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Thanks for the book recommendations and those of you who are starting on your own read-a-thong-tha-thong-thong. It started as a mission from God, became a challenge against Alabamapink, and I started a joke that kept the whole world singing. I hope this ends like the Penn and Teller movie.

I’ve lost count of the number of people this site has sent to rehab, fer the love of Christ. We’re like the Salvation Army for retards and social deviants. Instead of dressing up like Santa Claus and ringing a bell, we stand around in kilts and plaid skirts rugby tackling hipsters into mannequin displays. Chin that pint, you slag.

Now with the spanky new format, you guys are unspooling threads with tigrish ferocity. Sometimes there are just entire comment threads that are sheer brilliance. I can’t be bothered to pick one, I just recommend you go and check out the entire Zack and Miri section. It’s like watching first-timers do improvisational comedy games. It doesn’t matter what the original topic was, it immediately devolves into pet names for your privates, vigorous dry-humping, or screaming swear-filled tirades. Our political scathing is more about how many fingers you think Palin can take before she starts sweating. You people are degenerates, and I love it.

I tried to be democratic in choosing my temporary replacement. But much like any other attempt on organized parliamentary procedure, it quickly devolved into monkeys beating their chests and flinging their poo. People designed political posters, and made platform speeches. People kept throwing their hats in the ring, dancing around them with castanets, showing their boobs, and running for the hills. Every time I thought I had a clear choice for winner, they bowed out. Even when the heretics chanted for their emperor, the rally cry was shyly turned down. Mella would have made a hella queen.

It wasn’t an easy task, but I finally cast the bones, consulted my magic eight ball, and decided on Che Grovera. If Che chooses not to take his crown, or forfeits his duties, then a second candidate will be chosen. Che Grovera will be choosing the top ten comments of the week for the week of the 18th through the 25th. So you still get one more week of my tirades and diatribes, and then our dear muppet revolutionary will take the reins while I am drinking with you fine folks in the great Commonwealth of Pennsylvania. The Khyber Pass, September 26th, late night, clothing optional.

Out of respect for our brothers in arms who have fallen, and can’t get up, I have selected 11 quotes this week. Because I do what I want!

11. You know, you people should appreciate the class and refinement that I *try* to bring to this interweb cesspool. Seriously, it can’t all be Long John Silver’s and Colt 45. — BarbadoSlim

I’m living proof that both you and my mother were all wrong about this. — Wednesday


10. [In reference to Ben Folds Five] Who are they again? Didn’t they sing that Crash Into Me song? — Lucas

HERETIC!! Back to the foul depths from whence you came! — eddie walker

Lucas … you son of a bitch. — Brett

(Lucas is steadfastly becoming one of my favorite commenters. Because I picture him totally hanging outside a middle school, with a McConnastache, drinking beer from a paper bag, and admiring the schoolgirls. That’s my turf, fucko.)

9. (Spike) Lee decides to cash in on a few others:

1. Do the Right Thing…AGAIN!


2. He Got More Game


3. Jungle Fever 2: When Nature Calls (Tagline: Black and White are Back and Tight! (it appeals to the “urban demographic) 
and of course


4. Most of The Original Kings of Comedy — Kevin Longrie

(Too soon? Bernie Mac! Now who’s going to sell Shia LeBoeuf a Transformer!)

8. It is truly a sorry state of affairs in the world when a young, successful, African American man still isn’t allowed to wear a belt to keep his pants up. Keep up the good fight, Little Wayne! — Skittimus Maximus

(Skit had a ton of good ones this week. Then again, when entire comment sections are devoted to schizophrenic railing against yourself, chances are you’ll fire up a quality one. Keep reaching for that shiny brass ring, Kuato.)

7. I will instead comment on the ad for The Women.

1. Annette Bening looks like Vanessa Williams. I guess they are adding color tinting to the airbrushing now as well.

2. Never liked Debra Messing and couldn’t fathom how she won an Emmy when she was the 7th funniest person on the show she was on. However, LOVE the photo of her on there with Carrot Top’s hairdo and looking like she’s ready to do a little tubesteak boogie. From the way Jada’s whispering in her ear, it’s probably Will and this is her entree into Scientology.

3. Jada Pinkett Smith…wtf is she in the ad for? When the high point of your career is being a glorified extra on A Different World and the two Matrix sequels, you don’t need to be in the ads, no one is going to a movie to see you. Hell, put Cloris Leachman on the poster, she has an Oscar, she was Frau Blucher and she was funny on the Bob Saget roast, at least she has done something. Wait a second, Jada was Peaches in A Low Down Dirty Shame? I retract my last comment.

4. I have nothing to say about Eva Mendes and Meg Ryan but this. One can’t act, and the other appeares to have had a lot of work done.

