Meant to drop a line about this earlier, except I've been in a fever dream since about Friday night and didn't post until this afternoon, but I have the wheel of the Good Ship Swindle this week, along with some Iowa boy and some Texas boy. So if you see an Alabama-Auburn flame war break out in a thread over here (no kidding, an Oklahoma/Notre Dame fan called me homophobic for creating the image in the previous post), just ignore them and they'll go away about as quick as your post-prom rash.
Hefney, the worst safety in the SEC, was named 1st Team All-SEC by the coaches. Do they even WATCH the games?
Posted by: Alex at December 6, 2007 10:16 AMThey gave you the keys again? Daaammn.
Posted by: MMP at December 6, 2007 10:57 AMA privilege comparable only to posting unicorns all over KSK.
Posted by: Holly at December 6, 2007 02:19 PMa)The Notre Dame fan was probably just angry we didn't use Brady Quinn's photo.
b) SERIOUSLY, HOLLY? We are probably the LEAST homophobic people on this planet. Um, WE LIVED WITH JAY. FOR A YEAR. If this guy knew Jay, not only would he not think we were homophobic, he would probably give us some sort of medal.
From what you've said about his repeated "love my ducky" incantations, I think you both deserve medals for not beating Jay soundly with a cardboard cutout of Maurice Micklethwaite.
Actually, maybe I'm making a mistake in assuming that you didn't.
Posted by: DC Trojan at December 7, 2007 12:44 AMThe story that best exemplifies our relationship with Jay concerns the time he cooked up an entire flounder in our apartment. It wasn't just a fillet; it was the whole fucking fish, replete with eyeballs and scales. He put it in the oven, forgot about it, and took a nap. The ungodly stench that permeated every molecule of our apartment defies description. It was there for no less than six days. It smelled like someone had tried to deep fry an orca in our kitchen. To our credit, we did not evict him or even beat him with chains. We just calmly informed him that we didn't love him anymore and put a plague on his house.
Posted by: j at December 7, 2007 05:34 PMIt was orange roughy. We left the doors and windows open for days, and scoured the kitchen, to no avail. Joan had a nightmare about it, barreled into my room and jumped into bed with me and kicked Orion in the stomach trying to get between us (a suitable metaphor for their entire relationship). Simpler times.
Posted by: Holly at December 7, 2007 05:37 PMWell, he should have known to get out of my way. Had he MET us?
Posted by: j at December 7, 2007 06:34 PMHaving had cooked whale during a trip to Iceland (I left my Greenpeace card at home, honestly), I have to think that whole roasted orca would probably not smell as bad as cremated orange roughy.
But that's besides the point: am I to take it that Holly dated someone actually named Orion, or has this individual's name been changed for his protection?
PS, I previewed the above to see if the tags worked, and the new anti-spam number starts with 666. I knew I shouldn't have eaten that bloody whale.
Posted by: DC Trojan at December 7, 2007 08:57 PMTrue. He shows up every once in a while to grumble.
Posted by: Holly at December 8, 2007 02:27 AMYeah, we don't feel the need to protect him. He took a lint roller and lovingly brushed my face and hair once, and it creeped me out so much that it pretty much killed all desire to shield him from harm. Although, to Holly's credit, she still refers to every guy I date as Boyfriend Redacted, so that they won't find out about my subversive, cruel intelligence until it's far too late.
Posted by: j at December 8, 2007 08:26 AMA lint roller... how odd.
Posted by: DC Trojan at December 8, 2007 11:19 PM