Often delicious, meat can start to suck when you eat a whole lot of it and almost nothing else for like three days straight. Ow, my colon! Somebody please just give me a bowl of spinach, thank you.
RATING: 23% (for now, probably like 86% usually)
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Baby carrots often do the job for me. Just a thought.
At least you can get a fork up to your mouth without dislocating your shoulder, right?
how can you afford meat
aslo, im real glad to hear yall are back to revewing after your weekend heroin orgy or w/e
also i cant beleive that i. jon has such a canatien accent that was nutz wen he called me and he sounded like lumberjacks or beaver trapers or w/e instead of not having an accent like americans (and he want to be a english teacher loollllll
@John: hahaha. (Sorry Andrew.)
Spinach is not allowed in the ass cabin, Glenn.
haha...ass cabin...
guys do we really have to joke about the ass cabin? it's just a tad disrespectful. i mean not to be a killjoy or anything.
get a sense of humor, you tight-assed bitch.
For the record, I think buying pieces of real estate in remote locations for the sole purposes of cheating on your spouse(s? Mormon inclusive) is completely, utterly pitiful. And as soon as I sign a down payment, any of you are free to use mine. Just give me one week's notice and some blow.
No, I am totally with glenn's gf on this one. Now if you'll excuse me, I need to get back to sewing pants in the basement of San Quentin and doing, ahem, favors for the Aryan Brotherhood
Do you think that's the first or last time Glenn has uttered the words "Ow, my colon" this year?
BTW, here's the "cornucopia of awesomeness" that is the Cape Breton accent.
I love the dude's braces
Also, I love the old woman: "...the bacon is crispy, the turkey is beautiful; I couldn't make one this good!"
Viking Andrew, A few posts back. Is that what we're talking about?
The guy who loves the option of a whole wheat roll looks like a younger version of the coal miner who used to beat my aunt.
I was talking about the McDonald's commercial I.J. posted.
I am insane now.
Did you do that, or did some other enterprising fan of trailer-trash brogue?
someone else (do you not remember my grade 7 HTML skills?), and thank god for them.
Holy shit John, you come from Cape Breton?
I always assumed you were a fucken newfie.
I have less respect for you now asshole.
When did I say I'm from Cape Breton?
Busted motherfucker.
It's me. I'm McTavish.
Just kidding. I still think it's John.
I've spent almost all of lunch tracking the IP.
I'm fairly certain based on the last comment he/she is not from Alberta.
Can we stop harassing our readers? And changing each others' posts?
Who changed your post?
Yeah, who changed it?
And I agree we should stop harassing readers, but (1) McTavish is not a reader, and (2) is harassing Internet John.
So in that case all bets are off. But I really don't want to know the true identity of McTavish. I just want to be his friend.
When tracking, keep in mind that Statcounter thinks the blog is in Eastern time. I'm trying to fix that now.
I changed Glenn's tag line to "beat Glenn's meat", but just to be funny. I was going to change it back but he beat (!) me to it.
Some people have no sense of humour.
I wouldn't fuck with Glenn today, John. He is in a terrible mood.
Why?
I think he feels bad because he doesn't have a job. So we should be nice to him (TOM).
Cheer up, Glenn. My wife said you were "cute."
You could always pimp yourself out to lonely white housewives. Does that count as an open relationship?
I also don't think you need to worry about McTavish. We're all friends here, even if some of us call others of us dirty, sheep fucking micks and try our damndest to uncover their real identities.
P.S. My wife isn't a housewife. I'm just saying there's some demographic overlap.
i dont know who tom is but dont blame me for anything i offered to let the dude live with me (in my bathroomm
(offer still standd but you have to perform a ceremony that names me emperer of rthree
I appreciate that McTavish is the only one we can't identify.
Pure genius.
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