April 29, 2005
TRUST ME, I USED TO BE GOOD
Welcome Protein Wisdom readers. Unfortunately, you won't find much of recent vintage here to titillate you, however I've had my moments.
I would suggest a brief search for brown tsunamis, Shorty Lamb, Simone Griffeth, and sitting to piss posts. I'm pretty sure that will chase you off for good.
You're still good, but you just won't admit it. Humility is a nice thing to see every so often... It keeps you from falling into complacence.
Posted by: sadie at April 29, 2005 8:44 PMThis is the site I come to everytime I need to remember the good in writing online.
Incidentally,I'm a big booster of the sit piss. ("And deep, too.")
Posted by: Jeff G at April 29, 2005 8:55 PMWhat you mean? All entertainment, all the time here.
If you mean to point toward manifestations of the velocibrilliance, "Something To Sleep On" and "Losing the Boat" are both very recent, and I think they show it off quite well.
Posted by: Key at April 29, 2005 9:16 PMI can't begin to imagine why you haven't appeared on The Citizen Journalist Report.... (hint hint)
Of course, as with Dennis Miller and Monday Night Football, the rest of us would need a friggin' dictionary handy just so we'd know when to laugh.
Posted by: jmflynny at April 29, 2005 10:26 PMBWAHAHAHAHA! Who could forget the sitting to pee thang? It is the first reason I had for falling in complete lust with you.
[Insert spousal disclaimers here.]
Posted by: Margi at April 29, 2005 10:51 PMWTF is Protein Wisdom?
Posted by: rightisright at April 30, 2005 12:27 AMOh, protein wisdom is a WONDEROUS land! -- a place where the rivers run rich with molten peanut butter cups, and the women, tan, barebreasted, with mouths like satan rain, find conservative men who hang out all day commenting on blogs irresistable.
Oh, glorious place! Why must you taunt us with your promise of the perfect world and yet remain so maddeningly ethereal! -- a gossamer veil of ones and zeros, the very fabric of your Xanadu so agonizingly close, always but a mouse click away, and yet, like the lure of soft fluffy clouds to a tired traveler, so difficult to sit down on to enjoy a bag of nacho-cheese dusted snacking chips.
Posted by: Jeff G at April 30, 2005 1:00 PMLips like satin rain. That's what men are really looking for? Damn...all this time, I thought men just wanted lips that could suck the chrome off a bicycle.
(Caveat - Let it be known that this comment is not intended to be pervy, just as a response to Mister Jeff's hyperbolic description.)
Posted by: sadie at April 30, 2005 1:15 PMI prefer satan rain. Just sayin is all.
Posted by: bitterman at April 30, 2005 2:25 PMShit. That should say "Santa" rain.
Posted by: Jeff G at April 30, 2005 3:58 PMSanta Rain: What you call it when Santa dumps his in-flight sleigh toilet.
Hopefully, Santa hasn't deposited any 'figgy pudding', or you get the 'Santa Smoothie'.
If he's at altitude, the Santa Smoothie becomes the 'Santa Shitsicle of Death', so look out below, kiddies!
Posted by: Bane at April 30, 2005 4:12 PMI totally missed the 'Satan' snafu. Suppose that Freud would say I see no evil. Freud is an idiot.
Posted by: sadie at April 30, 2005 7:50 PMHafta say it: PW has the best comment section. It meanders, much like my thoughts, in a direction known only to the lunati. . .commenters.
Loves me some JeffG.
Posted by: Margi at May 1, 2005 5:26 AM