
I'm internetty enough to have a Friendster account, but not because it's a "plausible deniability" way to find love on the side, as Gawker is always insinuating. No, honey; my peeps just needed some testimonials, that's all. Somehow, I'm not internetty enough to find Achewood all that funny, though. I don't know. How can Jim Treacher be wrong about anything (except how to make any money)? Still, Ray's advice column is hilarious. I recommend it to anyone, even if you don't drink heavily. The advice is actually pretty good. Check it out:
Surely B.F. shouldn't be double-bagging the "franking priviledge;" [sic] the condoms will rub against each other, increasing the likelihood of catastrophic breakage and "waking up with 'AIDS.'" B.F. wants one of those "extra-strong" condoms made for "anal sex" if he's particularly concerned.
You probably already know that, and I know you've got the disclaimer and all, but the multibagging thing is a dangerous meme to propagate. Everything else is fine.
Dear Reader,
Thank you for bringing up this point. I would like to reiterate that anyone who does anything based on what I, a cartoon cat, says, holds me in total eternal indemnity, because I was joking, and also I am fake.
He's more honest than Dear Abby, you've got to give him that. Plus there are good cocktail recipes.
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