Needless to say, I won’t be seeing this estrogen infused pile of warm feces. I have a penis. And a brain. And both are screaming at me to run away from this as fast as I can. Usually they don’t work in sync, so if they are in agreement, I trust their judgement. — Rubble44

6. I nominate Vincent Gallo for the Riddler part. He’d deny Gotham his beautiful riddles out of spite, have Cat Woman blow him, make his own costume, direct his own scenes, play Batman, and appear in a clip after the end credits saying: “I sure do like the color brown. And pink. Pink and brown. If I had to choose, pink would lose” while his own music is playing in the background. Shine that Oscar, Academy. — Sofia

(If Vincent Gallo could learn to suck his own dick, he would stop making movies. Fuck autism, let’s start raising money to get that cuntpunter some yoga lessons. If he makes it, or breaks his neck trying, score one for cinema!)

5. zomg! I have to see this!!! I HAVE to see this!!! As a woman of color I have been waiting for the day when talented black actors and talented white actors can come together and make a fucking terrible Tyler Perry movie. And that bitch from Misery is in this. I love that white bitch!! —ms shai

(Hahahaha! Some stupid asshole’s gonna have to review the new Tyler Perry movie! What a douchebag. I hope they give it to the worst writer on the site. Like that fat kid who won’t shut his stupid beardy face.)

4. Alternate titles:
James Bond in: the Pythagorean Theorum.

James Bond in: Modicum of Gratitude.

James Bond in: Cubic Zirconia is Relatively Permanent. — Mella

(Mella and Sofia aren’t allowed to have a child together. Not because they’re both women. But because that much awesome will cause the stars to fall out of the sky.)

3. I once was forced to endure a roomful of my wimmenfolk relatives prattling on about their timing. “Oh,” my sister said, “sometimes I don’t even remembered when my period is! Tee-hee!”

I waited a beat, then said: “If I knew that once a month some guy was going to come around and kick me in the balls, I’d sure as hell remember which day it was.” — bucdaddy

(This is my fault. I said “hot pocket” five times in my comments, and now I’ve summoned non-stop chatterboxing about boxes.)

2. When your nauseating lady parts are too filthy for mere soap and water, use Lysol.
Lysol. Because he thinks you’re a pig.
Lysol. When Draino just won’t do.
“Whew! Are we having tuna for dinner?” Use Lysol or smell like a fish market.
Lysol. And why don’t you lose some weight while you’re at it?
Clean your cunt, bitch. Use Lysol. — Tracer Bullet

(Since turnabout is fair play, I give you your number one comment of the week.)

1. Husbands, have you been pushed out of the bedroom again? Relegated to the ugly couch in the den? Is kitty not purring when you’re around anymore? Perhaps it’s time for the handy-dandy Bat and Ball Funk Buster? In two quick steps you’ll be back in baby’s arms.

Step One: Unwrap the Defunkifying Wand from its plastic wrapper. Squat (either in the shower or over a toilet), hold the D-Wand in one hand, and your other wand in your other hand. Now gently, but firmly push the plush, non-caustic applicator into your penis-hole, swirling in a circular motion as you go. Pull the applicator out. (Caution: Do this slowly. If the plush end does not come out with the applicator, report to your nearest emergency room immediately.) Wrap the used applicator in its plastic wrap and place in wastebasket.

Step 2: Remove the Ball Bather from the box. Insert two AA batteries into the battery compartment as directed (see Diagram 1). Hold the top of the Ball Bather (see diagram 2) with one hand and lift your testicles up with the other hand. Use the thumb of your first hand to flip the Ball Bather’s power switch to the “on” position. Being careful not to allow your pubic hair to interfere with the operation of the Ball Bather (if this happens go to your nearest emergency room), run the moving brushes slowly around your testicles in a circular motion. Repeat until you have cleaned all areas. Using your thumb again, flip the Ball Bather’s power switch to the “off” position. Place it back in the box until the next use.

Now you can feel good about yourself again. No more worrying about that offensive odor. The Bat and Ball Funk Buster is guaranteed to get you back in the bedroom. — Cindy

—-
Cindy, you were one of my forerunners for the substitute prick position on my off week, but instead we’ll just have to give you a T-shirt. Send an approximate drawing of your boobs, the prototype for the Bat and Ball Funk Buster, and coordinates for the T-Shirt cannon to dustin at pajiba dot com.

Che Grovera, drop me a line at priscogospel at hotmail dot com so that I may instruct you in the ways of the warrior. I know Mr. Che’s real identity, so any impostors trying to imposterize him will be banned for life!

