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The Top 10 Comments of the Week / Brian Prisco

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Boy. I fucked up this week. I had to write an apology to Jhonen Vasquez for maligning his good name, and now I owe an apology to the entire governing boards of the Grand Ole Opry and Branson, Missouri. You can make an entire list out of the people I inadvertently left out of the Musicians Who Became Actors list. And while I will defend to the death the rankings, some of those left off were just unconscionable. I mean, in my tireless and exhaustive research in the approximately 18 minutes between waking up and showering when I compiled this consecrated work, I swore that I had dug deep into the cavernous recesses of my brain, but alas it was not so. So my apologies to Kris Kristofferson, Sonny Bono, LL Cool J, Tom Waits, Iggy Pop, Janet Jackson, Sean Combs, Lyle Lovett, and the many others I left off. The one who hurt me the most was Meat Loaf Aday. I practically wrote film school treatises defending the acting talents of Meistre Loaf. From his groundbreaking work in The Rocky Horror Picture Show, to his outstanding turn in Fight Club, or his brilliant cameo work as Jack Black’s father in Tenacious D: The Pick of Destiny. But it is his luxuriantly scenery-mauling work as a villain where I think he truly shines like a beacon: either Formula 51 or Black Dog should have earned him the Oscar nod. You asked who should play Sam Kinison in a bio pic? I give you your champion. Forgive me, oh Meaty one, for I have sinned against you.

My mind’s been elsewhere this week. Between trying to keep afloat on the Cannonball Read, to feverishly finding the time to pen my 50,000 word blood debt (despite my 0 showing on the word count board, I assure you, there are words written. I write everything long hand and then edit it as I type. I am Prisco, slayer of trees!), to being completely distracted by Sofia’s Boobs. But I did notice that we did break the 1,000 barrier for members on the Facebook group. I think it is glorious that our 1000th member was the reluctant Ranylt Richildis. So as promised, here’s video footage of Philip Stephens and I cage-fighting in a kiddie pool filled with Funyuns and taco dip:

Nothing else to report. Hopefully these ten little indians will get you through until the glorious day when you too can battle me out for a big screen TV on Black Friday:

10. Skolnick knows how to please the ladies. Later, he could do my taxes, install spyware on my computer and run a load of whites. He wins. — Amelia Bedelia

9. Nimue as another Native Detroiter I whole-heartedly agree. Are you still in the area? Perhaps a slightly taller redhaired beauty with Rivers Cuomo glasses and a quick wit hidden behind a sweet smile? — Optimus Rhyme

I’m tellin the Chilean, you flirt. — Jay

(Oh, sweet baby James, keeping track of the various couplings on here needs a Pajiba dictionary of its own. Sarina has laid claim to Jay, bucdaddy and the Beaverplatz, Optimus and Sofia, lordhelmet and meaux. I think figgy laid claim to me, but I can never be certain. If we drew a diagram, I think Julie would actually end up as Godtupus.)

8. I need to watch this movie NOW. But since we only get one good movie here every six months or so, everyone goes to watch it on the SAME week so that the theaters end up so crowded you have to sit on the stairs. So I’ll have to wait.

True story, I had to sit on the stairs for The Return of the King. I got up to go to the bathroom and couldn’t get back to my seat. Stupid country. — figgy

(Ha ha ha! Third world.)

7. ATTN: Kelly Osbourne

Pretty little boys who wear smaller-size jeans than you are not usually that enthusiastic about the ol’ Fuzzy Pumper. Just ask Leanne Rimes. — firedmyass

6. Bubba’s last name isn’t Gump — unless I missed the gay marriage scene. I mean, I know that movie was a little overly sentimental, but a mentally retarded man marrying both a black man AND a woman with AIDS would just be too much schmaltz for my weak heart. — Ariel

(C0ngratulations, Mentok. You just predicted next year’s Oscar contender. Neegtarded’s Sarcoma: starring Will Smith and Jamie Foxx.)

5. Sean, you used “whence” correctly.

I just want it on the record that I really approve of that. — Jay

Thank you, Jay. The acknowledgment is appreciated. Proper word usage kicks ass. — Sean

I would like to record that I had no idea folks were running about misusing the word whence. — Lizardqueen

Well, it’s almost never used without the redundant “from” in front. Once you learn it’s wrong it’s like what having perfect pitch must be like (which seems horrible).

I’m a huge fan of “whither”.

It’s a really small fan club. — Jay

That’s because everyone jumped on the “thither” bandwagon long ago. — branded

(Ladies and gentlemen. Here’s why you come to Pajiba. It’s not the snarky commentary, or the smug self-righteous self-entitlement. It’s the grammatical kudos.)

