Tuesday, October 10, 2006
About Me
- Name: Fang Bastardson
- Location: Nowheresville, Kansas
Born in the wild to Canadian Timberwolves, Fang was wrestled from his mother's teat at an early age and placed in the custody of a government sponsored think tank in New York City. He escaped at age seven by gnawing off a doo-claw and has been riding a wave of self-righteous indignation to Nowheresville, baby, ever since. He is currently enjoying being a PhD (by marriage), but on the advice of his attorney has refused all comment except to assert an apparently deeply-held conviction that frozen strawberries should be thawed, not microwaved.
7 Comments:
W: "I swear, it's this long! Ask Laura! Better yet, ask Condi!"
Foley: "Well, the word on the Page Boy circuit is 'Micro' but you can certainly dream."
Michael Brown: "What's going on? What are you guys talking about? Are we going out to eat soon?"
2:52 PM
discussing the size of...
...the youngest boymeat they've ever had.
4:32 PM
Foley: "You should have seen the one that got away from ME."
4:51 PM
Bush: "We now have control of THIS much of Baghdad."
Foley: R U hard?
5:21 PM
Bush: Little heathen babies THIS big are mercilessly slaughtered every
day in Iraq and Afghanistan.
Foley: Their dicks must be THIS small when hard....wonder if they're
old enough to IM yet.
~Cuz N
7:17 AM
Foley: I hardly got away with this much of these pedophilic text messages before I got caught.
Bush: And I got away with this much WMD and Iraq war stuff before people started catching on.
9:48 AM
Mark: If you could help me this much I can beat this, George.
George: Dang it, Markie, you're gonna have to fall on your sword, for the Party. Ain't that right, Brownie?
6:04 AM
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