Monday, January 11, 2010

What I Did Last Weekend



Would you like some more tea, Polly Prissy Pants?

Yes, Mark, I would love some tea. Thank you.

You're very welcome, Polly Prissy Pants. Would you like some tea, Clyde Frog?

Yes, please, Mark. Why are you so cool?

Oh. I don't know, Clyde Frog. I just am.

You are so strong and smart, Mark. Everybody loves you.

Why, thank you, Polly Prissy Pants. How nice of you.

We like ya, Mark. You are the coolest guy in the world. This is tremendous tea.

Why, thank you, Peter Panda. This is Distinctive Earl Grey.

Mark is the best!

Hooray for Mark!

Mark kicks ass!

My goodness, that's a lovely dress you are wearing, Polly Prissy Pants.

Oh, thank you, Mark. You are a perfect gentleman, and you are smart and true.

Yes, Mark, you are strong and smart and true. Everybody likes you very much.

That's niiice, Peter Panda. More tea, Rumpertumskin?

Yes, please, Mark, you are tough and handsome.

Thank you, Rumpertumskin. And what do you think about me, Clyde Frog?

I think you're a big fat piece of crap.



So does Putnam County.

We'll just call bullshit on this one as well.
Who the hell would want to eat dinner with you?
All of the drooling, lip smacking and finger licking would be enough to make a person puke.
How many people does your trough seat, meathead?

And who under the age of 75 plays canasta?
When's the shuffleboard tournament?

3 comments:

  1. What I disagree with most in the Jan. 9 entry?

    "... in the court of public opinion, he is getting hanged by objective observers."

    I call bullshit, because there's no way in fucking hell anybody invited into the Grease Cave is objective toward his plight. The second an "objective" guest would say, "You know, Mark, it's really not that bad here. I don't even notice it after a while," they'd be thrown out on their objective asses with the canasta decks and mugs of warm Ovaltine.

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  2. Someone said Putnamblob's dinner party was catered by Southern States...

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  3. It's uglier than a MySpace page.
    And as Lenny said that's the ghetto of the internet.
    It's like trying to read while the walls close in around you.

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