4. Pheww…what a relief. I don’t know how I would deal with Colin having a baby dick. I see him every once in a while lurking around the Coffee Bean in our office building (we are right beside CAA). Every time I see him I want to go tell him, “I want to f*** you, bathe you, and f*** you again. As of yet I haven’t found the courage. I’ll wait until this job is over so when they physically remove me from the building it won’t matter. Is all this TMI? — Taylor

3. When I was a nine I wanted to be a Bond Girl or a lawyer.

I’ve only abandoned one of those childish dreams and I ain’t in law school. — Kayanne

(That, friends, is a T-shirt waiting to happen.)

2.I don’t like American Apparel because their clothes are not exactly flattering for my body type. I’m like Taft without the bitchin’ ‘stache. — Snath

(Hippo! One time, I was waiting for my brother while he shopped at Abercrombie and Fitch. The saleswaif approached me and asked, “Can I help you?” I said, “Probably not. Your store doesn’t cater to fat people, hater.” She took a step back, clutched her mouth, and actually ran away, CRYING. Take that, society.)

1. But you know that alcohol has no effect on trivia power. It just makes it all hilarious. — Jay


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Comments

Oh yeah. A girl lifting her leg like she's marking her territory on a fire hydrant? So fucking HAWT.

I was wrong. American Apparel is super-cool and their ads show me how cool I could look if I would just lift my leg over my head while not wearing pants. If I wasn't at work, I'd be doing it now.

Posted by: Slash at November 20, 2008 1:09 PM

Jay, you've arrived! Your life is complete! Well, except for that whole finding the right woman business.

Congrats.

Posted by: Cindy at November 20, 2008 1:11 PM

** ...The saleswaif approached me and asked, "Can I help you?" I said, "Probably not. Your store doesn't cater to fat people, hater." She took a step back, clutched her mouth, and actually ran away, CRYING. Take that, society.)

I have ALWAYS wanted to do that!

Posted by: Tae at November 20, 2008 1:12 PM

I think Jay has a stalker...

Posted by: Eep at November 20, 2008 1:13 PM

Congratulations, Jay! Enjoy that Rice-A-Roni and Turtle Wax.

Posted by: Mike R. at November 20, 2008 1:14 PM

Wow, second AND the post headline. You're going to make me cry.

Posted by: Snath at November 20, 2008 1:14 PM

Congrats to Jay! This entire list cracked me up.

Probably not. Your store doesn't cater to fat people, hater." She took a step back, clutched her mouth, and actually ran away, CRYING. Take that, society.

I had to muffle my laughter with my sweater there, mister. Holy LORD you are evil.

Posted by: Julie at November 20, 2008 1:15 PM

YOU'RE WELCOME, JAY.

...now will you let me molest you in a broom cupboard?

Posted by: Sarina at November 20, 2008 1:16 PM

Slash, you need to find a better place of employment if taking off your pants and lifting your leg over your head isn't acceptable.

Thursday I won a trivia contest while drunk, and the drunker I got the louder I laughed. So if truth is a requirement for winning EE... then... good job at filling that requirement?

Posted by: Sabrina at November 20, 2008 1:17 PM

Julie as Godtupus? That means 8 vaginas, right?

Posted by: JP at November 20, 2008 1:18 PM

One day I hope to have a Paji-stalker of my very own. It's important to have goals in life.

Posted by: kalafraja at November 20, 2008 1:20 PM

I know...I need to talk about my boobs more often.

Boobs! I have them! They're real, and they're MAGNIFICENT!

Posted by: kalafraja at November 20, 2008 1:22 PM

I'm under your bed RIGHT NOW, kalafraja.

And AHEM JP. I have one perfect vagina and eight breasts.

Posted by: Julie at November 20, 2008 1:22 PM

How did that picture of me during my last Mile High Club meeting get on the internets? I told that dude to take the picture from the neck down! I'm just lucky my mom doesn't shop at American Apparel.

Posted by: wsapnin at November 20, 2008 1:24 PM

Woo! made it on to the list twice! And...both times have been for making fun of my third world upbringing. I kind of love it.

Oh, Prisco. You know your sweet ass is MINE. MINE. I hereby lay claim to it. BOO YAH!

Julie is our Queen. She is Godtopus AND Godtopussy, the Alpha and the Omega, the Everything.

Congrats, Jay! Have fun with the turtlewax and Sarina. Hot stuff.

