double drats
Off topic; you know what I hate? I hate psyching myself out for months over possibly hiring my first employee, finally deciding to hire someone, putting out the ad, culling the applications, interviewing, finding a perfect applicant, buying a custom PC and $1,200 in furniture to spruce up the office,…

…or Al Roker, whoever's got the better tits.

American Apparel caters specifically to my mild fetishes. Case in point: thigh-high athletic socks. Combine with a white skate helmet w/chinstrap, white elbow and knee pads, and NOTHING else and my Amazon Women on the Moon/rollerderby thing is fully realized.

Don't you know that mentioning Grimace can be a triggering event for me?

Do not make me bring up Police Squad.

He's a dead ringer for my gay vampire uncle.

I guess this makes me Ollie North then.

Masks? Chicken costumes? Fucking amatuers. You got a fucking burger with a steaming turd on it, I'll sell that shit on talent and face paint ALONE. These little brats, they gotta buy, you know what I mean?

But
What does this have to do with the sexy dirty underage waifs in the American Apparal ads? My Irony Detect-O-Meter is having trouble processing these vectors.

I contend that this is actual, not feigned, dildosity.

Not like a need an excuse, but I do like week-old Peeps.

Boston Cream Pie and Sour Patch Kids.

I have a boggle:

like in the band Dengue Fever?
"Dengue Fever: Sleepwalking Through The Mekong"; if this is about the band, I'll have to check it out. After about 5 listenings they really get stuck in your head.

I can't turn my fiberglass head enough to read all that, but all the words on the left sound good.

See, "intoxicated beyond their ability to give informed consent", that's the part right there. It sounds like you're arguing in previous posts that drunk = not able to give informed consent, in which case the problem is you, not the "rape apologists". That's a good one by the way, up there with "pro-abortion" as far…

I don't get it.

You get used to it.

I might be some PCP-crazed Ronald McDonald rapist, but Bowie's scene in Fire Walk With Me made my balls creep.

SNL is bad, but I've rarely regretted watching TV so much as waiting for something, anything funny to happen on Rogen's SNL. Oh brother!