STRONGBAD ‘08


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Comments

"Then again, when entire comment sections are devoted to schizophrenic railing against yourself..."

What the hell are you talking about?

Posted by: Skittimus Maximus at September 11, 2008 12:59 PM

Thank you Prisco. Reading this shit is the highlight of my week. Also: that Lysol discussion was truely terrifying. I think there is a misunderstanding about the use of our dangly bits around these parts.

Posted by: the_wakeful at September 11, 2008 12:59 PM

See, I would never be able to choose between those top 4 for the number one spot. Good luck, Che, I think you're going to need it...

Although bucdaddy is suddenly, for no reason *ahem* my new favorite commenter, certainly nothing to do with hot pockets, that one of Mella's made me lose my shit. Seriously, I peed myself. Thank godtopus for Lysol.

Posted by: Anna von Beaverplatz at September 11, 2008 1:01 PM

"Then again, when entire comment sections are devoted to schizophrenic railing against yourself..."

I don't get it? What's he doing now?

Posted by: Conrad (last name withheld) at September 11, 2008 1:01 PM

Holy fuck! I didn't even know I was allowed on the list.

Posted by: Cindy at September 11, 2008 1:01 PM

"Then again, when entire comment sections are devoted to schizophrenic railing against yourself..."

Hey gang! Michael Bay here! Who's doing what now?

Posted by: Michael Bay at September 11, 2008 1:03 PM

Mella and Sofia aren't allowed to have a child together. Not because they're both women. But because that much awesome will cause the stars to fall out of the sky.

Nah, we're just recreating the Big Bang.

Congrats, Cindy!

Posted by: Sofía at September 11, 2008 1:03 PM

"Then again, when entire comment sections are devoted to schizophrenic railing against yourself..."

What the heck is an eloquent, and what's "railing" mean?

Posted by: Stanley Sobrienskimeyer at September 11, 2008 1:04 PM

"Then again, when entire comment sections are devoted to schizophrenic railing against yourself..."

c,>...g guutrgglel, hUh/?

Posted by: Ski tttmAS MInmIUSss at September 11, 2008 1:06 PM

Re-reading that made my imaginary penis hurt, Cindy.

And I love that the Khyber has become the unofficial sponsor of Pajiban meetups.

Posted by: Julie at September 11, 2008 1:07 PM

Come on, Fhqwhgads. I see you jockin me.

I just can't win!

Posted by: Jay at September 11, 2008 1:09 PM

Jay, if you're in a funk (or got the funk) I can send you a consolation prize?

Posted by: Cindy at September 11, 2008 1:14 PM

Hahahaha take THAT, padouchebags I made number TWO number ones!!

BOO YAH!

Posted by: BarbadoSlim at September 11, 2008 1:15 PM

I laughed so hard at the tuna comment yesterday that I cried. If that hadn't made it into the top ten (ok, eleven) I would've had to cut a bitch.

I also love that people want to come to my bar. It makes things incredibly easy for me.

Posted by: thejodester at September 11, 2008 1:16 PM

No, that's okay, thanks. I'll just have to muddle through somehow.

Posted by: Jay at September 11, 2008 1:20 PM

Jay hasn't won one yet? A few days ago I wondered why they didn't just give t-shirts to those among us who have been around forever and have been consistently funny. Then I realized that no shirts would really be sold. Stupid commerce.

Posted by: Optimus Rhyme at September 11, 2008 1:22 PM

Also, what is Colt .45? I take it it's a cheap foul beverage, but should I investigate? (The Eye of Rhyme is drawn to the word cheap) Let it be noted that I currently have to find people to buy for me so I try to maximize the bang I receive for my bucks. Disregard any questions of quality as well, I usually take the Bum Wine route in my consumption. What's the Word?! THUNDERBIRD
(I kid I kid, Wine is for women and children)

Posted by: Optimus Rhyme at September 11, 2008 1:26 PM

Notes from Barbado's pad:

*get test results

*buy ointment

*check on that TK ...thing...

*Start Che's assassination conspiracy.

*Buy Jem Box Set

Posted by: BarbadoSlim at September 11, 2008 1:29 PM

Oh and Congratulations Che! Let the ass-kissing commence?

Posted by: Cindy at September 11, 2008 1:36 PM

Smart fella, that Prisco -- unquestionable judgment in spite of the bad attitude. The nerf AK-47 is a formidable weapon!

My regime will be a meritocracy (obviously). Sarah Palin and I have that much in common: the more you like me, the smarter you look to me.

Watch me break my first campaign promise, too: you're gonna have to earn it, Pookie, just like the rest of them grasping wannabeez.

Finally, too bad you dismantled your shrine yesterday, Optimus Rhyme. Now you'll just have to dry your tears with those puppet remnants.

