You can all put away the Fitzmas decorations. A viscious right wing conspiracy known to some idiots as “reality” has once again made a mockery of the predictive ability (also sometimes referred to as the tin foil thought process) of our dear Assistant Supreme Leader.
Personally, I have never been more embarrassed, except for the time I was outed by my first wife for sticking my thumb up my own a** to see if if I could simulate the experience of a**l sex (I know what you are thinking–but this was simply RESEARCH for an as yet unpublished novel).
Apparently, my thumb lacks the girth required for statistical validity. My unpublished novel lacks “realism” according to all 74 jerkoff editors who to date have rejected my gay masterpiece. Hey, you dont have to be a criminal to write crime stories, do you?
They just dont understand my version of fantastical neo realism, thats all.
Yeah, and Einstein worked at the post office or somewhere too. Moral: just because you have figured out the very foundation of the universe doesnt mean you are necessarily entitled to be a regular on the recommended list, not to mention EVER make the frontpage, where until very recently we all had to read about “Fitzmas” “this Friday , no next Monday, maybe Wednesday”.
Here at the BT, more newbies are coming to this site every day, and who knows, one of them might be an editor for a book publishing house who knows exactly what it feels like to have his own thumb stuck up his a** and who therefore might be willing to give Donkeytale the book publishing contract he so richly deserves. But how can my Important Work ever be taken seriously again now that this website has been denigrated once more by all the embarrassing tin foil hattery tossed around so blithely by its assistant proprietor and bossman?
He’s too busy running down all the outing Ar**ndo diarists to see that he is just as FoS as any of us are, the only real difference between him and us being that he is An Important Blogger and that we are not.
Sure, he got the information on the “pending” Rove indictment from another blogger, not a real journalist, so how can we blame him? Everybody outside of the bloggers themselves know that blogging is not same as journalism, but he is a good guy, a trusting soul (after all he’s reinstated donkeytale at least twice), and he went with his gut…..blame the NYT or the WaPo for this outrageous abuse of prosecutorial indiscretion…..not the blogosphere.
Blame it all on the SCLM, the Reptublicans and Mark Warner. Arm**do its your fault since like Fitzgerald you are nothing but a sleazeball lawyer. Why you even worked for Wal Mart you piker!
Never blame the blogosphere. We are nothing but anonymous anomalies of amateurish auto eroticism.
Nothing more and nothing less.
Pardon me. I have some more research to do…and no, Dr. Soling, I have not been smoking hashish this morning. Its way too early yet….
OK I see somebody decided topost theirown frontpage version of my diary. Figures.
But the proof is in the pudding: Mine posted at 7:19 and change EST and his posted at 7:41 and change EST.
Smoked him by 22 godammed minutes….and in one of my most cherished blogging achievements, Oui is still sleeping over there in Amsterdam or wtf she lives….
:-0)
I would have used yours if it weren’t for the thumb up the ass part. Not that there’s anything wrong with that, I’m just a little bit of a prude.
how about if I censor it????i’ll do just about anything to make the front page, as you know???
Anything? I didn’t know. Anyway, don’t censor yourself silly. Maybe one of the other front page people is more inclined to enjoy that kind of thing and will promptly promote it.
Yes. Sadly I am just another bored diary whore. I like your work by the way. You dont really have to front page me….a recommend from a frontpager would be nice tho…:)
Ok, it’s the least I can do.
How do you type with your thumb up your ass?
Inquiring minds want to know.
In fact…how do you light a hash pipe with your thumb up your ass?
That must be even harder!!!
(No pictures, please…)
AG
I learned it from the Maharishi on my first trek to India with the Beatles. Yeah and I f*cked George’s wife too then came back home to London and rubbed it all over Claptons face.
In response to my ribbing he made his classic “Layla” album not as as a tribute to her as general rock n roll mythology states, but as a smugly cynical putdown of donkeytale.
Just goes to show you there are millions of ways to paint your masterpiece…..none of them recognizable to the mere mortals in the blogosphere…
There I fixed it! I forgot that you younger liberals are more prudish than us older ones. As you age, you will tend to lose the “BS” filter that keeps so many youngsters uptight but generally our of prison…
When I loose my uptight bs filter, will you come visit me in jail?
If you are lucky enough to be old fat and gray like me when I lost mine, you will no longer be much of a threat to society by that point.
You might be candidate for the state hospital, tho.
Just like me!
State hospitals? Get with the times buddy. You think you’re still living in an era where there was still public financing of social services. Were you lucky enough to sleep through Reagan?
Yep. Believe it or not we still have state mental intitutions here in Texas…of course thats the only service the state provides here, that and criminal incarceration.
No hash? Damn. I was holding out for a hit. Thought you were a bogart or something.
Also wondered if you were dropped on your head as a baby, but now think maybe you’re just schizophrenic like that guy in the movie A Beautiful Mind. Brilliant flashes of genius, tempered by bouts of thumb up the assedness.
You are starting to figure me out….altho I wasnt dropped on my head as a baby, I WAS almost killed in a car crash when I was 18. Severe concussion. Three days in the hospital in Needles California. Round the clock team of surgeons worked tirelessly to extract both thumb and hashpipe from rectum….unsuccessfully.
I was on my way to Harvard with Rocket Science scholarship until that unfortunate accident occurred…best thing that ever happened to me.
Lost my BS filter completely, like all brain injured idiots…
So, on second thought…keep the hashish for yourself. Also answers Gilroy’s question about lighting your hash pipe with your thumb up your ass.
donkeytale, we are not worthy of your, umm, greatness. Yeah, that’s it, greatness.
Its about time someone got it right 🙂
Besides Gilroy that is.
only one who thinks that donkeytale and stark sound eerily similar?
Nah.
But DonkeyTale doesn’t have Stark’s righteous anger, or calls to action. Besides. Stark is now Myleftasscheek over at MLW.
in blogtopia would that comment make any sort of sense. 🙂
How would I know? I’m the one who wrote it :o)
Nevermind…duh :oP