25.07.06

i double dog dare you

You ever sit down with a bag of snack food, realize immediately that you can hardly stomach said snack food, yet proceed to empty the whole bag into your gaping maw until there's just a greasy you on a crumb-filled couch wallowing in a puddle made of equal parts self-and-snack-food-loathing?
What the hell am I talking about?
Go read this Metafilter post, and the DailyKos blog to which it refers, and the comments on each and then tell me if you don't just want to take some pills that will make you sleep until the internet is no more and everybody's shuffling around naked foraging for nuts and berries.

'Course, snarking about snark about snark is still snark, innit?
I die now.

Posted by monk at :51
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Now I have to go wash my eyeballs out with bleach.

That was a long thread of not funny. Bring back the dead baby jokes.

Posted by: titivil at :55

B- Don't you know that "I have to go wash out my eyeballs with bleach" is the new "I just threw up in my mouth a little"?
Q: What's long and not funny?
A: A dead baby. Also, a Metafilter thread.

Posted by: monk at :34

I thought "I need to wash my eyeballs out with *salt* was the new "I just through up in *your* mouth a little"?

Posted by: titivil at :25
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