Time is a precious resource that many of us never seem to have enough of. I have a hard time keeping up with all the blogs I follow and still allow for work, church, family time and personal hygiene. But I'm just one of those people who really hate to feel like I'm missing out on stuff. Some might call this attitude immature. To this I say, "I know you are, but what am I?"
I would very much like the contributors and followers of TFOTTSP to make this a weekly thing. Someone can start, then everyone else will just add to it via the comments section. I'm all a-quiver just thinking about it! I'd like this to be a "best of" comments section from all the blogs that most of us read and in particular, those that most of us don't read. Okie Dokey? I'll start:
From Slutty Girlz Rock Band Contest Extended:
Beth said: Tamara, Jeff, Ron....I hate to threaten people I've never met...
so please, I just beg for your mercy.
No skanky dolls.
I already have the most annoying Dora mermaid doll ever thanks to Kathy.
The wealth really needs to be spread around...
To which Jeff said (via katdish): "Threats from people in Indiana don't really scare me. I mean, what are you going to do? Wrap me in a quilt, force feed me corn-on-the-cob, and make me listen to John Mellencamp?"
I guess this means you're still in the running...
Also from this comments section Jake made a comment, but he deleted it. Which is a shame, because it make him the odds on favorite (besides Beth, of course) to win this week's contest: "Welcome home, STD fairies!"
Of course, the Pornographic Cheese Butler post comments section is probably among my all time favorites. I'll probably print that out and have it framed.
There's so many great comments out there! Won't you share some with us?
11 comments:
Marni has left a new comment on the post "#513. Using your palm branch as a weapon of mass s...":
When I was 18, I took a trip of a lifetime to Paris France with some friends (yeah, my parents were missing brain cells that control the "boundries for teenage outings"). I grew up Catholic, and we were in Paris on Palm Sunday, so we went to mass at the Cathedral of Notre Dame. It was pure poetry to be in this historic and lovely church on such a sacred Sunday. About 8 of us show up, and are handed palm fronds. They were samari sharp as well. Do we appreciate the reverence of the ceremony? Do we keep in mind we are obnoxious Americans in France and they are predisposed to hate us without real provocation nevertheless palm frond fights? No. Do we act like monkey's jacked up on Mountain Dew and start having Jedi light saber fights with our palm fronds? Yes, yes we do.
I'm not sure, but I think my passport says something about not being allowed to come back into France. I can't be sure, it's written in French. I'll look into that...
wv: oushe...Oushe just cut my armpit with her pam frond. You're going down now sista...oh crap, the priest sees us light sabering. Let's go get a seat before he contacts INTERPOL...
I just figured out what Sherri does for a living. She writes word verifications for Blogger. It's a gift.
From the same post as Beth's comment, JML's comment about possibly winning your skank fairies.
"Well, BLESS GOD! Just imagine one of these little trophies bouncing around like Tinker-whore bopping young people on the head and exclaiming, "Syphilis!" " Gonorrhea!" "Chlamydia!" and youv'e got a great understanding of what kids have for heroes today!"
I have been thinking about it for days....CDO has its bright spots...
Is easily confused and just as easily overwhelmed just so you know :) I'll come back when I find a comment worthy of this blog ♥
Oh Kat, you make me blush. It's a crazy life I lead...who knew my adolescent follies could lead to blog fodder kudos. Here's my favorite..for now since good ones pop up all the time:
(In regards to a cake someone made for a friend who had a vasectomy. It has a naked guy wearing a sombrero and he's being chased by a pair of scissors)...I think my favorite part on this one is the random sombrero: like the doctor would come in, consult his clipboard, and say, "Ok, Mr. Smith, I am going to need you to remove all your clothes... but feel free to keep that bitchin' sombrero on."
And on a personal note, my hubby John would like to remind all of you fellas out there that the ol' snip-snip is only the cheapest form of birth control if you do it without general anesthesia, which, according to him, "would totally have been worth the extra two grand".
[eye roll] Men. A little scrotum-puncturing and tube-cauterizing and they turn into such babies.
I think one of us should go to SCL and post an APB for a missing smart-aleck youth pastor who may or may not be rotting in a southern jail for taking an eye out of the mayor's daughter with a homemade t-shirt cannon. Who's with me????
Well, dog crap! I was loading a 4' x 8' sheet of foamboard into my jeep and it's so stinkin' windy outside that I now have several 2' x 3' sheets of foamboard! Now I can't make a giant roller coaster for the 2nd grade musical set. I guess I'm here for awhile.
I'm totally with you, Marni. FREEEEEEE-DOOOOM!
4' X 8' foamboard + wind = DUH. What did you think would happen. That you would FLY????
now now....Sometimes bad things happen when we are in a hurry...right Sherri?
Wow, I don't think I have any comments that would make it on that distinguished list. My own posts have not been consistently snarky enough to elicit this type of awesome commenting (although the deep and thoughtful stuff is great, too).
I will be on the lookout for them in other blogs, though :).
Helen posted a doozy on my facebook Friday. My status was making fun of this moron at the coffee shop who was planning an upcoming weekend at the NASCAR races. He was outfitting his RV with steaks and Crown Royal in order to make it a "real babe lair". Helen said this:
"As fond of steaks and liquor as I am, my husband frowns on my going door to door to get them."
What a hoot!! :)
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