Fun with telemarketersWish I'd thought of this.
(Not entirely safe for work.)
"Stable as a canoe full of spastics." Her Majesty's Commission for Mental Health
"Shoot on sight." MI-6
"Give me my kidneys back, you swine!" James Bond
"...that mad fucker,Dr.Evil. We may or maybe not related but if we are,stay the fuck away from him 'cause he has to be a horrible bollix." The Anti-Barney
"You are the very essence of Hawtness. The very essence!" LindyK
Oh sure. I'm so likely to give up the location of my laboratory. Piss off, Mr. Bond.
LOOK WHAT I WON! It's the prestigious El Barbudo Beard tug award for Bog Blogging! I am so better than the rest of you. (As far as bog blogging, that is.)
Email me. Or not. I don't really care. After all, nobody ever really e-mails unless they want to complain. FOR THE LAST TIME, GIRLBOTS ARE NOT WATERPROOF! STOP TAKING THEM INTO THE SHOWER, YOU PERVS!
Erm. Sorry about the spittle.
Anyhoo: pmoran (at) pennswoods (dot) net
Quote of the Day
"The details of my life are quite inconsequential.... very well, where do I begin? My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a fifteen year old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet. My father would womanize, he would drink. He would make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark. Sometimes he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy. The sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament. My childhood was typical. Summers in Rangoon, luge lessons. In the spring we'd make meat helmets. When I was insolent I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds- pretty standard really. At the age of twelve I received my first scribe. At the age of fourteen a Zoroastrian named Vilma ritualistically shaved my testicles. There really is nothing like a shorn scrotum... it's breathtaking- I highly suggest you try it. ", Dr. Julius Evil, January 21, 2000
And that's the way I likes it.