Having just puked, alone, here at work, I completely understand. Noone needs to see that. Also, then they'd know for sure that I am still drunk from last night.
You are instantly unlovable for a whole host of reasons, not just your arse and what comes out of it. Don't put yourself down, dear.
if asked i would have come over, in full hazmat gear of course.
Don't listen to ET. You were definitely missed during your day of porcelain god hell. Of course, if I was anywhere near you during your sushi disgorgement convulsions, a sympathy vomit would have been in order. You can hold your own bangs, thank you.
Krucoff likes watching ladies poo, you see.
it's not so much the "watching" part i like as it is the smearing all over my body like war paint.
You know I have just realised that ET and krucoff are an amazing pair. The perfect couple. There are no depths to which either of them will not sink. It's "Say Anthing" all over again. But with excrement.
And without Peter Gabriel.
Good call. That's me with theboombox. But it's playing Motorhead.
Krucoff can't afford me, sadly. He's a janitor.
I'd shag that John Cusack, mind you.
ET, I only janitize in the hospital I work at to be close to "the people." My trust fund crushes ass and noses on the weekends.
Strangely, I ate mussels from Giant Food last night and am fine. Thanks for taking one for the team, dear.
If Krucoff *really* has a trust fund, and it was big enough, and I got a favourable pre-nup, then I might consider marrying him. Might.
There is nothing like watching a cutie puking, the way they languidly hold their head to the side, the thin spittle stretching from pale lips, now that's a formula that, had Guccione followed, Penthouse would still be up and running.
Hag: Giant Food. Maryland. Memories. Almost makes me miss the place.
ET: I'm not getting girls every weekend because of my looks that's for sure. I've got a pile of green and white that would make Tony Montana blush. We can discuss wedding plans at my Shelter Island home.
Ron: "It's the spit on our chins that makes us numb" - Archers of Loaf, "Fabricoh" lyrics
Oh boy! Talk about synchronicity! The Fecal Twins get together to coordinate blog topics, just like the giggle-fest that most likely occurs while getting dressed before going out on the town to drink to excess and molest helpless young boys.
Keep it up!
I would prefer feral to fecal, but hey, whatever.
I'm happy with either.
Oh, such romance! It almost makes me sniffle.
BTW, I thought the saying is that you don't order sushi on Sundays. But should you ever get the nerve to eat sashimi again, hie yourself to Damo Damo, about the only thing I like about midtown Manhattan. Splendiferous and divine is their sushi...
also, where's the coordination?? ET's stuff ALWAYS comes down to poo, no matter where it starts off. and maccers, this stuff is just shit anyway.
Don't mention Maccers and shit in the same sentence please. I'm having bad mental images.
Boy, you are unlucky, maccers, because NYC usually has the best sushi of any place that actually exists!
I have never had a bad dining experience in the very real city of New York!
is it true you two went through SIX of those 13-gallon kitchen bags hauling that load out?
Well it wasn't really dining you see jonnie bonnie jove, it was from a deli. I am a fuckwit.
fuck orf, krucoff. That's just what it takes to cover my enormous arse (huge really).
Sushi from a deli? For crying out loud, I've never been THAT drunk.
It's like french-kissing a homeless guy's bellybutton.
That settles it Maccers, liquid and powder diet for you until spring. And ET, you should eat as much shrimp as possible cause we know how much you love food with little poop chutes.
-The Good Doctor Krucoff
...and i run out of this operating room screaming to get drunk now.
What the fuck has been going on here while my attention was elsewhere?
We have found new friends.
Who are you anyway?
MT is five minutes ago. Like the old brown which used to be the new black.
yeah. He's on the last episode of Sex and the City, I hear.
I never liked him anyway.
Which, when you think about it, is all kinds of ironic.
Manhattan Transfer! What a fantastic name, reminiscent of my favorite city that exists!
Also, a super a capella jazz group! Then again, "super" and "a capella jazz group" are synonymous!
!
I think SAC is even more annoying now he's gone cheerful.
Oh Johnnie Bonnie Jove. I bet you would love me with skid marks on my duds, wouldn't you.
Love may be too strong a word!
But you can be sure that I would ROCK you!
JBJ, you give love a bad name. And MT, terrible shame about all the hating. That's the problem with people liking you. I always aim to be generally mediocre, so as to stay under the radar.
We don't hate him. We just pretend we don't know him any more.
To know hate, you must also know love. Yin yang and all that.
It's sweet when you "pretend" I don't exist, as if I really existed, and wasn't just some blogger bug that cropped up the 400,000th time Maccers and ET linked to each other.
C-.
You really should try harder.
Exactly. I'm just saying. Mediocrity, it's not too bad.
How could anyone hate when there is so much to love about New Yorkers and NYC in general?! Which exists, by the way!
Remember: don't get shot through the heart!
Also, check out my latest album, entitled "Repetition Does Not (Necessarily) Equal Comedy."
Needless to say, it ROCKS!
I think the anonymous double poster lubs me. Don't tell anyone. He's sure to start hating me soon.
i think he lubs her.
How the hell did Maccers surpass ET's comments count today (even excluding the lubly Swamp City)? Has ET become passe?
Saying ET is passe is passe!
NYC ROCKS!
See, this is why I avoid sushi at the best of times. Unfortunately the last two times I ate mussels something similar happened, so you can't win.
Digestive hell certainly not someting to be witnessed. Except by the anonymous double poster, evidently.
Shouldn't he/she/it change his/her/its name to Eponymous Double Poster? I mean, even Dr. Evil came out of the closet.
Krucoff is it? Well, let me say this. There isn't a porn star alive who would love to rim your job.
my rim is a cesspool of bacteria and dead celebrities. no one should have that job besides me.
Interesting that a post about diarrhea inspired a comments section filled with logorrhea.
Interesting is when you think you're going to fart and you end up crapping yourself. These comments are not interesting.
I'm so passe, I'm nearly back in again.
Bots don't fart.
my head hurts from all this.
in eum urinam fecerunt et in terram obruerunt
PEOPLE WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON HERE! DO YOU KNOW HOW MANY ROLLS OF SOFTIQUE TOILET PAPER YOU COULD HAVE ALREADY DONATED TO THE CHILDREN!
we shit bricks. sorry.
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