Eww, brains!!! Zombies! Vampires! This ROCKS!!! We watched some super-twisted movie called "Series 7" with our weekly movie gang the other day...next up is "Black Sheep."

Yup, twist 'em early and often, that's what I say.

Posted by: dammitjanet at August 28, 2008 2:59 PM

What? no Elfthyse Alley (or however you spell that shit). Rouge Touring would not involve lame shit like bells and pennies...no!

it would be, Who can outdrink Estelle and Julie (I have a feeling you have stamina) at first the Good Dog, then Bar Noir, then Silk City, then Monk's, and finally Dahlak.

fuck Dirty Franks.

and no Godtopus horses!

I LOVE this idea...let's totally do it and get the Tourists to buy us drinks!

yay!

Posted by: Estelle at August 28, 2008 3:04 PM

I'd like to think that I'm a little more refined than to go about naming my privates in such a juvenile manner. That being said, me and Minimus are gonna go take a dip in the MurderTank's Whiskey Fountain, conveniently located in Ye Olde Clit Woode Tarvern, a turn-of-the-century themed drinking establishment. As the hootch absorbs into our pores, we'll set the auto-pilot for the current whereabouts of Michael Bay's loved ones, and continue our Pajibascrapbook, now complete with the Googlemaps locations of several lucky Pajibans who will be receiving blurry nude photos of my douchebag of a cousin's wife from back in her stripper days.

Naming my privates, indeed!

Posted by: Skittimus Maximus at August 28, 2008 3:05 PM

First off, The Khyber would have to be in there, as I am a huge fan of dollar Yuenglings.

and finally Dahlak.

???!!! Are you in West Philly as well? I live half a block from Dahlak. :)

Posted by: Julie at August 28, 2008 3:07 PM

Sorry, grave omission of the Khyber - truly sorry.

JULIE - DUDE - WE'RE NEIGHBORS! I'm at 50th & Chestnut, a regular of Dahlak, the Satellite Cafe, the 34 trolley...we should ABSOLUTELY start this Rouge Touring company.

Posted by: Estelle at August 28, 2008 3:15 PM

Awww....can I at least be a sexy bat boy?

I've never seen another Pajibian in person, but I have seen pictures of two of our PajiLadies. And man, are they hawt! Like, walk up to em in the street and dry-hump their leg, hawt.

I was introduced to The Thing at the ripe ole age of 6. My parents tell me I didn't sleep for three weeks. True story. I don't remember, of course, because that entire period has been blacked out of my memory. Good times. And now I have refined discriminating tastes in horror and suspense, and get the "get off my lawn, whippersnappers" feeling from watching the atrocious attempts being put out nowadays.

Posted by: Shadows of Dakaron at August 28, 2008 3:15 PM

I'm at 50th & Chestnut, a regular of Dahlak, the Satellite Cafe, the 34 trolley

HA HA HA! The Satellite Cafe scares my preppy ass, everyone looks so MEAN when I pass there on my way to get my drunk on at Dock St. :p

And holy lord in heaven, I take the 34 to work every day. I'm at 47th and Cedar, half a block from Baltimore. I love Dahlak, when we lost electricity about a month ago my roommate and I spent the night making friends with a group of neighborhood boys and playing bad music on the jukebox with their money. Hee.

Like, walk up to em in the street and dry-hump their leg, hawt.

And yet that never happens to me Shadows. Sad face.

Posted by: Julie at August 28, 2008 3:21 PM

And yet that never happens to me Shadows. Sad face.

Looks like I'm paying Philly a visit...I haven't dry-humped a hot lady in public since they lifted the restraining order on Kate Winslet.

Posted by: Shadows of Dakaron at August 28, 2008 3:23 PM

Julie, the Satellite is the happiest place on earth; it's not scary! Fuck, the ride on the 34 is scarier! Will you get a seat? Will a work truck block the rails? Will it ever show up?

Dock St? Shit, I know we've run into each other before. I am now going to order a shirt that reads:

"I am Estelle. Are you Julie?"

until I meet you randomly throwing pennies are Ben's grave with Old Swiss Men.

Posted by: Estelle at August 28, 2008 3:28 PM

September 26th. Friday night. Save the date, ladies. That's when I shall more likely than not be crashing towards Philly the night before my buddy's wedding.

Posted by: insertclevernamehere at August 28, 2008 3:30 PM

Will you get a seat? Will a work truck block the rails? Will it ever show up?

Ha! Will the driver remember to open the back door (BACK DOOR!!)? Fuck, do I have tokens? Runs to Fu Wah Will I get a seat that's NOT covered in sunflower seeds? (happened yesterday)

From now on I'll wear my Pajiba Busted shirt to Dock Street...I'll be sure to stick out my chest and eagerly eye up every girl that walks through the door. Oh wait, I do that already.

Posted by: Julie at August 28, 2008 3:35 PM

I'll be sure to stick out my chest and eagerly eye up every girl that walks through the door. Oh wait, I do that already.

Sigh...I'd be more upset if I weren't so damned attracted.

Posted by: Shadows of Dakaron at August 28, 2008 3:38 PM

Shit, now, I'll have to start ogling all the boobs in Dock St....

oh, wait, Yep, you guess it! I do that already.....

Posted by: Estelle at August 28, 2008 3:40 PM

I'll do the same for you my dear, should we ever meet. :)

And you're on Prisco.