Posted by: figgy at November 20, 2008 1:24 PM

just think of all the erotic use you could get out of Turtle Wax and the San Francisco treat. (not the anal sex act but the rice)

Posted by: dylanj at November 20, 2008 1:24 PM

Is it too soon to put in an order for one of Kayanne's shirts?

Posted by: Melissa at November 20, 2008 1:25 PM

Your store doesn't cater
To fat people, hater.
+++
Now THAT'S some poetry slam, right there.
+++
Also: Props, Jay!

*Memo to self: Be funnier than fucken Jay next week. The Civic needs a waxin' off. Oh, wait, that was LAST week's winner ...*

Posted by: bucdaddy at November 20, 2008 1:26 PM

Julie, is it wrong that this gives me a thrill? A thrill not unlike finding a ten dollar bill, or discovering that after all of the worrying, you DON'T have the clap?

Posted by: kalafraja at November 20, 2008 1:28 PM

If we drew a diagram, I think Julie would actually end up as Godtupus.

Sir, give yourself a pat on the back for this one. I think you're quite right, by the way.

Jay, that was well-deserved, although the "whence/whither/thither" discussion (which I missed the first time around) was equally deserving in my opinion. Great ten this week, folks.

Posted by: meaux at November 20, 2008 1:30 PM

Bravo, Jay, Bra-fucking-vo. I salute you and in honor of this moment, I will never malign River Song again.

Look, just for the record, I don't mind y'all lusting after Julie, but at the end of the day, she belongs to me.

Posted by: Nicole at November 20, 2008 1:31 PM

Nicole I won't dispute that. You two are the hottest pairing since peanut butter and jelly.

The question is, are you a top or a bottom? Or do you two switch? And can we get pictures?

Posted by: figgy at November 20, 2008 1:35 PM

Oh, and whatever gave you the impression that lordhelmet and I are a PajItem? Just because we like to play the odd game of "Naughty Captain and Buxom Bar Wench"...sheesh, way to jump to conclusions, Prisco.

*psst* lordhelmet, I think they're on to us. Just act casual, 'kay?

Posted by: meaux at November 20, 2008 1:38 PM

Oh, and of course, congratulations Jay!

Posted by: Snath at November 20, 2008 1:41 PM

-- Look, just for the record, I don't mind y'all lusting after Julie, but at the end of the day, she belongs to me.

Posted by: Nicole at November 20, 2008 1:31 PM

See, this is why I have a problem with 8 boobs and only one vagentacle. Sharing is caring, Julie. Sharing is caring.

Posted by: JP at November 20, 2008 1:42 PM

Congrats, Jay!

It's nice to know that I can start a top-ten comment chain with proper use of a smarty-pants word. That's why I love it here so fucking much.

For the record, I used the phrase "hither and thither" in college papers.

Posted by: Sean at November 20, 2008 1:42 PM

If we drew a diagram, I think Julie would actually end up as Godtupus.

Well, duh. I figured that out last week. Which is why I've since redoubled my efforts at stalking her.

I'll see you tomorrow, Julie! But you won't see me....

(too much?)

Posted by: lizzieborden at November 20, 2008 1:42 PM

Look, just for the record, I don't mind y'all lusting after Julie, but at the end of the day, she belongs to me.

psh, you're both mine. stop denying the inevitable. :p

Posted by: lizzieborden at November 20, 2008 1:45 PM

JP:

It's FOUR VAGINAS.
I have TWO legs and between them is "A" treasure no Pajiban is ever going to see or caress, because you don't have the wit to come up with a good pick-up line. Or do math.

Posted by: Sofía at November 20, 2008 1:46 PM

Hold on, Sofia. Do all four vaginas belong to you, or are we talking about a good, ol' fashion scissor fight?

Posted by: JP at November 20, 2008 1:50 PM

Damn, Sofia. I think I just heard Optimus sobbing all the way over here.

Posted by: figgy at November 20, 2008 1:50 PM

Hold on, Sofia. Do all four vaginas belong to you, or are we talking about a good, ol' fashion scissor fight?

Posted by: JP

I clearly said A treasure, not FOUR treasures.

And the scissoring thing is just sexist. You're always depicting women as competitive bitches getting into scissor fights, when we're actually horny hos scissoring like we're carving each other a new one.

Posted by: Sofía at November 20, 2008 1:56 PM

Sofia just made about 20 pajiban boys cry

Posted by: dylanj at November 20, 2008 1:57 PM

Vaginas do not come on the ends of legs. They come between them. Silly people.

Eight legs / 2 = Four pairs.
One vag per pair = Four vaginas.

Also, way to let Rhyme down easy there, Sofia.