The revolution starts on the 18th.

Posted by: Che Grovera at September 11, 2008 1:40 PM

Mr. Rhyme, are you unfamiliar with the pleasures of malt liquor?

Get to the gas station and get yourself a double deuce of the Colt already!

Posted by: Jay at September 11, 2008 1:42 PM

Heh thejodester, I read that as "people come to my bar, I'm incredibly easy"

Hot damn, I was halfway to the car before I reread that gem of a thought!

Posted by: JR at September 11, 2008 1:46 PM

This is obvjously late and may have already been said...but that NOT Vanessa Williams? Really?

Posted by: anikitty at September 11, 2008 1:47 PM

And yet that statement about thejodester is also correct JR. Muah ha ha ha ha.

...she's going to throw a stapler at me.

Posted by: Julie at September 11, 2008 1:49 PM

That was one of the best top 10 (11) comments ever.

I have a Colt .45 bar mirror in my basement and ever time I look at it I think of Billy Dee Williams and whether or not the mustache rides "Work everty Time".


Does that make me gay?

Posted by: Admin11 at September 11, 2008 1:49 PM

The revolution will not give your mouth sex appeal.
The revolution will not get rid of the nubs.
The revolution will not make you look five pounds
thinner, because the revolution will not be televised, Brother.

Posted by: branded at September 11, 2008 1:51 PM

Sweet! Well color me Khyber!

btw, what color would you be coloring me?

Posted by: JR at September 11, 2008 1:53 PM

Man, I'd rather trade my comment for the one where I tried to sell Sarina a Shamwow... I was Winehouse drunk, yet somehow, the writing... it... it managed to trigger an emotional depth in me that I haven't felt since sprouting my first short 'n curly...

Posted by: Skittimus Maximus at September 11, 2008 2:03 PM

*Start Che's assassination conspiracy.

*Buy Jem Box Set

Posted by: BarbadoSlim at September 11, 2008 1:29 PM

TK's got my flank, Slim, so your little conspiracies amount to nothing. Nothing! Unless your fiendish plan is to induce hara-kiri by the mere mention of Jem...that would be low, even for you.

It's brutal at the top.

Posted by: Che Grovera at September 11, 2008 2:11 PM

Che,
I've got your back. Remember: I speak el idioma de la revolución (regardless of how I feel about that other Che guy). Plus, I have man hands!

Posted by: Sofía at September 11, 2008 2:19 PM

I miss you guys.

Posted by: jM at September 11, 2008 2:24 PM

Hey, I resent that remark! I'm not that easy... Oh, who am I trying to kid; yes I am.

Posted by: thejodester at September 11, 2008 2:25 PM

Plus, I have man hands!

Posted by: Sofía at September 11, 2008 2:19 PM

Any resemblance you have to Paris Hilton will not win you favor in the revolution, Sofia of the Special Valley. Fortunately, you have more than enough favorable attributes to compensate. Buena suerte!

Posted by: Che Grovera at September 11, 2008 2:34 PM

I, for one, welcome our new EE overlord, and can only assume that if enough heartbeats pass, I would have my finger on the button.

Then I, too, can be mocked mercilessly by Matt Damon, who I lost all respect for when I couldn't look him in the eyes at a Starbucks after watching The Brothers Grimm. What an awful, awful film. My one chance to meet an Academy Award winning writer and I didn't even take it because I knew I would say something awful, offensive, and subsequently be blacklisted from all future Oscar-baiting enterprises of Matt Damon.

Posted by: Robert at September 11, 2008 2:44 PM

Any resemblance you have to Paris Hilton will not win you favor in the revolution, Sofia of the Special Valley. Fortunately, you have more than enough favorable attributes to compensate. Buena suerte!

10 ways I'm different to Paris Hilton:
1) I don't have Barbie hair.
2) I don't have a mini dog (though my mom does, but at least the dog is not on suicide watch)
3) I don't think pink is a real color.
4) I don't use different voices when speaking to people.
5) I'm not looking for a new BFF. I've already accepted the fact that no one will ever be best friends with me.
6) I have low self-esteem (see #5)
7) If a judge sends me to jail, my parents won't hug me. THEY'LL FUCKING KILL ME and force me to spend my last days of freedom at BSlim's place.
8) I don't have man feet.
9) The tip of my nose is not hanging by a thread, thank you very much.
10) No wonky eye.

Posted by: Sofía at September 11, 2008 2:51 PM

You guys are fuckin' weird.

I'm minding my own, sitting here smelling like yeast* and doing shots of Pepsi and cookie dough and this is what I get to read? *beat* Awesome.


*I'm baking bread, assholes. Damn gutterminds.