Posted by: Julie at August 28, 2008 3:42 PM

Shadows, get your ass to Philly, stat! If all goes well there could be some useful footage of their resulting bar crawl, and its aftermath. I'm counting on you for this one! Take the HD camera, I'll free up some space on our usual server.

Posted by: lordhelmet at August 28, 2008 3:45 PM

The bar crawl's got to start with khyber happy hour. Of course, khyber happy hour is dangerously awesome, so there's a very good chance that the only crawling being done is out the door and towards home, in a drunken haze.

Posted by: thejodester at August 28, 2008 3:47 PM

That happy hour is awesome because we're always there.

Posted by: Julie at August 28, 2008 3:49 PM

Estelle, Julie, and all other lovely ladies of Pajiba who oggle other lady boobiage. Could you be so kind as to expound on your love of the sweater pillows and how you go about featuring said sweater pillows on a daily basis. My penis thanks you kindly.

Posted by: JP at August 28, 2008 3:50 PM

RE: Are children too young to see horror movies?

Do you know what book my parents read to me as a child? Struwwelpeter, Merry Stories and Funny Pictures, by Heinrich Hoffman. There was the merry story about Little Suck-a-Thumb, with the big scissor man who came and cut his thumbs off. And the girl who played with matches and got burnt up. And Cruel Frederick who pulled the wings off flies. This was some gory crap to be reading to a little child.

Do you know what book my dad loved as a child? Max and Mortiz, by Wilhem Busch. This is another 19th century cartoon book with poems about evil children who blow up their teacher, put bugs in their uncle's bed, steal, torture, and eventually get ground up into flour and eaten by ducks.

Kids always loved gory, horror stories. Taken them to movies is just another version of these picture books. Just rent the DVD and watch them at home, and don't inflict your kids on me.

Posted by: BWeaves at August 28, 2008 3:51 PM

"Anyhow, yeah. Full-frontals, pal." --Skits

"Believe me, Skitt, I tried. It doesn't work. Though it DID land me a position at Zombie Forecast, so maybe it just depends on who you send it to." --Jeremy


That is a completely true story. I pride myself on maintaining my rigorous hiring practices, you know.

Posted by: Sarina at August 28, 2008 3:55 PM

Julie, Estelle are either of you free Saturday? Because I really need to get out, Philly's only an hour(ish) away from Bawlmer, and I could use a drink... or, um, a lot. your tour sounds awesome.

I would totally be willing to reciprocate if either of you ever wished to visit Baltimore!

love, LizzieBorden

Posted by: lizzieborden at August 28, 2008 3:58 PM

Shadows Umm, I'm sorry, but here is my point of reference . And that is just not sexy.

It's not my fault. Blame I Love Beets. She put the image in my head.

Posted by: tamatha at August 28, 2008 4:01 PM

Okay - did we all just agree to take over the Khyber Happy Hour on Sept 26? 'Cause other than rock out in Library School (I'm not kidding - see my comment about wanting to be Jay), I've got nothin' going on.

Plus, Sweater Pillows and Wiener Pillows are quite possibly the most hilarious names ever. I was going to change my last name to Awesome, but I think I will change it to Pillows, instead.

My name is now Estelle (Sweater) Pillows.

JP - there will be no photographic evidence. Just use your imagination, it's probably going to get you happier than the reality.

Posted by: Estelle at August 28, 2008 4:03 PM

I would totally be willing to reciprocate

Sometimes I love where my perverted mind likes to wander...

Shadows Umm, I'm sorry, but here is my point of reference . And that is just not sexy.

Damnit. Oh how I wish we had avatars on this site...I would totally adopt this.

Posted by: Shadows of Dakaron at August 28, 2008 4:04 PM

Sorry Lizzie (I'm kind of afraid to hang out with someone named Lizzie Borden in Baltimore, but I'll move on)

Sorry Lizzie, I will be in the 'burbs on Saturday night. Perhaps next Saturday? Julie, Jodster, are you gals in? Anyone else?

Posted by: Estelle at August 28, 2008 4:06 PM

i promise to leave the axe at home! i swear!

next saturday is supposed to be the company "picnic", but fuck those people. i'm in.

actually, if i leave from there it wouldn't even be an hour up, they live in pylesville....

Posted by: lizzieborden at August 28, 2008 4:11 PM

September 26th, 2008. Friday night.
Meet me at Khyber Pass.
I will be the guy who looks like Hoggle leading around a bunch of tall single attractive males.
And potentally one short dude who looks like Willow, but he's the one getting married.
We're coming from Quakertown first, so who knows when we'll arrive.
The night ends in A.C.

Posted by: insertclevernamehere at August 28, 2008 4:13 PM

Let's see, this Saturday is jodester's barbeque, so unfortunately I'll be stuck drinking with that skank. Next Saturday...I think I'm free! Lizzie, I will totally give you a holler next time I'm in Baltimore. I've been meaning to go to the aquarium...cause I'm a geek. Who loves the fishies.

JP, 90% of my clothing shows off The Cleav, much to the consternation of my mother. My boobs aren't huge, but they are commanding.

Posted by: Julie at August 28, 2008 4:14 PM

Wait, I Love Beets is a chick? Huh. I had no idea.

Posted by: Anna von Beaverplatz at August 28, 2008 4:14 PM

I'm in, just work it out with Julie and she'll let me know. I like do let her do all the work.

Sept. 26th, Khyber, happy hour -- 5 pm. Be there or be sober.

