So, Glaven, you banged your flippers randomly on a keyboard for five months and you finally ended up here! Before you go waddling off to get help from the other half-formed fetuses in IT, leaving a trail of slime and degradation in your wake or even if you just stew in your own fetid excresence until your mommy comes running to help you "make the bad man go away," know that you will not be able to disappear and reappear without consequence. You will be mocked; roundly.
You go on riding Morrissey through the sewers of New Jersey, expecting to wind up in a German toilet next to Mickey Rooney (yeah, you're not the only one who's read Pynchon, you anachronistic avatar of acidulous spew. And you're not the only one who can name the three linguistic faux pas of this digression, either). You can take your John Frink catchphrases and your borrowed tropes back with you to whatever hellhole's been hiding you.
We've been preparing for your return. JoyRun, refreshed by not actually doing any running, is ready to match wits. Even Nic, the pretend doctor and now geekspawner is capable of making your comments seem the simple-minded babblings they actually are.
Don't be bringing that trash around these parts; we ain't buying. That said...
Good to have you back, buddy.
Raise the Jolly Roger
1 week ago