Posted by: Sean at November 20, 2008 1:58 PM

Wow, Jay on a roll this week, y'all. That's nice work, young man.
Also on a roll? Prisco. Holy crap, dude, that was some funny ass shit. That video made me cackle aloud, at work, as did a number of your comments on the comments (ooh, meta!). If I didn't think figgy would kick the crap out of me, I'd be totally facebook stalking you. Just not on Tuesdays.

Posted by: Anna von Beaverplatz at November 20, 2008 2:02 PM

For some reason, Sean, your comment made me think of a vagina parade. A group of vaginas, parading down the major thoroughfare of each of our cities.

On a cold day in Canadialand, this amuses me greatly.

Posted by: kalafraja at November 20, 2008 2:06 PM

Oh, my savage will get his chance. Now he's flirting all over the place, not wanting to kiss away his freedom. I'm aware of that, but I let it slide. I have faith in humanity. I believe in Optimus Rhyme. One day he'll realize I was always the woman for him, and we'll settle together in our farm. Only then he will get to see what no other Pajiban will ever see.

Well, maybe Marra. (Hey, sexy...*wink*)

Posted by: Sofía at November 20, 2008 2:07 PM

But I thought that "A" treasure can have many medallions.

And these are not legs, people, they are tentacles. Tentacles with vaginas on the tips. Or at the very least very powerful suckers.

Hold on, can one of you hentai fans explain how this works? Vermillion? Anyone?

Posted by: JP at November 20, 2008 2:10 PM

Jay won! You deserve it buddy.

Posted by: becks at November 20, 2008 2:11 PM

sofia

It's looking like I finally might be coming to your country to put up a turbine. All that is left now is for Andres to write the check. That said Andres was supposed to write the check 2 years ago so we will have to see if he is serious this time around.

Posted by: dylanj at November 20, 2008 2:13 PM

A vagina parade is amusing anywhere, at any time, at any temperature.

And if they wanted to get a little cheeky, the parading vaginas could all smush together and look like a theater curtain. Bravo!

Posted by: Sean at November 20, 2008 2:13 PM

Yay!!!

I still have no idea what the criteria is for tickling Mr. Prisco's funny bone, but I'm glad I made it up to #3.

Also, congrats to Jay. Maybe now Skitz will accept your friendification on FaceBook.

kalafraja, I want a Paji-stalker, too! I wonder if we have to apply for it in triplicate or we just get put into a Netflix-like queue?

(That, friends, is a T-shirt waiting to happen.)

Thanks, Prisco, I'll be writing to American Apparel to see if I can get some inappropriately tight T-Shirts made (apologies to Snath).

Also, thank you for ragging on those A&F bitches. Why is it that you can hear and smell that store from about 20 yards away? That store was the bane of my existence when I worked at the mall.

Posted by: Kayanne at November 20, 2008 2:13 PM

*Note to self: Give AvB an extra 10 minutes next week*

Posted by: bucdaddy at November 20, 2008 2:16 PM

Whoa, kayanne. Is that the criteria for Skitz accepting one's friendification? I requested like a week and a half ago and have been feeling slighted.

I won't be ignored, Skittimus.

Posted by: Sean at November 20, 2008 2:16 PM

I'm with Sofia, JP - it has to be four vaginas (each at the v of two tentacles.

Posted by: Cindy at November 20, 2008 2:16 PM

Kayanne, I think you need to tittilate the masses with your clever thoughts and incessant talk of boobies.

Failing that, I think we should both submit our names for consideration...or stalk each other?

Sean, I'm having a difficult time picturing parading vaginas, smushed together. The logistics of that seem difficult. I do like the idea of cheeky vaginas, though.

Posted by: kalafraja at November 20, 2008 2:18 PM

I would just like to take a moment to give a shout out to the internet in general. I have Pajiba in one window, Sussudio playing in another and I just found a site that will let me play Oregon Trail the rest of the afternoon. Being the only person in the office today kicks ass.

Posted by: dylanj at November 20, 2008 2:18 PM

HAHAHAHA! Finally Jay wins and he gets nothing! Cruel Fate Thou Art His Mistress!
But what happened there, Mike R.? You were really pushing for this one and it kinda blew up in your face. There's a certain Zen element to the EE. Just let it happen. Don't push for it or the universe pushes you back. Right into the mud.

Posted by: Optimus Rhyme at November 20, 2008 2:19 PM

dylanj

Let me know if you're coming to Santiago and I'll show you a good time. And please, DON'T insert "in my pants" at the end of that sentence.

