Saturday, March 25, 2006

37 days.

Goddammit this feels like forever...

45 Comments:

Blogger Silk said...

37 days?

11:59 AM  
Blogger John said...

36 days now darryl, I still think when we get to our new place we should have a pool party.

8:25 AM  
Blogger rebelbarbie said...

at least you have an end point in sight!

11:17 AM  
Blogger Antipathy said...

If by pool party he means flooding your house with a liberal coating of sloots, I'm in.

1:32 PM  
Blogger John said...

Wow... you know me all too well..

5:04 PM  
Blogger Antipathy said...

It comes with the superpowers.

2:43 PM  
Blogger rebelbarbie said...

cripes. post something new.

12:18 AM  
Blogger FlashyG said...

I agree. Post something new. I grow tired of the increasing number of comments on your posts. Especially, when I have none.

12:27 AM  
Blogger Darryl said...

I shall not post again until I have fully feasted on your misery!! More comments!!

12:46 AM  
Blogger rebelbarbie said...

michael! i commented, you bastard!

10:51 AM  
Blogger Antipathy said...

I HAVE DECIDED THAT I AM NOW THE KING OF EVERYTHING AND THAT WORSHIP SHALL BE HAD.


And pie.

8:35 PM  
Blogger Declan McManus said...

slutswhoresbitches

12:50 PM  
Blogger Antipathy said...

I DEMAND PIE

8:47 PM  
Blogger rebelbarbie said...

i'm going to beat you like a red headed stepchild with a wire hanger.

8:36 PM  
Blogger John said...

Wow....I think you just became cooler in my eyes afte saying that.

8:49 AM  
Blogger Declan McManus said...

i'm sorry, but that was my line, i was sitting right beside her and told her to type it.

so worship ME

2:16 PM  
Blogger John said...

damn, this whole worshipping thing is getting confusing, worhip me and bring pie, worship me or I beat you with a coat hanger, worship me bacause I told the other person to tell you to worship me.

Glad Im paigan

9:40 PM  
Blogger John said...

pagan paigan piggin.
Man I cant figure out how to spell the english word to descibe aboriginal beliefs.

9:43 PM  
Blogger Darryl said...

Fuck this blogging shit, you guys are too entertaining for me to try to take the spotlight.

By the way, the line is "beat you like a sunday morning hard-on", or "beat you like a red-headed stepchild named Eugene", but I'll settle for coathanger, JUST THIS ONCE!

11:12 PM  
Blogger rebelbarbie said...

you need to learn to read. i did say redheaded stepchild and i said wire hanger, not coat hanger.

cripes, and you're a couple of university students! for shame!

9:01 AM  
Blogger Declan McManus said...

dude, look, the saying as I knows it comes from a movie with robert duvall, and he says, "boy, I'm gonna beat you like a red headed stepchild." and for years I have been telling men in bars who will not leave me alone that i will go home with them IMMEDIATELY, so long as after the sex I can beat them bloody with a wire coat hanger. MY WORDS "WIRE COAT HANGER"

12:06 PM  
Blogger John said...

As horrible as that sounds, I could still picture some horny sap still trying to go for it....

1:01 PM  
Blogger rebelbarbie said...

everyone needs to stop eating their own faeces.

screw you guys, i'm going to florida.

11:08 PM  
Blogger Silk said...

I'm so disappointed! Its been at least 12 hours since I last checked and no one has commented! Darryl, you might actually have to blog again. :p

12:46 PM  
Blogger Darryl said...

fuck that, you commented. This comments page is infinitely more interesting than the main page usually anyway. I just want to see if this ever peters out, or if we manage to get like 56 comments on a one line post ;P

2:37 PM  
Blogger Jamie Henderson said...

oh, I imagine it's possible to get 50-some... if people continue this randomness

6:25 AM  
Blogger Declan McManus said...

Oh no you di'int ask fo' randomness -- oh, I think you just did!!
One time, in the spring of '56, I was walking towards the white light, when I smelled toothpaste I stopped and looked around me. To my utter shock and dismay I noticed that my travelling circus of billy goats had somehow gotten lost in the interim between when we had left Detroit and when we had arrived at the Lackluster Ruby City of Evangelical Magical Flatulent Cats. My mission, I then realized like an atomic wedgie, was then to become looking for the Mystical Singing Billy Goats and eating as many blue bananas as possible. But could it be done? Could I DO IT?? The Flatulent Cats were thwarting me at every turn, but I could hear the siren's call of the most talented of the operatic goats, Stephanie.
Find her I would, because I had to. She had become my bride only one day previous, and I would stop at nothing to consummate our marriage properly...

10:09 AM  
Blogger Amanda said...

Pickles

10:02 PM  
Blogger rebelbarbie said...

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10:20 AM  
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10:20 AM  
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10:20 AM  
Blogger rebelbarbie said...

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10:20 AM  
Blogger rebelbarbie said...

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10:20 AM  
Blogger rebelbarbie said...

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10:20 AM  
Blogger Declan McManus said...

wow. that was uncalled for, bitchie bitcherson

10:45 AM  
Blogger rebelbarbie said...

what? it was the most affectionate of fuck you's. i'm having too much sex to be bitchy.

3:02 PM  
Blogger Declan McManus said...

oh, alrighty then
it's pay day and I am going to buy BROKEBACK MOUNTAIN!!!

So excited!!

9:17 AM  
Blogger Darryl said...

ok that comment had nothing to do with my blog. Put yours back up already.

10:31 AM  
Blogger Declan McManus said...

no.

11:13 AM  
Blogger Silk said...

23 days til I move!

2:38 PM  
Blogger FlashyG said...

seriously, Darryl, this is getting ridiculous, how about some of you comment in my blog for a change?

3:46 PM  

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