I'll be the one sitting next to the chick with 5 inches of cleave, talking to a dude in a Slayer t shirt. Can't miss me.

Posted by: thejodester at August 28, 2008 4:17 PM

I'm in, just work it out with Julie and she'll let me know. I like to let her do all the work.

Sept. 26th, Khyber, happy hour -- 5 pm. Be there or be sober.

I'll be the one sitting next to the chick with 5 inches of cleave, talking to a dude in a Slayer t shirt. Can't miss me.

Posted by: thejodester at August 28, 2008 4:18 PM

thejodester apologizes for her double-postin' ways. She was distracted by the cleavage.

Posted by: thejodester at August 28, 2008 4:19 PM

I like to let her do all the work.

You know I don't mind. I'm a giver.

Posted by: Julie at August 28, 2008 4:19 PM

Julie, I worked for a commanding set of boobs once. They were both men.

Posted by: JP at August 28, 2008 4:20 PM

I think Shadows just had a coronary.

Posted by: thejodester at August 28, 2008 4:20 PM

Bwahahaha. Here's the band that will be performing that night:

JAPANOODLE FEVER Featuring
Peelander-Z the Japanese Action Comic Punk Band, was formed by Peelander-Yellow, Peelander-Blue, and Peelander-Red (claim they are from Z area in the Planet Peelander!!) in 1998, and came into action based in NYC. These three dress up in color-coordinated costumes about as if they came out of Japanese Animation (claim those are not costumes, but the skin!!!) put on a fun entertainment. Yes, their performance is not just playing music. Have you heard of human bowling, wrestling and kung-fu action, or funny dance at the punk rock shows? Peelander-Z knows how to entertain the audience by dragging them into the show. One experience would capture you!! Peelander-Z is the best of the universe!
Tsu Shi Ma Mi Re Japanese Super Girl Rock Trio!
Bakubeni Japanese Defective Boys And Girls Punk Rock Band!
Quaff The main characteristic of "quaff" lies in the twin-vocal style of "uta" (melody) and "tuzuri" (rap) - a rock band with heavy emphasis on the very essence of being Japanese. The underlying epiphanic message is obvious in the lyrical content as well as in the unique melody. The band's material is written around the beauty of Japanese language. What "quaff" is trying to convey, is human emotion, vision, heart of music as art form, and strong will. Their music is not within any given boundary, a musical genre, and it remains to be true art, which is virtually non-existent in the domestic (Japanese) music scene. The very essence of this oriental feel and its emotional expression can be appreciated throughout the world, beyond the obvious appeal for the Japanese ears.

Posted by: insertclevernamehere at August 28, 2008 4:22 PM

In the immortal words of The Todd...

"Best. Conversation. Ever. Carry on."

Posted by: Shadows of Dakaron at August 28, 2008 4:23 PM

Ok, first of all JAPANOODLE FEVER may just be the best band name I have ever heard. Second, if they are HALF as entertaining as the band I saw with Seth and PissBoy, we are in for a sweet ass time.

Have you heard of human bowling, wrestling and kung-fu action, or funny dance at the punk rock shows? Peelander-Z knows how to entertain the audience by dragging them into the show. One experience would capture you!!

Oh PLEASE Peelander-Z, capture meeeee!!

Posted by: Julie at August 28, 2008 4:26 PM

You know Anna I have no idea. I don't know if Beets actually said anything along the way to lead me to think she is of the lady persuasion, or if I just jumped to that conclusion because whenever I see her (his?) name, I think of the Evil Beet website with the woman in the bikini with the evil beet tattoo.

Posted by: tamatha at August 28, 2008 4:27 PM

By the way, Julie, if 90% of your clothing shows off the Cleav, does that mean the other 10% shows off the Beave? Just asking.

Posted by: JP at August 28, 2008 4:31 PM

Strangely enough, Peelander-Z has played at the khyber before. I've heard excellent things about their show -- basically that it's f'ing insane and awesome.

Posted by: thejodester at August 28, 2008 4:31 PM

okay, so not tomorrow, but next Friday, Julie, Jodster, Lizzie(not Borden), and I will meet at 5 at the Khyber? Am I right? Am I going to meet new people??

Julie, just for old time's sake, can we chuck pennies at Ben's grave?

fun.

and, also, the 26th, to meet up with the Murdertank

"looks like WIllow"

are we talkin' "short adorable little dude,"

or

"short adorable Allison Hannigan"

?

??

'Cause there's a difference.

Posted by: Estelle at August 28, 2008 4:31 PM

That's ok, tamatha. It's not an unreasonable assumption. Last week, I asked Skitts to double check and make sure he was a dood.
It's the internet, people. I can't see you!! I have to make assumptions based on comments, and every now and again, something throws me off. I'm getting a little hysterical right now, as I certainly did not intend to offend Skitts or insinuate that he was less than a man, because I have certainly seen the light. And his schween. Delishweenis!!

Also, I need to drink more. Home it is, then! To the gin!

Posted by: Anna von Beaverplatz at August 28, 2008 4:35 PM

We've got to save Madmartigan!
That one.

Posted by: insertclevernamehere at August 28, 2008 4:36 PM

does that mean the other 10% shows off the Beave?

...YES.

And Estelle, I'll be there! And it's ALWAYS the Peck Willow. Always the Peck.

Posted by: Julie at August 28, 2008 5:00 PM

My boobs aren't huge, but they are commanding.