Posted by: TWoP Fan at September 11, 2008 2:54 PM

Oh my, where to start. I've always heard that malt liquor was not a good thing... But now I'm actually tempted to go for it. This weekend may become rather interesting...
God Damn it Prisco! I take apart my shrine to Che and suddenly I need it more than ever. Oh Elmao, I'm comin' for you buddy! I'll build it bigger and better than ever! A veritable Red Square with stuffing.. and DANCING!

Posted by: Optimus Rhyme at September 11, 2008 2:55 PM

Yay Cindy!

Posted by: Kolby at September 11, 2008 2:55 PM

I don't get it? What's he doing now?


I finally caught on, and am now feeling stupid.

Posted by: phquaryn at September 11, 2008 2:56 PM

BSlim

*Start Che's assassination conspiracy.

*Buy Jem Box Set

call me...

Posted by: dammitjanet at September 11, 2008 2:59 PM

Is it a bad thing that any of Sofia's differences automatically put her at the top of my "most eligable people who may be somewhat normal" list.

In addition I must say that I am looking forward to Che Grovera's revolution. It is my supreme hope that it will spread north of the U.S. border so that we Canadians may be freed from our Eskimo oppressors.

Fucking Igloos!

Posted by: Admin11 at September 11, 2008 3:08 PM

Yay...I made the list. My life is complete!!!!

Posted by: Rubble44 at September 11, 2008 3:14 PM

Fuck me to tears. Cindy, I am having bladder-cramping, scrotum-shrinking, pain soaked, flashbacks of the cystocopy I (barely) lived through several years ago.



Damn you! Damn you to hell!

Posted by: The Kilted Yaksman at September 11, 2008 3:52 PM

You're too late, Prisco. Our Chilean, zombie-killing Sofellas of Doom are going to rule someday and mark my words, you will want them on your side.

Posted by: Mella at September 11, 2008 4:31 PM

TK's got my flank, Slim, so your little conspiracies amount to nothing.

Che, just as a heads up...you might want to stay in this weekend and bolt the doors and windows. Your backup done up and left.

Posted by: branded at September 11, 2008 4:35 PM

call me...

Posted by: dammitjanet at September 11, 2008 2:59 PM

I'll assume you're having Slim call you about the Jem Box Set, dammitjanet, to add to your collection.

*scribbles "loser" in EE Enemies List*

Posted by: Che Grovera at September 11, 2008 4:41 PM

Also, what is Colt .45?

Sit down my child. Made from the runoff of the world's finest jerry curls, Colt .45 is the yard stick with which we measure true class and sophistication in these primitive times. It's often found in such fine establishments as the bodega, the cooler of that guy on 51st St, or the corner store that always smells like fish even though you've never seen so much as a can of tuna in there. Scientists have speculated that Colt .45 could be the alternative fuel source we so desperately need. Results remain inclusive because, upon exposure to Colt .45, they all just want to shoot dice and chill in the cut, like that's what's up. Those that often partake in this nectar of the gods are real... go getters, with at least 6-8... priors. But really, any alcohol connoisseur with a refined palette can enjoy the exotic flavors of Colt .45.

"But jM", you say, "How will I know when to treat myself to such a delicious indulgence?"

Well, what do you do before riding on that chola bitch with the razors in her mouth? Drink a Colt .45. What do you do when Maury says you ARE the father? Drink many Colt .45s. What do you do when your homeboy's been shot by some trifling ass bitches from the other side of town? Drink a Colt .45. And don't forget to spill a little in remembrance.

Posted by: jM at September 11, 2008 4:46 PM

Umm....yeah, sure, Che I...umm, am just really jonesing for that, ummm, flashback to my childhood....yeah....

Posted by: dammitjanet at September 11, 2008 4:49 PM

In addition I must say that I am looking forward to Che Grovera's revolution. It is my supreme hope that it will spread north of the U.S. border so that we Canadians may be freed from our Eskimo oppressors.

Posted by: Admin11 at September 11, 2008 3:08 PM

If you can be oppressed by an Eskimo then you are beyond help from the revolution, comrade. Can't you just club a baby seal or two as barter (and maybe throw in a nose rub)? They can't be any harder to deal with than the Delaware Indians (see: Manhattan).

Posted by: Che Grovera at September 11, 2008 4:56 PM

THREE!?! EEEEEEEEEEEEEYEAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

*happy dance, happy dance*

Suck it, bit ...

Oh ... Yes. (ahem)

I'd like the thank the members of the Academy, Mr. Prisco, and of course my straight man/woman, for bleeding.

Alice Cooper, for inspiration ("Only Women Bleed").

And, of course, God.