Posted by: Sofía at November 20, 2008 2:19 PM

sofia

I would come to Santiago if the project goes down. And no I wouldn't expect to see your mythological vagina even though I have a killer pick up line that is battle tested and certified.

Posted by: dylanj at November 20, 2008 2:21 PM

I suppose, kalafraja, that for my smushing joke to work, the vaginas would have to be less "cheeky" and more "lippy."

Posted by: Sean at November 20, 2008 2:21 PM

You too, Sean? I think it's been closer to two weeks for me. Starting to take it personally here, Mr. Maximus! If you don't friend me, I'll get mopey--and you won't like me when I'm mopey....

Hey Sean, how's about you and I be friends? That'll make him jealous!

Posted by: meaux at November 20, 2008 2:21 PM

AvB: Damn right.

MY panda.

Posted by: figgy at November 20, 2008 2:22 PM

Well, I guess the final arbiter is Julie, herself. So is it one vagina, four or eight?

By the way, with multiple vaginas is it better for them to be on the same menstrual cycle so you are not always ragging or to have different cycles so at least one is always good to go? Or is a deity menstruation free?

Posted by: JP at November 20, 2008 2:23 PM

Meaux: Done.

Take that, non-friend-approver Skitz.

Posted by: Sean at November 20, 2008 2:26 PM

Sorry, but your cephalopodean anatomy is a complete FAIL. Eight legs arranged in a circle, with a vagina between each two legs, equals eight vaginas. Draw a diagram.

Posted by: Ann at November 20, 2008 2:31 PM

dylanj, please tell me where i can play oregon trail online! i loved that game!

Posted by: lizzieborden at November 20, 2008 2:33 PM

Awesome, Sean--I won't be at an FB-accessible computer until late tonight, but consider your request accepted!

Your move, Maximus....

Posted by: meaux at November 20, 2008 2:35 PM

lizzie

http://www.virtualapple.org/oregontraildisk.html

if it asks you to install the plug in go ahead and do that

Posted by: dylanj at November 20, 2008 2:35 PM

Maybe Godtopussy has one Almighty Special Valley that can write in a beautiful cursive font with permanent (pink) ink.

Posted by: Sofía at November 20, 2008 2:40 PM

american apparel is lame not because their clothes are ugly, unflattering, and of shit quality (seriously, you want something from AA? Get yourself a jersey knit sheet and some scissors and you're halfway there) but because they perpetuate the existence of hipsters. and face it- hipsters need to die. JUST DIE ALREADY DAMMIT! Ugh, hipster- the less educated, yet somehow more pretentious cousin of indie. Does anyone else resize their browser to avoid the ads on blogs, or am i the only one?

Posted by: snarla at November 20, 2008 2:44 PM

The Almighty Special Valley...Sofia, that kind of sounds like where good members of TOOTBOG go in the next life.

Posted by: meaux at November 20, 2008 2:44 PM

Number three again? Jesus christ, that's lik... Oh. I didn't even make the list, huh? Hm. Uh... Ha ha, this is awkward. Um, well then... I guess I'll just show myself out. No, no - I can get my own coat, thanks...

So I guess... I guess I'll see you around, huh? Maybe we could meet for soup or somethi... Wazzat? No soup? Oh... Okay. Well, I guess this is it? It's... just. Huh.

Sean, being the techotard I am, I deleted (ignored?) like, three people accidentally. You might have been one. Jay too. meaux, I saw you, thought I done plopped you on there... Gimme twenty seconds or so...

Posted by: Skitz at November 20, 2008 2:46 PM

I always thought my native peoples were sorely underused in Oregon Trail. We would have fucked some bitches up if you came on our land.

A RED MAN HAS SCALPED YOUR WIFE. LOSE ONLY 1 DAY BECAUSE YOU ARE A BASTARD AND NO ONE CARED ABOUT WOMEN IN 1848.

True story: A friend of mine from middle school nicknamed me "Wagon Burner" and it stuck all the way through college.

Posted by: Snath at November 20, 2008 2:48 PM

Aww, Skitz, all is forgiven. Just ignore the vile, nasty things I said about you in that other thread.... *heehee*

Posted by: meaux at November 20, 2008 2:48 PM

These things happen, Skitz. I've found that Facebook actually just kind of "forgets" about friend requests sometimes, forcing you to then find the person's profile and choose "respond to friend request." Because there's no way to get to your requests without a notification. Brilliant.

Posted by: Sean at November 20, 2008 2:52 PM

Ok ok. It's four vaginas. Eight is just too many, I fear I'd explode from the sexual energy.