Julie, I freakin' love you.

Also, y'all are making me kind of sad that I'm all the way up in the Great White North. Dammit, I want to rock out with the cool kids! (you know...for once in my life....)

Anna von B, you've seen Minimus?!!

Posted by: MO(meaux) at August 28, 2008 5:01 PM

I live in the North. Not sure if it's great and/or white, but say for instance, I was on the run from the law because I SUPPOSEDLY committed arson at a major electronics store resulting in the ruination of an entire strip mall and say, that MAYBE, prior to the above mentioned arson, I was caught with my pants around my ankles, peeing in a mailbox. With me so far? Okay, so SAY I was doing that, and when approached by authorities, I TRIED to figure out how to make a molotov out of a two-liter bottle of Mr. Pibb and lighter fluid while running, sans pants, behind the previously mentioned electronics store, thus inevitably starting the blaze... So, if all of that WERE true, I could be in Canada within twelve hours. Well, actually, about fourteen now... It's tough to steer when your hands are covered in burn salve...

Posted by: Skittimus Maximus at August 28, 2008 5:22 PM

(does that mean the other 10% shows off the Beave?

...YES.)
+
(My boobs aren't huge, but they are commanding)
= the best kind of afternoon I don't get nearly often enough
(and a promotion for Julie to Commander Cleavage!

Never mind me, I'll just be sitting here with a smile on my face, waiting for Shadows to post the footage. Please, continue.

Posted by: lordhelmet at August 28, 2008 5:25 PM

So, next Friday then? I probably can't be there exactly at five, but probably by 5.30. I'm all about meeting new people, as long as you all promise not to molest me. Too much.

And Julie? The Aquarium was totally gonna be on my tour! "See, there it is! Now look at the price! Did you just die a litle inside? I did! Look, you can see the seals for free, if they're outside oh wait they aren't." and then we'd go down to Federal Hill and spend that money on beer.

Does the Khyber have a website... so I can get directions? OH GOD, i'm not going to have to get on the Schuykill Pkwy, am I? THAT ROAD IS OF THE DEVIL!

Posted by: lizzie(who will leave the borden at home) at August 28, 2008 5:54 PM

Do you know what book my parents read to me as a child? Struwwelpeter, Merry Stories and Funny Pictures, by Heinrich Hoffman. There was the merry story about Little Suck-a-Thumb, with the big scissor man who came and cut his thumbs off. And the girl who played with matches and got burnt up. And Cruel Frederick who pulled the wings off flies. This was some gory crap to be reading to a little child.

Posted by: BWeaves at August 28, 2008 3:51 PM

Oh my fuckin' Godtopus! My staunch German mother thought those were wonderful kid's stories -- perfect to inflict on a little thumb-sucker like me. I can picture that maniacal scissor man doing his gleeful jete while brandishing his blood-stained shears (kind of the way I picture Skitt) and the bright red bloodless stumps where the boy's thumbs used to be as I type this. *shiver*

You can DAMN well better believe my thumb-sucking daughter never saw shit like Der Struwwelpeter when she was that age. I just gave her extra hugs -- and kept her away from my mother.

Posted by: Che Grovera at August 28, 2008 6:12 PM

[Starting Post at 5:27pm, takes me a long time to write, so please forgive all commentary posted ahead of any idea I want to represent, and my being so damn slow in trying to make a point, sober or otherwise]

Funny that three of my favorite commenters posted in a row just before I was going to comment on something that's been bothering me since exactly 2:15pm today (which I blame not on Julie, Mo and Skittimus Maximus, in that chronological order- they've nothing to do with this opinion).

It's that I just got back from happy hour(s) at my fave Mexican restaurant and felt the need to advance my carpal tunnel syndrome a bit more, like it really needs it, while my cerebri would not stop reflecting on this soon-to-be-named person's post from earlier today; mulling it over, trying to find the humor, insight, sarcasm or simply a new revelation a commenter brings along once in awhile; that, and still be able to function enough to form a coherent RESPONSE.. lessee what happens, eh?

"I (in bold) cannot possibly read every single comment on this site, I (in bold) have a life to lead, and a site of my own to run.."

Maryscott O'Connor, 08/28, 2:14 pm

Okay, uhmm, well... how condescendingly generous you are, Ms. O'Connor, to the Pajiba readers who not only read all of the comments (because we want to), at the same time working full-time jobs that, while they may not be as difficult as "leading" an antagonizingly boring web site that I personally gave up on visiting a long time ago (and I'm so left wing that I myself have fantasies of beheading Bush on worldwide TV, just to be added as another great hero of our country's history); howwweevveerrr...

Ms. O'Connor,

I ask that you re-read your 2:14pm commentary, and let us all know, beyond a Shadow of a Dakaron, that you really felt so elitist as to remind the rest of us (and remember, you're bringing the staff into this, too), that WE ourselves don't have a life to lead, and thus can spare our worthless asses from ever trying to be as relevant and hip as you obviously believe you (and your site) to be.

Y'know, I absolutely LOVE mouthy, angry, shouted and pissed-off rants at our current administration (that's not sarcasm here, folks, I mean it).

But a snide, needless remark at how we Pajibans happen to be able to keep in constant touch with one of our favorite sources of entertainment, i.e., the COMMENTS Section...

that was totally uncalled for, and I don't think this 'tawdry' comments section is worthy of your even perusing anymore, much less commenting on, and you're just as welcome to not do any of either in the future.

