HQ DOIN'S
First the Filthy Lie Round-Up is available for your viewing pleasure. Bewared of SilverBlue's frightening discovery.
And Graumagus of Frizzen Sparks is rolling along in fine form:
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I was taking my eldest childerbeast to see the jolly red fat man
(Santa, not Ted Kennedy during $.25 draft PBR night) when my boy
suddenly stopped with a wide eyed stare.
"Daddy... I feel.. cold... death... evil..."
"Well we ARE at the mall during christmas season son... wait I
smell... SHIT! go to mom NOW! She's right over there at the
aqua-massage machine. Off ya go..." After I made sure my son made it to
safety, I turned slowly around, the stench of old puppy ichor
overpowering the smell of cinnibon and starbucks.
Then I started laughing so hard I almost pissed myself. There was
Glenn, dressed like a giant candycane with a posterboard sign saying
"Photos with Santa! Noon to Five!" He attempted to glare at me, then
gave out a resigned sigh. This was not the evil internet overlord I
knew and despised.
"Yes. Mock me. I have it coming I guess... (sigh)", he said, "If I
didn't need the money I'd rip your spine out, but since I'm destitute I
cannot."
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Even the Bartender has a frightening image to scar your eyeballs (although I'm still not sure how Glenn makes money doing that)
Now there's a new assignment, based on the suspicion that it was an
Instapundit reader comment which 1) caused comments to be turned off
and 2) triggered Glenn's slide into a life of evil:
What was that final comment that made Evil Glenn snap?
Time to probe the Google cache to discover the filthy lie truth.
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