Posted by: bucdaddy at September 11, 2008 5:01 PM

Listen, Che, why don't you let me know what you'd consider a top ten comment, huh? Just throw a bunch of random shit in a hat, pull out 5-10 items, let me know 'em, and I swear I'll write you the most pervertedest thing you've ever read. I want a top ten win dammit... (kicks a passing kitten and punches an old lady in the throat) CONRAD GOT ONE FOR CHRISSAKE! CONRAD!!

Posted by: Skittimus Maximus at September 11, 2008 5:02 PM

jM, what did I ever do before you started posting frequently? I was like a drifter in the desert with no water in sight, an insomniac with no cable, a serial masturbator with two broken wrists, Princess Vespa without her industrial strength hair dryer.

Posted by: Julie at September 11, 2008 5:03 PM

Che, just as a heads up...you might want to stay in this weekend and bolt the doors and windows. Your backup done up and left.

Posted by: branded at September 11, 2008 4:35 PM

And the winner is...branded!

See how easy that was, 'jibans?

Say, branded, how handy are you with bricks and mortar? How about short-range mortars? We just have to hold out until the 25th...

Posted by: Che Grovera at September 11, 2008 5:04 PM

Princess Vespa without her industrial strength hair dryer.

Julie, kissing ass will get you everywhere.

Posted by: lordhelmet at September 11, 2008 5:11 PM

Skitt, how are you going to have time to be on the interwebs when you're going door-to-door hawking Shamwows?

Tell you what. You lay a trail of perversion to keep Slim and dammitjanet (and any other traitors) distracted, and your seat at the Pajiba Revolution Council will be secure. I'll even throw in a tasseled velvet pillow for Minimus. Once you've scaled this height, Skitt you'll realize how small your dreams have been -- you will be a lord over Pajiba, dispensing Godtopus shirts to the masses as if they were...Shamwows.

Posted by: Che Grovera at September 11, 2008 5:15 PM

Ah, AvB, my luscious little Lysol lynx, you DO know how to get my saliva flowing.

Posted by: bucdaddy at September 11, 2008 5:50 PM

Yes Che, you will take control. We'll gladly put you at the helm of our little fleet. But our ships must all sail in the same direction. Otherwise, who can say how long your stay with us will last? It's not personal, it's only business.

Posted by: Pookie at September 11, 2008 5:50 PM

...a serial masturbator with two broken wrists...

True story. That happened to my cousin when he was fifteen. To his day, my family is shocked that he didn't bomb a school bus or implode.

School sucks. I feel like I'm missing all of the crazy. I NEED the crazy. It's my mind juice! Is there anyway that I can major in Pajiba-ing?

Posted by: jM at September 11, 2008 6:28 PM

I'm sorry Yaksman; I had no intentions of giving anyone a surgery flashback. My only thought was a clean set of man-parts. And by Godopus, if women have to be squirting Lysol up their vacooterginas - men are going to have to get their special purposes purposed too.

And thank you Julie and Kolby.

Posted by: Cindy at September 11, 2008 7:28 PM

School sucks. I feel like I'm missing all of the crazy. I NEED the crazy. It's my mind juice! Is there anyway that I can major in Pajiba-ing?

Posted by: jM at September 11, 2008 6:28 PM

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Write me a check for $53,675.98, once you have written said check, an address will be provided to you with instructions (follow the instructions or you will be killed), once check has been received you will receive more instructions (not following those will get you killed, unless you've been killed already for not following the previous ones).
Once that's done, within 4 to 12 weeks, you will receive your "Pajiba-ing" certificate.(Inquiring about the status of your certificate will also get you killed, unless, you know..you've already been ah..killed)

Posted by: BarbadoSlim at September 11, 2008 7:46 PM

School sucks. I feel like I'm missing all of the crazy.

Is this grad or under-? If under, enjoy it while you can, you'll miss it. Even some of the really awful parts. If grad, then yeah, it's a boring second job. The second worst part of grad school was realizing it was going to be absolutely nothing like college (the very worst part being the horse latitudes).

Posted by: Jay at September 11, 2008 7:52 PM

Whooo!! I made it! Now I'm off to my home planet (Jamaica), I'll return in a week. goodbyegoodbyegoodbye

Posted by: ms shai at September 11, 2008 8:42 PM

Write me a check for $53,675.98, once you have written said check, an address will be provided to you with instructions (follow the instructions or you will be killed)

Is there anyway that I can pay in Top Ramen and broken dreams, because I've got plenty of that. Do you have an installment plan? I think I'm out of checks and I'm horrible at following directions and my mail keeps going to this guy down the hall and... hey, there's a red dot on my forehead, weird.


Is this grad or under-? If under, enjoy it while you can, you'll miss it. Even some of the really awful parts.

