WilberCuntLicker wrote:

Be assured, sweet gash of my dreams, my bon mots are yours to steal.
WCL

Parlez vous francais?  Je parle francais.  C'etait une question stupide.

Je suis oblige de partir maintenant.

Salut!

WilberCuntLicker wrote:

You give the natives Hollywood and steal their brains. Then one day someone flies a plane into your favourite financial tower and you wonder why those dirty donkey fuckers are so lacking in Christian gratitude.

Are you tying Hollywood into the World Trade Center attacks?  Make a little YouTube movie and I'll forward it to all my friends.

pALEPHx wrote:

tojo2000 wrote:

Are you tying Hollywood into the World Trade Center attacks?

Not really, no.

Jesus Christ.
Thanks for Eine Kleine Schtool Schtuffing Musik, -=pENIx=-.
I feel like I'm living behind the gay bar again.
Do people really listen to that when they're not on poppers with their saggy soggy assholes leaking semen?

choad wrote:

Wilber, our private mail function is on the short list for instant removal but check it anyway, ok?

Done. Thanks for the e-mail and the pics of yourself.
This one is my favourite:

Also, having the words "Public Enema #1!" tattooed across your buttocks is extremely de rigeur.
wcl

WilberCuntLicker wrote:

Roger_That wrote:

WilberCuntLicker wrote:

Be assured, sweet gash of my dreams, my bon mots are yours to steal.
WCL

Parlez vous francais?  Je parle francais.  C'etait une question stupide.

Je suis oblige de partir maintenant.

Salut!

B'en oui, je parle un peu de français. J'ai vécu dans la belle province pendant deux années. Un an à Montréal, pis un autre dans un tout petit "rang" de 200 personnes ici. Et maintenant, j'aussi dois aller. J'ai une grande érection qui a besoin d'attention immédiate. Quand nous montrerez-vous quelques images de vos beaux grands seins? Je voudrais savoir quoi prévoir avant que nous attachions le noeud.

BWAHAHHAHAHAH comments on this later.  I especially like the requirement of attention to your "grande erecgtion".  BWAHAHAH.

Only 2 years?

Roger_That wrote:

Only 2 years?

After 2 years I needed to get the hell out of there. The girls are wonderful - they dress to please and taste like petit fours in bed. But in 2 years I only met one male who wasn't objectionably stupid. The real reason I returned to Columbie Brittanique, however, was linguistic. French is a second-rate language with a small vocabulary and a predilection for preciosity. It is, according to Bonnefoy, mired in platonism (Plato was an asshole, but that's a different topic), as distinct from the grounded earthiness of Aristotle that forms part of the substrate of English. Anyways, before I embark on a boring linguistic/philosophical discourse for which I'm violently unqualified, after 24 months of speaking a dying, over-perfumed language, I could feel my brain turning into a soggy ball of shit. One minor mental breakdown later, having alienated myself from all things cute and pastry-tasting, I returned to lap at the sweet rich cunt of my own dear English language. We may be a rough and loutish bunch, but our language is huge, robust and rooted in the dirt. French is a pettish courtesan with tiny tits. English is a big-hearted whore with enough milk in her knockers to feed the world. Sure, you have to fuck her hard to keep her happy, and she definitely needs a regular spanking to keep her from falling into lazy habits, but overall she's the best bit of mouth crumpet on the planet - bar none.

choad wrote:

Wilber, how did you find High-Street?

edit: You best stop that French shit around here immediately. Our native Québécois stopped evolving well before algae.

No more Frawg-talk - my pleasure.

I found High-Street because I found Cruel about three days before the announcement of its demise.
To be honest, I don't think I would have posted on Cruel. It was a fun read, but it felt like a private club.

Hollywood is Bloggin'

http://unitedhollywood.blogspot.com/

Daily Show writers doing curbside strike commentary - posted on YouTube:

It's that weird Bell's Palsy-lookin' thing going on with his too-smooth skin. He probably bathes in the placental blood of kittens...right next to a hot tub of sulfur occupied by Rupert Murdoch.

The vid does lay out the fundamental question/irony/hypocrisy of the intellectual property dispute at the heart of both the strike and the recent attempts by both Viacom and 20th C. Fox to yank all sorts of content from various upload sites (one of my own clips got hit yesterday morning, in fact, tho thousands of others from the same 'source' are still online).

Is the content worthless, or worth millions? Sumner et al. can't have their cake and eat everybody else's too.

When I saw they were making the movie Hitman, I instantly thought of this quote from This Is Spinal Tap:

The review for "Shark Sandwich" was merely a two word review which simply read "Shit Sandwich".

I'm waiting for the first person to submit the review that simply says, "Shitman."

George Orr wrote:

Some writers are still writing, though--they managed to acquire the domain name "AMPTP.com" and ran with it.

I don't care how under-compensated their LOST, over-indulged lilly white asses are, this is all good. The entire industry could disappear tomorrow and I sorely wish it would. I'd still smile at lines like this...

(I mean, have you seen the Nissan Rogue? It looks like a Pontiac Aztek fucked a PT Cruiser, am I right?)

pALEPHx wrote:

choad wrote:

I don't care how under-compensated their LOST, over-indulged lilly white asses are, this is all good. The entire industry could disappear tomorrow and I sorely wish it would.

I'm sure you can choose wisely, but do you really think the rest of America can?

Sad truth is my own choices shrank to between slim and none in the last month. I've never owned a tv and always relied on the resources of my local public library to fill the void. In this town, that's directly across the street from where I sit, an institution the greedy assholes here are preparing to gut.

We could, in fact, return to a happier time when every one horse town boasted at least one conscientious local newspaper, a time when dozens of carefully edited magazines published short stories, publishers nutured promising young writers and the general public still knew how to read the books they wrote.

Fuck television and the whores it rides in on. Without it, maybe people will begin to think for themselves. Pleasant fantasy anyway.

Last edited by choad (2007-12-12 06:39:45)