Thers continues to press his pitiful case, heedless of the vital body of critical scholarship which demonstrates that he is a stupid buttface. Here we see, exposed, the limits of such pre-poststructuralist (and pre-9/11) historiographical modality. And now the Max Sawicky Blogosphere Revival Dancers will party me home.
Why not practice these moves at home?
And let’s hear it for the band!
May 10, 2008 at 2:53 pm
OMG! I was spending another quiet Saturday afternoon transcribing my extensive collection of Gert Jonnys vinyl to mp3 (yeah, I know, should be flac, long story) and an idle moment led me here and…no idea how to describe this, except, “YouTube, my weekend belongs to YOU!!”
Man, this music collection is gonna get me some CHICKS!!!
May 10, 2008 at 10:14 pm
WTF is this shit?!
I came here for dinosaurs and insightful football commentary.
May 10, 2008 at 10:31 pm
Like I’ve always said, disco, it’s all in the knees.
May 10, 2008 at 10:35 pm
What’s french for, “We had to borrow our bass player Yves-Pierre from by brothers deth-rock band, Mort Le Formage.”
I want to write Je t’aime me amour a letter.
May 10, 2008 at 10:39 pm
Wait. What’s French for “I’m going to be teaching your girl friend English.”
May 10, 2008 at 11:52 pm
May 11, 2008 at 4:30 pm
My lawyer will be in touch.
May 11, 2008 at 5:56 pm
Whoa! I’ve always wanted to learn disco dancing from the Swedish Chef (so that’s what he looks like in the non-Muppet flesh)!