[See how long it took me to write this, people?? I'm really putting in my best effort for my favorite site, whether you like what you read or not]

Posted by: TMax at August 28, 2008 6:16 PM

Brian,

(regular lurker, post whenever I fucking feel like it)

I respectfully submit that you are not qualified to present the 'Best 10' of the week. I could have easily pulled five Skittimus Maximus comments alone to replace others on this list, with no disrespect to the, er..um, present selectees. But I feel it's my duty to point this out to other Pajiba readers, who may simply acept your opinuons without question

Rule #1: NO COMMENT is ever funnier than what Brian can think of himself;

#2: DO NOT recommend ANY comment for 'Top 10' - it GARANTEES that Brian won't even put it on the list, since he's so much wittier than the rest of us and knows better;

Rule #3: He loves jM, and, even tho she's always cool, Bri's love lingers a bit 2 much on KAH-Reeeepppyyy obsession.

Rules aside, he's a most impressive writer, and I LOVED his take on kids in theaters- so sadly true.

Posted by: Smartless at August 28, 2008 6:53 PM

OH! My friends, no, no. I was just talking about the Rainbow Killer, and how jM is a genuine curve-ruiner. "Down on a rainbow" was gravy after "eating diabetes".

Lest I be judged, after all, right?

(and isn't "Glass Houses" a really good album?)


Wait, I Love Beets is a chick? Huh. I had no idea.

Ms. Beaverplatz, I awkwardly learned that it's basically just easier to assume the XX here. Rarely will an ambiguously named man correct you.

Actually one of my first girlfriend's nicknames for me was "panda" as I looked like a particular small stuffed one wearing a red tie, as I often did at work bagging groceries. But it's not for real, no. Besides that flaw, I blush at your flattery, Estelle.

Posted by: Jay at August 28, 2008 7:09 PM

and let us all know, beyond a Shadow of a Dakaron,

Sheer brilliance, TMax. I love reading your posts, they make me laugh and cry and think and feel good about being a part of a community where someone like you gets to express himself where I can witness.

Posted by: Shadows of Dakaron at August 28, 2008 7:13 PM

Rarely will an ambiguously named man correct you.

Posted by: Jay at August 28, 2008 7:09 PM

This line amuses the hell out of me, and I'm not even sure why. Just keep bringin' game, Jay.

Posted by: Che Grovera at August 28, 2008 7:13 PM

Wow, long-winded, arrogant, and insulting. Congrats on the trifecta, Tmax. If you ask me, Maryscott's comment was pretty innocuous, relatively inoffensive and, I'm fairly certain, said in jest. Way to overreact, jackass.

Posted by: I Love Beets at August 28, 2008 7:36 PM

Dakaron,
I am downright hurt and currently feeling the sheer agony of the (plainly) sarcastic barbs you have thrown my way - rest assured your withering comments shall be avenged and that I indeed will have the last laugh... Uhhmmm,
You were being sarcastic, no?
If not, then-ahem,cough,cough
please forgive my paranoia, it's just another tool I carry with me throughout each miserable, insufferable day -- hell, you don't need to hear this shit, get the fuck outtahea already...

Posted by: TMax at August 28, 2008 7:40 PM

Tmaxx,

Suck my elitist, liberal, feminist, imaginary dick.

Pithy enough for you, fuckstick?

Posted by: Maryscott O'Connor at August 28, 2008 7:58 PM

Hehe...if you've looked over my comment history at all, my friend, you'd know I don't do the sarcasm thing internetly too often...very easy to be mistaken like you currently have. In real life I'm a very sarcastic m-f.

I meant nothing but the best. Keep up the good work. I'm pretty sure you don't need another archnemesis.

Posted by: Shadows of Dakaron at August 28, 2008 7:58 PM

And fuck you once again, Beets.. if you have something significant to add, please just do it without having to ride on one of your insignificant insults you toss out so well, to deride from the fact that you have no original opinion of your own to offer.
Too many people are offended way too much nowadays over the smallest of issues- you're one of them, and I regret your ignorance on the larger ones at hand to waste your precious commentary on such a comment you so vehemently chose to respond so wittily to.
You do care about Pajiba's opinions, don't you? Especially mine. Admit it, you obvious troll.

Posted by: TMax at August 28, 2008 8:02 PM

Say, Tmax...

I thought you did it quite brilliantly. Even if there were WAY too many fucking typos.

Posted by: Maryscott O'Connor at August 28, 2008 8:06 PM

Yeeeowww, Maryscott O'Connor!

TMax is an awfully soft target. What can I do to get me some of that unreigned feistiness, kitten?

Posted by: Che Grovera at August 28, 2008 8:11 PM

Make no mistake, Tmax - you annoy me, you don't offend me. I simply felt that you overreacted... as you did again in your response. I also feel, as I've mentioned before, that you are long-winded... which you are. And you say I'm the one who is easily offended? The slightest provocation and you lash out at anyone who criticizes you - this isn't the first time and you know it.

Lighten up, Francis.

Posted by: I Love Beets at August 28, 2008 8:14 PM

So the Sarlacc comment gets the title complete with explanatory diagram but does not make it into the top ten?

I've been trying to figure out for a while what the proper spelling of "Sarlacc" is. Most sources (including the current official ones) cite it as "Sarlacc," but I could have sworn back in the early days circa 1983 that "Sarlaac" was making the rounds, and it still crops up online. There might be some interesting etymology there for the extremely nerdy. (I qualify.)