Jay, it's undergrad. After six years, two schools, and two majors, I don't think I have it in me to do graduate school. But I'm definitely trying to enjoy what's left of it no matter how ridiculous it gets. (Though, the instructors for my thesis class spent a DAY showing people how use the library and take notes. SHOOT ME IN THE FACE)

Posted by: jM at September 11, 2008 8:51 PM

Do you have a few moments for me to tell you about ProQuest?

This is the database that's going to revolutionize how you research your papers! And what's more

YOU CAN USE IT ANYWHERE!!

Let's take a look at this scholarly journals search I've prepared. Look at that....full text...formatted subject search links based on the terms you've JUST USED!...fully cited articles, both as digital AND print sources...readable and printable on your own computer. And if you don't have a printer where you are or don't have time to read right now...

YOU CAN EMAIL THE ARTICLE TO YOURSELF!

You might be saying "but Jay, I'm very busy!" And aren't we all these days? Huh? You might be saying "Jay, I don't have a lot of time to try to navigate confusing, untuitive, unwieldy databases that I need a degree in computers to even use! Heck, I'm just trying to graduate in this major!".

Right? Right? Who's felt that way?

"And after all that, isn't it going to give me a lot of irrelevant results I'd have to spend a week sifting through?"

NOT ANYMORE!

Posted by: Jay at September 11, 2008 9:06 PM

jM,

Your 4:46 post swept me back to my mid-teens, when my older brother (love him) provided me & my friends with any alcoholic beverage we wanted. I have too many drunken stories to tell, including a great one inspired by Colt .45, but your kind explanation to this young, curious person evoked enough memories to keep me with a warm feeling that will last me through the night.

Add the title 'Great Communicator' to your already-impressive resume'.

And Julie, your excellent response to that comment was much better than mine, but nonetheless assured me I'm not the only one aware of jM's obvious genius.

Posted by: TMax at September 11, 2008 9:11 PM

Che, your tastes may differ, but I was a big fan of the soaking the ground with flammables and then lighting it up with flaming arrows bit a la Braveheart. Also, lots and lots of decoy Che mannequins.

We'll have to make sure the decoys are anatomically correct, in case any other 'jibans show up looking to score extra credit points.

Posted by: branded at September 11, 2008 9:53 PM

"...the very worst part being the horse latitudes."

Jay right now is not the time to be introducing jM to drugs. I cannot stress what a bad idea this is - for a young student to take quualudes, let alone horse quualudes, would surely ruin any potential of...

Whazzat...?

Latitudes? Oh... well, yeah. I knew that... Just stay off the shit, jM. Although, I can get you a recipe for some pretty potent prison hootch. NEVER YOU MIND HOW I KNOW HOW TO MAKE IT! JUST KEEP YOUR NOSE IN THEM THERE BOOKS GODDAMIT!

Posted by: Skittimus Maximus at September 11, 2008 9:53 PM

Thanks for the love you guys. Hey, I smell a jM, TMax, and Julie sandwich coming on. You guys don't mind if I record this, do you? I have a LOT of student loans to pay off.;)

But Jay, something like that would make sense. We don't need no stinkin' sense! Sigh, I'm quietly waiting for our inevitable trip to the Library of Congress so that I can see some of their heads explode.

Posted by: jM at September 11, 2008 9:53 PM

Just stay off the shit, jM. Although, I can get you a recipe for some pretty potent prison hootch.

Skitt, I need it bad, just a taste baby. Please! I'll play with your Wendell. What? Why are you guys looking at me like that? Minimus loves Monopoly... and he's an excellent banker.

Posted by: jM at September 11, 2008 10:07 PM

Also, what is Colt .45?

Sit down my child.

jM, that first sentence was more than enough to leave me holding my stomach and laughing like Felix the Cat.

Posted by: Sofía at September 11, 2008 10:56 PM

wait a second, jada was in Menace to Society, the disparate, much more irascible prelude to all those ohter lukewarm gangster whatnots (her suckiness still applies, however)

Posted by: hdn at September 11, 2008 11:02 PM

Funny you should mention Monopoly, jM. That happens to be Minimus' favorite of the Parker Bros. family of games. He's quite the entrepenuer (wait, I spelled that wrong) he's quite the entrepuener (hold on... fucking spell-check) as I was saying, he's quite the entrapenuer... GODDAMMIT, FUCKING STUPID WORD I CAN'T SPELL RIGHT FUCKITY FUCKING SHIT PISS DAMMIT!... yes, jM, he's quite the Monopolizer...

Posted by: Skittimus Maximus at September 11, 2008 11:17 PM

Reading Tracer's No. 2 again reminds me of a wise man/ass I knew who said: "Only two things in the world smell like fish, and fish is one."

