Lame, Rott. We see early, from afar, scrying the shape of things to come. Then you scoff, huff, puff, and try to blow whatever you think will bring the Huffpo House down in applause. Then what we scry happens, and you suddenly get a bout of the Pepes and invent alternative histories out of the sort of self-serving gilded wholecloth that would make Versailles proud.
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Where is the Versailles label? Oh, duhhh...
Too literal, Mr Simpliste.
You just missed it, face it.
I had a bottle of Perrier Jouet last night. Very good. I could use another one tonight. What says you?
Damn, we really should have copyrighted this use of "Versailles". We create, and create, and nary a mote of thanks.
Yup. You and Tecs see what others do, and only like a year after they do.
Lame, Rott. We see early, from afar, scrying the shape of things to come. Then you scoff, huff, puff, and try to blow whatever you think will bring the Huffpo House down in applause. Then what we scry happens, and you suddenly get a bout of the Pepes and invent alternative histories out of the sort of self-serving gilded wholecloth that would make Versailles proud.
tsk tsk, Wienerbunderen.
All that wienerschnitzel is dulling Rot's senses, methinks. He needs a vegan cure. Ask missus Kuchinich how to do it.
What's "scry?"
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