Posted by: DarthCorleone at August 28, 2008 8:42 PM

Che, watch it with that fucking "unreigned" bullshit.

I WILL bring down the fucking hammer. That shit sticks in my craw.

And yeah, those are both FUCKING euphemisms.

Wish I had a decent "evil grin" emoticon. Not that THOSE don't piss me off.

Excuse me, my boyfriend Al Gore is about to speak now.

Posted by: Maryscott O'Connor at August 28, 2008 8:45 PM

Julie's Boobs>> Command me, mighty ones!

Posted by: DarthCorleone at August 28, 2008 8:46 PM

OK, I'll bite...

Marry Bea Arthur, Fuck Debra Winger and Kill Judy Tenuta (after, she has to die to establish "Judyism"). And after all, they say Bea Arthur love is real love .

Posted by: MadMike at August 28, 2008 8:54 PM

And after all, they say Bea Arthur love is real love .

"Older women....are beautiful lovers. Older women...they understand. I've been around some, and I have discovered...that older women know just how to please a man".

Posted by: Jay at August 28, 2008 9:07 PM

Your boyfriend gave a kick-ass speech, Maryscott -- better than his norm, to be sure. Now we have the clean-up hitter squaring up to the plate...what's more American than a baseball metaphor?

I counted three euphemisms, so I'm not sure which ones "both" was referring to. No matter, though. Shit should never be in your craw (just ask Divine), so that one is commanding my attention!

Posted by: Che Grovera at August 28, 2008 9:27 PM

Beyond a Shadow of a Dakaron... heeheehee... damned if that's not likely to slip into my regular rotation. Although it'd be awfully hard to explain to, well, anyone. Anyway, TMax, you're welcome to come on up to my igloo for movie night any time!

Oh, and Skitts, if you need a place to hide until the heat dies down, keep driving north 'till you hit "Great" and "White," buddy....

Posted by: Aww screw it, just "meaux" at August 28, 2008 9:32 PM

Beyond a Shadow of a Dakaron... heeheehee... damned if that's not likely to slip into my regular rotation. Although it'd be awfully hard to explain to, well, anyone. Anyway, TMax, you're welcome to come on up to my igloo for movie night any time!

Oh, and Skitts, if you need a place to hide until the heat dies down, keep driving north 'till you hit "Great" and "White," buddy....

Posted by: Aww screw it, just "meaux" at August 28, 2008 9:32 PM

Argh! Don't drink and post, kiddies!!!

G'night....

Posted by: meaux at August 28, 2008 9:33 PM

Beets,

I have no arguments for your opinions (though you accuse me, particularly, of being long-winded, apart from others who have well filibustered beyond in rambling postings that I personally would NEVER have dragged on for so long - you know them, and don't pretend you don't)
I wouldn't be so ignorant of the human condition to call whatever pathetic 'attack' one wants to hurl at me as a direct result of one POV that any other Pajiban can clearly see through - I have Conrad to back me up on this, people
(I keed, I KEED - please don't feed me to the Cannibals)
If Beets wants to throw his/her criticism at me, simply (or most especially) for the fact that I seem to really push his/her button with my thoughts, then please keep on keepin' on, you obviously faith-driven adherent to all that is unreasonable in your own special world, like maybe: (No, I'll show some 'Brevity' here for your sake, and thank you, asshole, for pointing out the meaning)
Sorry I ain't learned it yet, but still I keep coming back, if only to bask in my great wisdom and pale, sickly whiteness reflecting on me as I lay dormant in this accompanying, cold-watered pool, always ready to answer one of your jerk-off comments..

Wish you were here, doncha, ya hater??
Okay, enough scribbling I won't remember tomorrow, make fun as you will, and God help me that I ever ignore a single voice of dissent- we're all part of the Pajiba community, and as such we all deserve to be regarded in ANY happenstance, whether I hate your fucking guts or not.
SHADDUPP, I DON'T HEAR YOU ANYMORE!!!lalalalalalala

Posted by: TMax at August 28, 2008 9:52 PM

Aww, you motherfuckers got me worried now. Why bicker amongst ourselves? Why? Lookit what we got here, lookit what has transpired over the ages m'biches... There's no reaon to get up in each other's shit about nothin'.

Can you count, 'Jibans?
I say the future is ours... if you can count.
Look what we have here before us...
We've got the Pookies sitting next to the TK Zombies.
We've got the Shadows of Dakaron, right by the Boozehound Cinephiles.
Nobody is wasting nobody.

That...is a miracle.

And miracles is the way things ought to be. You're standing right now with a load of eloquents grown from a hundred commenters.

And there's over a hundred lurkers. That's hard-core lurkers, not counting staff writers, and while they ain't completely sober, they ready to fight. Soldiers! There ain't but one Security of Homeland Security in the whole interwebs. Can you dig it?

Can you dig it?

CAN YOU DIG IT?

Don't fight, bitches. Unite. U-N-I-T-E!!

Posted by: skittimus Peacekeepumpus at August 28, 2008 10:25 PM

Seriously, Prisco - aside from the spelling errors, if that don't get me either a blowjob, t-shirt, or seasons 1&2 of It's Always Sunny In Philly, I'm packin' up my shit and headed for www.aintitcoolnews.com...

...and Pookie's comin' with me...

