« previous | TPM CAFÉ READER POSTS HOME | next »
TPM Blogger Has Nothing to Say Today
" "
Advertisement

« previous | TPM CAFÉ READER POSTS HOME | next »
" "
The Coffee House
TPMCafe's regulars
House Brew
From Your Cafe Editor
Special Guests
Big names and big brains
Special Features
Pressing topics and trends
Table for One
An expert's week-long talk.
All Reader Posts
TPM readers discuss.

Editor-in-Chief
Josh Marshall


Comments (22)
Top notch, Cap'n.
You may have saved my life.
August 2, 2008 5:38 PM | Reply | Permalink
Thanks for setting forth the keys to success and the meaning of life.
August 2, 2008 5:57 PM | Reply | Permalink
Zalus, you dim-witted bouffant! Can't you read??? Clearly not. Shaving appears beyond your grasp. The Cap'n had nothing to say (note what he's saying here BETWEEN the lines)... because he is OBVIOUSLY in the midst of a delicate situation. Del-i-cate is a big word though, so let me break it down for you. As in Touch & Go. Life & Death. A Damned Near Thing. Yams & Plum sauce. Have you no EYES, man?? Have you no HEART? Oh. My. Godfrey.
But nooooooo, with MISTER SELFISH here, it's always "success" blah blah blah... "meaning of life" yakketedy yak.... and the never-fucking-ending INSULTS. I swear, if the Epsilon B's of this world ever elect a President, you'd be my choice for VP.
It's just so... BLOODY... typical. Of you and your ilk. That's right, I said "ilk." Coulda said milk, pilk, sink, stink OR pink. But "ilk" seemed the right one. anyway, where was I? Ahhh yes, NUANCE. YOU HAVE NO FUCKING GRASP OF ILK - STRIKE THAT - NUANCE, YOU FUCKING LUNKA-CHEESE. I swear, if stupid came in aerosol cans, you'd suck it straight from the nozzle.
This outrage will cost you, my friend. cost you your place in civilized discussion. Begone, foul yellow-brown effluent of my drainage tubes.
Take comfort only in that you weren't summarily cauliflowered. Decauliflowered. Whatever.
I could say more.
August 2, 2008 6:32 PM | Reply | Permalink
Then go right ahead! You're on a roll (covered with an oleo substance otherwise known as butter). Or oil.
August 2, 2008 6:47 PM | Reply | Permalink
Brilliant.
Best post ever.
Ditto.
August 2, 2008 6:58 PM | Reply | Permalink
Goatman!
Still bothered by that myotonia?
Don't worry buddy... I'm sure you'll be ok. Though it would be sad to come on all "stricken," just at the moment HRC takes the stage at Denver to claim her victory!
August 3, 2008 12:25 AM | Reply | Permalink
Highly recommended.
August 2, 2008 8:15 PM | Reply | Permalink
Speaking of highly recommended, let's play... ANAGRAM!!!
And here's our 1st contestant - Hussein Tena X! She's clearly entered this competition completely unprepared... and in fact, has - perhaps unwittingly - entered the ring with a name that's just BEGGING to be anagramed!
Ah Sexiest Nun!...
Henna Sex Suit!...
Insane Sex Hut!...
Anuses Next Hi!...
Anus Thine Sex!...
A Nine Sex Tush!...
Exhausts Nine!...
Shat Ennui Sex!...
Why... put like that.... there's almost a story in there. Or at least, a short film! With that, cheerio, hiho Silver, and remember Tena, words to live by..... Ax Unseen Shit!
August 3, 2008 12:18 AM | Reply | Permalink
Yep, it's oil.
Smile.
August 3, 2008 12:49 AM | Reply | Permalink
Barefooted; While Tena's seem somewhat sexually-oriented, for some reason your anagrams appear to be rather more violent:
Fear Booted... Berate Food... Defeat Boor... Aborted Foe
Although "Bra Toed Foe" has cross-over potential.
- A Boor Feted
August 3, 2008 1:02 AM | Reply | Permalink
Ok, given without a fight although interesting ...
Now try my real name. And try if possible to be kind.
August 3, 2008 1:17 AM | Reply | Permalink
Second thought, never mind. Not fair to bring up the idea.
Terribly disappointed that I can't be anagrammed in a sexual way. Never been told that before.
August 3, 2008 1:36 AM | Reply | Permalink
Well... the machine says you've got some range....
- A Calm Milkiness... to... Maniac Mess Kill.
- Callas Mimes Kin... to... Llama Ices Minks.
- Animals Licks Me... to... Anal Licks Mimes.
(Ok, that's starting to get twisted!)
But my faves are - Malice Masks Nil and Mamas Lice Kilns!
August 3, 2008 1:51 AM | Reply | Permalink
That is JUST too funny! Thank you, really, for the effort and the insult. I found the twisted the best, not unusual for me. Which of the above should I choose for a new misnomer?
August 3, 2008 3:15 AM | Reply | Permalink
I think Malice Masks Nil has lots of wonderful stuff in it - multi-layered. But it's your mask. If you wanna play with more, your name threw up 40,000+!!
Anagrams.
August 3, 2008 3:54 AM | Reply | Permalink
OK, I'll need to walk through this: Malice Masks Nil.
Malice Masks Nil.
I'm starting to like it.
Malice Masks Nil.
Yes, perhaps ...
Malice Masks Nil.
OK. Might just own it now.
August 3, 2008 5:09 AM | Reply | Permalink
Alright, Q, let's get you back to that cell, a little too much fresh air today...
August 3, 2008 5:04 PM | Reply | Permalink
I would have been more succinct.
August 2, 2008 11:38 PM | Reply | Permalink
Yeah right, ya *#@$& puke.
August 2, 2008 11:47 PM | Reply | Permalink
The most amazing post, ever!
Now can we all enter Fraggle Rock and touch heads before we fall asleep. That way, we can live this amazing post in our dreams too.
August 3, 2008 12:40 AM | Reply | Permalink
quinn esq, all my life I've awaited your coming and dreaded it like death itself. You are a walking pestilence. Now, go and find your destiny in the Forbidden Zone.
August 3, 2008 9:55 AM | Reply | Permalink
Hey Doc - the Forbidden Zone's not nearly as bad as they told me it would be. Apparently, there's been some substantial work undertaken. They've got all the essentials - the collected works of Alan Moore, verandahs with netting, big screen tv's, duck & plum sauce. Really, you should come see it. I'm at 27 Pit of Ultimate Despair Lane. It's the flaming orange place. Can't miss it. They even got a couple of pretty hot orangutans. So don't be a stranger....
August 3, 2008 11:32 AM | Reply | Permalink
Post a Comment