Posted by: Julie at November 20, 2008 3:04 PM

What in the bloody hell fuck?!? My internet signal dies last night and I come back to being in three spots and a Doctor Who discussion.

IT'S NOT MY BIRTHDAAAAY, IT'S NOT TODAAAAAY! IT'S NOT MY BIRTHDAY SO WHYYY DO YOU LUUUUNGE OUT AT MEEEEE?

(it's Monday) (okay, close enough I guess)

Finally Jay wins and he gets nothing!
Rowles and Prisco planned it all out.

It deserves to be said again: MANILOOOOW!!

And the irony is I thought I was on a roll last Friday. But I think Mike R. has talked about that danger. Friday to Sunday is where good comments go to die. Oh well, at least Lainey liked "Modicum of Service". Well, Estelle left a congratulatory message on my Facebook wall about this and, stunned, I went and got that last can of ale since I drank the other one during my roll of parchment on Who companions. So now I'm kinda tipsy.

But Sarina....if I surrender my born-again virginity (it's all about statutes of limitations) to you...what will become of our banter? The audience'll tune out!

Alright, alright, alright, I can arrange a little something as a thank you for the assistance but....off the record and off camera!!!

(gotta retain my Jedi-like contemplative celibate image!)

However....no no, I'm still sober enough to know that I should stop right there.

*whispers* English ale or red wine, that's how you get me to stop babbling with beads of sweat breaking out on my forehead and sitting on my hands

(if that ever actually becomes an issue in your life. haw haw)

Damn, this is pretty good. Shoulda gotten two four packs (not two-four, for my Canadian friends), and it's from the package store right near where I work (but not live). I may have to go back soon. Anyway, being in this giddy hoppy state, let me thank you all for being a good harbinger for my new year. 07-08 was more "get some of my shit together" year. This one might actually be out-and-out good.

YES, of course I will be at the Star Community Bar once again as my birthday closes out Monday night. I've been commissioned to try "Smoke on the Water" (and I will! So come see your handiwork unfold). "Help The Aged" will most likely make a reappearance, but I'm definitely closing out with "Copacabana". I've tried it, I can do it. After all, my best friend at work said "it would make so much sense if you were actually Jewish" so I've definitely got enough in me to successfully bring the MANILOOOOOW!!!

Posted by: Jay at November 20, 2008 3:13 PM

Although I already own one of each of the original Pajiba shirts (yes, I am counting on new styles coming out--WHISKEYBABYNINJASTAR!--who said Pajibans aren't fashionable?), there is something about the fact that there aren't any more t-shirts to be had that makes me kind of panicky.

Weird.

Probably has something to do with a fear of change. Specifically, a subliminal fear that Pajiba will change in ways that will lead to a loss of our special community.

Or you know, I'll be left out.

Yep. I'm a freak.

Posted by: tamatha at November 20, 2008 3:15 PM

Damn. All the attention sent Jay over the edge. Sarina, reel that boy in and make him a man, will ya?

Posted by: Cindy at November 20, 2008 3:21 PM

Awe. Some.

I knew I'd break you eventually, Jay. And I don't think you have to worry about diminishing banter. I never stop being a pushy, demanding, lunatic superbitch. Romantical shenanigans have no effect on my crazy train.

Posted by: Sarina at November 20, 2008 3:27 PM

But holy shit, they apparently do Affect (with an A) my ability to type properly. I apologise to the English language and the world.

Posted by: Sarina at November 20, 2008 3:30 PM

Wait, no, "effect" is the noun, you were right. Have you been drinking too?

Posted by: Jay at November 20, 2008 3:37 PM

Optimus, yeah. I guess I got caught up in the hype and tried to win big...only to go bust. Which really is fitting, seeing as we're talking about Monopoly and all that. Meh...who wants a "Monopoly: The Movie" - In Production 2008 t-shirt? I kind had them preemptively made up, and they'll only sit around if nobody buys them. Only $99.99, marked down from $12,435.32!

Posted by: Mike R. at November 20, 2008 3:38 PM

Have you been drinking too?

Well... yeah. You know what I'm editing right now. I'm at least halfway to wasted. I'm also eating Oreos with salsa. Clearly, things are broken.

Posted by: Sarina at November 20, 2008 3:41 PM

Oreos with salsa??

I know it's cold out but seriously, that's fucked up.

Posted by: Snath at November 20, 2008 3:42 PM

Yeah, I oughta put in some time on those people's choice award nominations I have to help judge for the library staff, and I've only got a finger or two of rum left.

Posted by: Jay at November 20, 2008 3:46 PM

Don't judge me!