Posted by: Skitz at August 28, 2008 10:30 PM

I always sit outside of the usual comments section and internal jokes (read: I never understand them, never post anything closely related and nobody ever gives a shit), but I had to come around and say I'm perplexed to see a quotation in freaking Portuguese.

jM person, where the hell are you from?

Posted by: gargumma at August 28, 2008 11:17 PM

We've got payoffs, scandals, sexual intrigue, and forged top comments, this is not the pajiba I fell in love with.

Posted by: Pookie at August 29, 2008 12:07 AM

Julie

Did you just refer to yourself as a friend whore? I had never heard that term until someone called me that last year (moved to a new city, was hanging out with some different people, and during a meeting was dubbed a friend whore).

I've moved up, though, since now I introduce any new friends to my current friends so that we may all widen our circle. I'm a friend pimp.

Posted by: Sharon at August 29, 2008 12:28 AM

"A rosa e o Amaranto floresciam lado a lado num jardim, e o Amaranto disse à vizinha: "Como invejo a tua beleza e o teu doce perfume! Não admira que sejas a preferida de toda a gente." Mas a Rosa respondeu com uma sombra de tristeza na sua voz: "Ai, meu querido amigo, só vivo durante um breve período. Se uma mão cruel não me separa do caule, as minhas pétalas murcham, caem e depois morro. Mas as tuas flores nunca perdem a cor, mesmo que as cortem, porque são eternas."

Posted by: JP at August 29, 2008 12:37 AM

hell to the fuck no - my new favorite term

Posted by: beckels at August 29, 2008 4:30 AM

I made the comments? Gawd, I feel kind of like JM felt after her 'Oops! All Berries!' encounter (without the rainbow fellatio stains).

I'm guessing drinking cocktails nekkid friday will start a little early in Pajiba's honour (it's 1pm here, that'll do nicely). Cheers and have a great weekend everybody!

Posted by: Pants at August 29, 2008 7:08 AM

Oh, Che -- It wasn't LITERAL "shit" -- and anyway, you don't even know to which craw I was referring, sweetheart...

Posted by: Maryscott O'Connor at August 29, 2008 7:24 AM

Well, MO'C (typed that way it looks like your rap name!), shit and craw were two of the three euphemisms I counted -- but it was more fun to take you literally there!

you don't even know to which craw I was referring

Hmmmm. You are clearly not a ruminant -- euphemistically or otherwise. So only one craw for you. For what else could craw be a euphemism? Whatever it is, having shit in it certainly does agitate you...

Posted by: Che Grovera at August 29, 2008 8:07 AM

"A rosa e o Amaranto floresciam lado a lado num jardim, e o Amaranto disse à vizinha: "Como invejo a tua beleza e o teu doce perfume! Não admira que sejas a preferida de toda a gente." Mas a Rosa respondeu com uma sombra de tristeza na sua voz: "Ai, meu querido amigo, só vivo durante um breve período. Se uma mão cruel não me separa do caule, as minhas pétalas murcham, caem e depois morro. Mas as tuas flores nunca perdem a cor, mesmo que as cortem, porque são eternas."

Posted by: JP at August 29, 2008 12:37 AM

"The pink and Amaranto floresciam side by side in a garden, and the nearby Amaranto said: "How envy your beauty and your sweet perfume! No wonder that be the favorite of everybody." But Rose responded with a shadow of sadness in his voice: "Oh, my dear friend, only live for a short period. If I am not a cruel hand separates the stem, my petals wilt, fall and then die. But your flowers never lose their color, even if the cut, because they are eternal."

Thanks, Google Translate! By no means foolproof, but generally good enough to get pointed in the right direction...

Posted by: Che Grovera at August 29, 2008 8:16 AM

Howdy folks. It is I, the Number-Two-on-the-List CANDY - WOOO! I was going to remain silent, and let the is-she-fo'-shizzlers sort it out for themselves, but I just wanted to clarify that the awesomeness of Jay's post was in no way contrived - he just happened to hit the funny nail on the head in the right place at the right time.

And seriously, some people thought I was for real? I suppose that's really just a horrible indication of the level of critique we are used to on the internet and accept as commonplace. Come on, I tried to do everything possible to show that it was a joke. I called myself Candy, used the word 'heart' as a verb, said that Rumer Willis had earned her fame - and was pretty!?! For Shizzle people!!

Posted by: Candy at August 29, 2008 9:01 AM

Nicely done, Candy, nicely done! You had me 'til the last line, then I was pretty damned sure you were being a wise-ass. Love it.

Posted by: meaux at August 29, 2008 9:10 AM

I'm sure some got it, Candy.... esp that last line, "try spell checking before postign".... but it was pretty well-disguised sarcasm right up until that point! Which I personally think you deserve a prize for.

I awkwardly learned that it's basically just easier to assume the XX here.

Thanks, Jay... that is excellent advice, which I will probably forget all about and continue to be consternated when I can't figure it out. It's just my nature. Thanks for trying, though!

Boy howdy, I can't wait for next week's edition of Eloquent Eloquence. There was some good shite flying around up in here yesterday!

Posted by: Anna von Beaverplatz at August 29, 2008 9:27 AM

Holy shit! Why does GoogleMaps tell me it's going to take almost two hours to get to Philly from here?

Estelle, Julie, I'll still be there, it might just be a bit later than I originally thought. (that seems too ridiculous, though... two hours from Northern Harford Co to Philadelphia? Really?)

Do I need to wear a red rose or anything?

