Yeah? Yeah? Well, get a facting clue, you factin’ factor.

I’m just going to assume they floated down from Heaven, then.

I was there, the prompters were off. Stewart didn’t know he was gonna do that.

Funny enough, I actually did get a very sweet reply from him later in the day:

I don’t pay her, but Gawker’s Jennifer Martin definitely spent a good half an hour this morning frantically googling trying to figure this out, and came up empty. We may never know.

Heh. I’m a mod on a sports board where “fuck” and just about every other swearword fly around frequently.

I don’t even notice the fucks any more. They’re just kinda punctuation to me now. You’ve desensitized me to foul language you beautiful bastard.

That was actually a guy!

NO CLUE

We used to get (from my dad’s dad) “knock off all that fuckin’ cussin’, we’re in a goddamned church!” (The fact that we were fighting over/sharing a handheld poker game between twelve cousins didn’t seem to bother anyone, though.)

No shit. You really need to watch your fucking language.

My favorite.

Facting Sincerely?

Did you ever figure out where this was posted that they were surprised to see it?

Of course there is a Comic Sans one.

I always wondered what happened to those cranks who called into my newspaper apoplectic with confused and frightened rage when we accidentally ran the same comics two days in a row. WHAT IF TODAY WAS THE DAY MARMADUKE STOPPED THINKING HE WAS PEOPLE, OKAY? DID YOU EVER THINK ABOUT THAT?!?!

All you needed in reply was this, methinks:

This is fucking excellent, pro-level trolling.

One very busy lunch hour, I stood behind a guy in line at Subway who started bitching out the sandwich artist for only having 8 types of buns available. I interupted him and told him that he was being a completely elitist dick for no good reason, seeing as they probably have the largest bread selection of any…