April 13, 2007
Damn you, Bingley!
Damn your eyes!
Damn your brain!
Damn your pancreas!
Damn every damned damnable part of your body and what passes for a soul in your sorry, pasty-white, honkey, totally-soulless-so-he-doesn't-appreciate-Aretha-for-the-goddess-she-is self!
And damn your partner in crime, the formerly sainted Nectar of the Gods, of which I've down several tonight!
How dare you sully the primo neologism of my dear friend Julie and coerce me into posting something like this:
"Fuckleberry Hound" indeed. Sis, kick his ass!
Posted by Ken S at April 13, 2007 08:51 PM | TrackBack (0) |Bastard. Blasphemous bastard.
Posted by: caltechgirl at April 13, 2007 10:22 PMSigh.
the correct term is BASTARD!
You've got to say it like you really mean it. And in my case most people do.
Posted by: Mr. Bingley at April 14, 2007 05:56 AMDamn. And just when I had got the image (from The Simpsons) of the Hound sitting at the Cartoon Retirement Home and saying, "I was SO gay....but I couldn't tell anyone!" out of my head.
Posted by: ricki at April 14, 2007 12:44 PMWe all knew about the Hound. But I never expected Yogi...
Posted by: Ken S, Fifth String on the Banjo of Life at April 14, 2007 12:54 PMOh, EW.
Yogi probably thinks it's mayo for the sandwiches in the pic-a-nic basket he stole.
A few years ago my aunt was trying to remember where in Georgia one of her friends had moved: "It's something like Butthead or Fuckhead." I laughed and told her it was Buckhead.
Posted by: Kate P at April 14, 2007 07:28 PMI don't like Buckhead. The antlers hurt...
Posted by: Ken S, Fifth String on the Banjo of Life at April 14, 2007 07:33 PMYou know the old joke, Ken...
Q: How do you tell if a man likes Moosehead?
A: Antler marks on his stomach.