Posted by: lizzieborden at August 29, 2008 9:43 AM

I was only kidding about being hostile towards you, Candy, and I did appreciate your humor. Just in case you thought I was seriously flashing the teeth there, no hard feelings. (Besides, the Godtopus is squishy...like a stuffed animal.) I mean, I'm sure even Conrad will eventually admit his charade...unless he's just "that" delusional. Besides, the Rumer Willis bit was the giveaway...no human on Earth has that much of a tolerance for her. I'm, of course, working on the assumption that Bruce Willis hides his contempt and Demi Moore is an alien.

Posted by: Mike R. at August 29, 2008 10:53 AM

Oh my fuckin' Godtopus! My staunch German mother thought those were wonderful kid's stories -- perfect to inflict on a little thumb-sucker like me. I can picture that maniacal scissor man doing his gleeful jete while brandishing his blood-stained shears (kind of the way I picture Skitt) and the bright red bloodless stumps where the boy's thumbs used to be as I type this. *shiver*

You can DAMN well better believe my thumb-sucking daughter never saw shit like Der Struwwelpeter when she was that age. I just gave her extra hugs -- and kept her away from my mother.


Posted by: Che Grovera at August 28, 2008 6:12 PM

YES! My German relatives thought these were very appropriate children's stories. I was a thumbsucker, too, and that's the first story they'd always read me. Those bloody stumps are burned into my retinas even today.

Posted by: BWeaves at August 29, 2008 10:55 AM

" Innocents Lost"

From the ancient Greeks, to the nomadic Vikings man has used every tool available to him to best his competition. But those warriors had a sense of honor and duty, a creed if you will, which carried them from battle to battle. Very few men can die with a sense of honor, even less can live with one. Yesterday in pajibaland there were a series of allegations made by a reputable source that the scrounge of plagiarism has reached the shores of pajiba. We must be vigilant and guard against this most dishonorable practice.

Posted by: Pookie at August 29, 2008 11:22 AM

Lizzie, the Khyber is on 2nd St., between Chestnut and Market, across from the Plough and the Stars. If you see two brunettes, one with extremely long hair likely in a ponytail drinking a Bud (jodester) and one with an earth shattering cackle and some cleavage drinking a Yuengling (me), come say hello!

Posted by: Julie at August 29, 2008 12:01 PM

Those bloody stumps are burned into my retinas even today.

Posted by: BWeaves at August 29, 2008 10:55 AM

They are memorable in their cartoon grotesqueness. It's like German anime. 19th century children's torture porn, indeed!

Posted by: Che Grovera at August 29, 2008 12:52 PM

Julie, I will be the one walking in looking like a deer caught in the headlights. Longish ponytail most likely, and glasses that wouldn't be entirely out of place on a woman with a beehive in Baltimore in the 60s (not quite cats eyes, but definitely what i call my Pink Lady glasses!).

This is gonna be awesome!

Posted by: LizzieBorden at August 29, 2008 3:16 PM

Well, would you look at that. I'm number 10.

What the hell is wrong with your parents, Che? They scare the crap out of me, and I've never even heard of them before.

Posted by: Jaci at August 29, 2008 3:29 PM

What the hell is wrong with your parents, Che? They scare the crap out of me, and I've never even heard of them before.

Posted by: Jaci at August 29, 2008 3:29 PM

I dunno -- are my parents that different from everyone else's? Maybe I'm suffering from delayed onset Stockholm Syndrome...

Posted by: Che Grovera at August 29, 2008 6:10 PM

Julie, Lizzie -

I'll be the oddly tall brunette, with the tough looking dude, drinking some strange beer, cackling loudly as well (uh oh, Julie, the Khyber could be in for a rude surprise!)

Posted by: Estelle at August 29, 2008 7:02 PM

Well, my parents never showed me cartoons of children getting their thumbs cut off... maybe I was just sheltered.

Posted by: Jaci at August 29, 2008 10:14 PM

Pajiba I think that the top comment list should be suspended immediately due to allegations of fraud. One of our members ( I refuse to mention his name but to say that he was a member of a revolution in Cuba) has accused anther member of dishonest tactics to win a coveted spot in the top comment section. Pajiba I implore you to immediately investigate these allegations.

Posted by: Pookie at August 28, 2008 1:59 PM

" Innocents Lost"

From the ancient Greeks, to the nomadic Vikings man has used every tool available to him to best his competition. But those warriors had a sense of honor and duty, a creed if you will, which carried them from battle to battle. Very few men can die with a sense of honor, even less can live with one. Yesterday in pajibaland there were a series of allegations made by a reputable source that the scrounge of plagiarism has reached the shores of pajiba. We must be vigilant and guard against this most dishonorable practice.

Posted by: Pookie at August 29, 2008 11:22 AM

I resemble that remark! No, Pookie, not plagiarism or a "scrounge" -- just jealousy masquerading as idle speculation. I share your desire for the prize but not your desperation.

Posted by: Che Grovera at August 31, 2008 12:44 PM

Rule #3: He loves jM, and, even tho she's always cool, Bri's love lingers a bit 2 much on KAH-Reeeepppyyy obsession.

Okay! I admit it. I have an addiction to being on lists. I blew him... on a tricycle... in a field of daises... wearing a Wonder Woman costume... while feeding him a pork roll egg & cheese sandwich. That, or he really liked my Yeungling and nubile panda gift baskets.

Posted by: jM at August 31, 2008 11:21 PM





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