Something's wrong with your link Kicker.

Kids these days need a lot more guidance then they are getting. The only drugs we would ever consider taking to go cliff climbing would be acid and skunk bud.

Happiness is just a Flaming Moe away . . .

headkicker_girl wrote:

phreddy wrote:

Something's wrong with your link Kicker.

Thanks.  It's fixed.  Unfortunately, it probably wasn't worth the wait.

Back up a second.

There's no shortage of tard behavior anywhere. Upstate NY, for instance, shares the same geography and social ills. Just ask Tits. But do we hear about it?

I think we need to invite the Post Gazette clowns responsible for this reporting over here to High-Street for a chat.

Should we make up a high street award of excellence and send it to their local newsrooms to see if we can get a response? In these dark days for the craft do journalists even have a sense of humor anymore?

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choad wrote:

Johnny_Rotten wrote:

Should we make up a high street award of excellence and send it to their local newsrooms to see if we can get a response?

No. Call or email the reporters writing the stories. We need to scan our archives for headlines, themes, images and links. And so we're all reading from the same page, vet the questions here before hand.

We get a reporter or three on site here first, they'll know best how to sell it to the suits.

Wilber, got any ideas?

Hah...I've been down this road before (wish I could show you). Skewering the new generation of shills and frotteurs is child's play. They have no craft, no language, no integrity or brains - and, most salient, no sense of humour. The old ones might appreciate our efforts, but the young ones wouldn't get it. As for the suits, they are binary in their moods: either fatuous or angry. I see little hope there. Personally, I prefer the alternative press. The average IQ is higher, humour is sometimes appreciated, and there's still a thread of integrity running through the newsprint. Even there though, I don't hold out much hope for alliance. We say "nigger" here, laugh at rape jokes, make fun of 'tards and advocate the death penalty for stupidity. Who in their right mind would have anything to do with us?

But at least the fine people of Pensultucky have perfected the invention of the gob.

choad wrote:

WilberCuntLicker wrote:

Skewering the new generation of shills and frotteurs is child's play. They have no craft, no language, no integrity or brains - and, most salient, no sense of humour.

Never mind. You're right. Fuck them.

For your perusement and bemusement, I offer Fugly.net's brush with journalism.

(The original Fugly page that caught MacWorld's attention is here.)

It was my own dear well-intentioned ma who introduced me to the joys of codeine.

I was fourteen, home sick with a bad cough, and my mother misread the dosage instructions on the cough-medicine bottles (codeine was no longer available OTC but our doc had given her some sample bottles of the hard stuff.  The labels were pretty tiny).  As I recall, she misread "tsp" for "tbs" and more than tripled the dosage...every four hours.

I was floatin'.

I miss codeine.

Fled wrote:

Don't forget the exquisite Pittsburgh Salad, often served at Pennsylvania inns.  No kidding, a garden salad with french fries piled on top, usually smothered in ranch dressing.

It took me a while to get used to a "salad" in PA being 40% cheese, 20% assorted deli meats, 20% ranch dressing and maybe 20% assorted vegetable matter, mostly iceberg lettuce. It was my first introduction to the 1000 calorie salad.