It's actually pretty good.

Posted by: Sarina at November 20, 2008 3:47 PM

You'll mix a chocolate cookie with a creamy filling, tomatoes, onions, and peppers but you won't eat PIE??!!

You are warped beyond description.

Posted by: Julie at November 20, 2008 3:49 PM

I'm also eating Oreos with salsa. Clearly, things are broken.

Don't listen to them Sarina, that sounds like a bowl of awesome. Invite me over next time.

Posted by: jamiepants at November 20, 2008 3:59 PM

Wow, I got to the party WAY LATE but two things:

1. Congratulations to Jay! And you totally deserve it like a million times over.

2. Apparently no one likes skinny little red headed girls. I'll be over in my corner. Alone. I hope you're all happy.

Posted by: Genny (also Rusty) at November 20, 2008 4:10 PM

Apparently no one likes skinny little red headed girls.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=38uwbqYTl04

Posted by: Jay at November 20, 2008 4:13 PM

Kayanne, I think you need to tittilate the masses with your clever thoughts and incessant talk of boobies.

Failing that, I think we should both submit our names for consideration...or stalk each other?

*sigh*kalafraja... I have talked about my lovely tatanis. Way more than I'd care to admit, which is why I'll just reference my work on the Feministing Blog Review thread, rather than link to it.

All the boobie talk in the world will never find me a stalker! *weeps* And my rack is so awesome, too.

And it saddens me that stalking each other is your last resort. It's like when you're only prison gay.

And how would that work exactly? Would I linger outside your window every Tuesday, Thursday and Saturday, while you sneak around my bushes every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday? Leaving Sunday as a day of rest, of course.

Posted by: Kayanne at November 20, 2008 4:14 PM

Oh Godtopus, Sarina, that made my stomach clench. I love you, but...oh god.

Also, my dog's name is Oreo, and every time I read about someone eating Oreos I get all giggly. I guess that's what I get for naming my dog after a delicious food.

Posted by: figgy at November 20, 2008 4:18 PM

Figgy, I love it. MY dog is named after a Muppet.

Rizzo, whoooo! My next pet will be Sweetums. Or Fozzie.

Posted by: Julie at November 20, 2008 4:21 PM

Way to go Jay! I'm honored to join you in the grammar orgy that was #5. I can't tell where the apostrophes end and the semicolons begin.

Posted by: branded at November 20, 2008 4:24 PM

Oh, Kayanne, anything for a little bit of attention, right? I'm with you.

(don't tell anyone, but I bet that our tatas are nicer than any tatas ever. i have a feeling.)

I'll start following you around at the grocery store this week...we'll figure out the stalking rules from there, I'm new at this.

Posted by: kalafraja at November 20, 2008 4:32 PM

I'm new at this.

Baby, so am I. Let's take this slow.

Posted by: Kayanne at November 20, 2008 4:40 PM

Haha, awesome. Rizzo is one of my favorites. My other two dogs are Matisse and Angus. Everyone looks at me funny, but I love giving pets weird names. We have a turtle named Torrence.

I want to name my next pet "Crumpet".

Or "Prisco".

Posted by: figgy at November 20, 2008 4:40 PM

Julie, good choice with the 4. A godtoPUS with only one vagina just seems less than omniputant.

I assume a gift of pearls would be an appropriate offering for a devine octopus? Perhaps a necklace?

Posted by: JP at November 20, 2008 4:43 PM

For some reason, Sean, your comment made me think of a vagina parade. A group of vaginas, parading down the major thoroughfare of each of our cities.

Could they be riding bicycles?

http://jezebel.com/5013407/the-town-bicycle

Posted by: Lauren at November 20, 2008 4:52 PM

Kayanne, "Bushes" I get, but is "window" a new name for Special Valley?

Posted by: bucdaddy at November 20, 2008 5:36 PM

Congrats Jay. Truer words have never been spoken. Trivial Pursuit and liquor is my fave.

Posted by: admin at November 20, 2008 6:01 PM

"window" a new name for Special Valley?

*huffs* I was referring to the window of the soul, which in most cases represents the eye(s)!!!

...

But yea, no, I was making up a euphemism for Special Valley. Ya caught me.

Posted by: Kayanne at November 20, 2008 6:03 PM

Yay, I popped my Eloquent cherry! #6 isn't bad for my first time, right?

(Although I'm kinda confused by the "Mentok" name...)

Posted by: Ariel at November 20, 2008 6:12 PM

CAN'T YOU SEE THIS STUPID LIST IS TEARING US APART!