Posted by: bucdaddy at September 12, 2008 12:06 AM

This might be too late for you fools, but let me introduce you all to the Space Fo'ty:

1) Acquire 40 oz Malt Liquor
2) Wrap bottle in tin foil
3) Drink

4) wait to be taken to the moon

It's a Penn State classic.

Posted by: Estelle at September 12, 2008 6:36 AM

Skitt, how are you going to have time to be on the interwebs when you're going door-to-door hawking Shamwows?

Tell you what. You lay a trail of perversion to keep Slim and dammitjanet (and any other traitors) distracted, and your seat at the Pajiba Revolution Council will be secure. I'll even throw in a tasseled velvet pillow for Minimus. Once you've scaled this height, Skitt you'll realize how small your dreams have been -- you will be a lord over Pajiba, dispensing Godtopus shirts to the masses as if they were...Shamwows.

I like velvet pillows...but I do like perversion. I am not proud, and I can be lured into viva la revolution via said pillows, or promises of wild exploits with.....Pajiban of your choice, master?

Posted by: dammitjanet at September 12, 2008 7:59 AM

They're playing badminton now. Mmm...

Posted by: Lucas at September 12, 2008 8:57 AM

I'm sorry Yaksman; I had no intentions of giving anyone a surgery flashback.


NP, Cindy. For the record, I don't expect Lysol, soap and water is fine. Maybe with a shot of Febreeze every now and then...

Posted by: The Kilted Yaksman at September 12, 2008 10:42 AM

Dammit! I should've read this yesterday! I really want to pop a forty and grab a shawty. They have them at 711! On Campus! Only 2 Bucks! Imagine that! For the same cost as a nice fifth, I could get 400 ounces of malt liquor. I'm doing it some day. And I'm taking it to the corner.

Posted by: Optimus Rhyme at September 12, 2008 10:58 AM

Maybe with a shot of Febreeze every now and then...

Hmm. What's your fragrance pleasure? Maybe this is a mini-diversion: What smell should a vacootergina have?

Posted by: Cindy at September 12, 2008 11:02 AM

I'm partial to Fresh Cotton, myself. That or Summer Breeze.

Posted by: Anna von Beaverplatz at September 12, 2008 11:13 AM

I'd pay big bucks to have my Special Valley smell like jazmines.

Oh, well. I guess roses will have to do.

Posted by: Sofía at September 12, 2008 12:19 PM

Prisco - Whatever they're paying you to weed through these asinine comments isn't enough. Some (skit, slim et al) try way too hard to amuse.

Posted by: sosumi at September 12, 2008 12:34 PM

That "Defunkifying Wand"...jesus, I can't stop shivering...Lets just say I'd rather drink the draino and wait for it to clean my pipes than mess with that wand. I think that particular experience would completely rob me of my masculinity. And I would probably not be able to go out in public, or at the very least look anybody in the eye again...But the ball washer, now that sounds kinda nice... and not only would I keep my masculinity, but I could look you right in the eye with a smile on face while using it. Then I'd ring the pull cord for the next stop, since I imagine there would an awfully ackward silence on the bus after that...but there would be definite satisfaction.

Posted by: Sleeve at September 12, 2008 12:44 PM

I don't know Sofia, roses kinda smell old-ladyish to me. Don't know if I want that musty drawer sachet thing going.

Sleeve, no one seems to have a problem with putting all kinds of cleaning products up a woman's hole - I had the feeling maybe the men were missing out. I also had the feeling the Ball Bather would relax you afterward though.

Posted by: Cindy at September 12, 2008 2:46 PM

Hmm. What's your fragrance pleasure? Maybe this is a mini-diversion: What smell should a vacootergina have?

I dunno...Sugar Cookies? Banana-Nut bread? Cinnamon Apple? New Car?

Posted by: The Kilted Yaksman at September 12, 2008 3:21 PM

I dunno...Sugar Cookies? Banana-Nut bread? Cinnamon Apple? New Car?

Posted by: The Kilted Yaksman at September 12, 2008 3:21 PM

Yeah, TKY, I want a vagooter that smells like leather.

*mental snapshot of catcher's mitt*

Posted by: Che Grovera at September 12, 2008 4:40 PM

Money.

Posted by: bucdaddy at September 12, 2008 8:26 PM

I don't know Sofia, roses kinda smell old-ladyish to me. Don't know if I want that musty drawer sachet thing going.

Cindy, I never said it smelled like real roses. I'm talking about those faux roses that have plastic droplets on the fake petals and stink of vase water. Men fall over (and into) that stuff.

Posted by: Sofía at September 13, 2008 1:34 AM