IRK! GASP CHOKE WHEEZE

[signal1101]

The king of the political implosion, Doctor Howard Dean (a.k.a. "whaddya mean I can't screw this up? WATCH!") will now attempt to play Dr. Frankenstein. His attempt at breathing life to the lifeless will be, to be certain, amusing and filled with much yelling. Seriously, this guy makes libertarians look intelligent... and intelligent they ain't

Comments

[ex_pathogen]

IF YOU TALK SMACK ABOUT HOWARD DEAN I WILL SERIOUSLY HIT YOU SO HARD.

[signal1101]

Dean is the angriest white man alive... and for some reason, people give him a mic. He's a drrty drrty wanker

[ex_pathogen]

That's what they WANT you to believe. He's actually a very nice man with a good sense of humor. I mean, come on, you haven't heard about all the crap that surrounded that media free-for-all which was spawned by him working the crowd after the Iowa caucus?

[signal1101]

Ummmmm... no. And he can't shoot eyebeams either. And he can't fly (without a plane). And I think he may not, in fact, have anything that one could reasonably consider a chin.

[misterentropy]

you whore!!! that's it, your're banned from vermont.

[signal1101]

yeah... keep it

[grrremlinski]

Dude, that's where orgasmic Ginger Ice Cream comes from.

Oh yeah... And Gremlins. I'm a Vermonster.

[signal1101]

I know there are entire FIELDS of gremlins, roaming free, and occasionally biting at an electric fence and making a strange yipping noise that makes children flee and kittens swoon. They meander about, snarling at pennies and making some very tasty cakes... but they are trapped. Trapped, I say. One has escaped. A mere one.

There are fields, legions, whole snarls of 'em (by the way, that is what a group of Gremlins is called: a snarl). And but one has escaped. Why? BECAUSE OF THE MAN! THE MAN KEEPS THEM IN! THE MAN REPRESSES THEM AND LURES THEM TO THEIR DOOM WITH ORGASMIC GINGER ICE CREAM!

HOWARD DEAN!!!!!!!: I SAYETH THOU ART THE MAN! (had to bring it back tosome sort of relevance... not sure why, I mean, it isn't as if you aren't entirely used to my wandering from topic to topic as a blind man who has lost his cane in a ballpit... but, y'know... [people are watching...])

... and that, my dear, is that.

[jasonlblair]

What are you kershappin' about?

[signal1101]

nothin', go about yer bidniz, you badass mofo up north. Seriously, why aren't you busy churning out things for me to ooh and aaah about? Stop using the intarweb! It is keeping you from making me happy!

[jasonlblair]

I'm going to make a creature called the Harnish. It has two abilities: to sniff out booze, and to fall asleep at random.

IT'S GONNA BE SWEET.

[signal1101]

And to yell, curmudgeonly, at children and old people! But I only have a 2 in that skill.

[matt_snyder]

Penises ARE beautiful.

Yes, this is posted in the right thread.

[signal1101]

There comes moments in my life, and they are, by-and-large, happy moments, wherein I awaken and think to myself, "today is a day I will make use of ____ (choose random word)". I have no rhyme or reason to think so, but sometimes one feels that it is a day to dust-off the vocabulator and make fly.

Today, as I rolled about to face the window and was informed by a very amused person that the water was not working and that I had removed my dreads for the purpose of washing my hair and reattaching them as my hair had grown about an inch and it needed some refitting to not dangle inappropriately, I was struck by the fact that today I would require the use of the word: agog.

And, Matt, dear fella, dear lad, that is precisely the word to describe my expression as I sat and read your comment.

[rlo]

I have dispatched Howard Dean to your dwelling with the intention of setting it on fire. I also invited him to your birthday party. Just a heads up.