Posted by: BarbadoSlim at November 20, 2008 6:45 PM

Oh, Lauren, I had convinced myself that I would never have to see that picture again...

Now my mental image of a parade of vaginas has been tarnished FOREVER. That vagina looks angry. I want my parading vaginas to be happy ones.

Posted by: kalafraja at November 20, 2008 7:01 PM

Man, I really miss you guys.

Posted by: Kolby at November 20, 2008 7:05 PM

Awww, meaux, who's the best MurderMaiden, kinky buxom homebrewed-hooch-slinging bartending, puffin voyeur-ing Chief Drinking Officer, all rolled into one? You Are!!

Ahem, of course you know, I mean that strictly platonically and professionally, and that ladyhelmet and mr.meaux have nothing to worry about, right, and that we most assuredly are not a PajItem?
Psst - now that nobody suspects a thing, how's about you wear your funky Octoberfest Fraulein outfit with the cutouts, k?

Posted by: lordhelmet at November 20, 2008 7:10 PM

Well, except for that whole finding the right woman business.

In all that excitment I somehow forget to add: Probably someone who, while sober, would agree to sing "Summer Nights" with me. In public.

The performance itself can be in any mental state.

Posted by: Jay at November 20, 2008 7:43 PM

"In all that excitment I somehow forget to add: Probably someone who, while sober, would agree to sing "Summer Nights" with me. In public."

My singing voice is pretty godawful. Does this mean we're totally star-crossed now? If it helps, I am seriously incapable of shame, so I'll still sing in public. If you can stand the humiliation-by-proxy, then we're set.

Posted by: Sarina at November 20, 2008 8:00 PM

Probably someone who, while sober, would agree to sing "Summer Nights" with me. In public.

Wait, you know women who wouldn't do this?

How on earth do you have fun at parties?

Posted by: Kayanne at November 20, 2008 8:23 PM

But I know you're not sober now, Sarina.

Wait, you know women who wouldn't do this?

How on earth do you have fun at parties?

In public, on stage!

Holy shit, is Recent Comments back? This day just gets better and better!

Posted by: Jay at November 20, 2008 8:26 PM

How on earth do you have fun at parties?

In public, on stage!

Sweetheart, most parties 'round here are held in public on a stage. The University bar has Karaoke. Nuff said.

For my birthday I sung "Hit Me With Your Best Shot," completely sober. This is, of course, an AMAZING karaoke song and I rock it.

I was a hit (no pun intended).

Posted by: Kayanne at November 20, 2008 8:33 PM

Kolby!

Posted by: bucdaddy at November 20, 2008 8:37 PM

But I know you're not sober now, Sarina.

I was only like half drunk, and that was hours ago.

Posted by: Sarina at November 20, 2008 8:45 PM

Morrissey and ONJ, Jay? You are for sure the first performer at Pajibacon.

Posted by: Cindy at November 20, 2008 9:13 PM

As you wish, Captain lordhelmet!

Oh, Mr. Meaux, honey...I told you about the new uniforms, didn't I? Yeah, it's a strict MurderMaid-issued job requirement. What? Revealing, you say? Huh, I hadn't noticed....

Posted by: meaux at November 20, 2008 9:37 PM

[Strolls in, all kinds of late]

[Sees panda video...]

[Explodes]

Will someone please tell my mom I just chugged Pop Rocks and soda?... She can't know the truth.

Posted by: jM at November 21, 2008 2:58 AM

Apparently no one likes skinny little red headed girls.

Are you out of your mind? Genny, you are a goddess, never let anyone tell you different. Why if I was only 10 minutes younger.....

Julie, I would love you even if you only had 1 vagina, any more would be bragging....

As for the karaoke...I will be going this Saturday for a friend's bday party deep in the San Fernando Valley. And I will be singing Fiona Apple's "Criminal" it gets a great response every time, except when I sang it back home in Western PA and some people thought I had the gay. Really understanding people back there.

Posted by: Rubble44 at November 21, 2008 3:53 AM

Wait..."no one likes skinny redhaired girls"?

Genny, you are a liar and a thief. I like redhaired girls of all forms, and I'm sure I'm not alone in that sentiment around here. In fact, I indeed like you ma'am. I think we could be friends. We could sit on the playground and talk about what we watched on TV last night, I'd give you the other half of my peanut butter sandwich and you could slap me in the face due to my temporary omission of your peanut allergy from my memory. We could ride the seesaw, and we could double date with our significant others. There would be good times for all...unless you already have enough friends. I'd understand if you did.

Posted by: Mike R. at November 21, 2008 8:57 AM