No Style No. 35: Fuggedaboutit.
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Stop looking at me like that. No, seriously - this is so, so not my fault. Even I’m not this tasteless and crass. No, in order to find that, you need to turn to the higher levels of government. Only they are refined enough to produce this level of crassness.
Well, them or their kids.
Think I’m joking? Think again. The son of Gov. Kathleen Sebelius of Kansas actually designed this game for a class project at the Rhode Island School of Design.
The scary part?
My version is tamer.
His version has bags of cocaine, guns, a guy in a wheelchair…gods. ~facepalms~ Just read the bloody article. You’ll get the idea. If you want to see even more of the glaring, hilariously awful, I-know-I-should-be-offended-but-I’m-laughing-too-incredulously wrongness, check out the site for the product.
And while you’re clicking links, check out this radio podcast of a talk show host’s call with Shirley Phelps-Roper. That’s right, Fred Phelps’ nutty daughter. The best part is when they call her out on her illegitimate son (after she’s been hurling insults and accusations at everyone else) and all she can say is “So? What about it?” I’ve never heard that much deep-fried crazy in that little time before; that woman is riding around with a bucket of Colonel’s Extra Crispy perched on her shoulders. I don’t think she was even responding to what they were saying; I’d wonder if she was even speaking English, but those were English words coming out of her mouth. Not in any comprehensible or sensible order, but…still English words.
It’s kind of like a three-year-old who makes up their own sentences from the words they know. “Daka bear baba-booie truck” means “I want ice cream.” Phelps-Roper isn’t quite so easy to translate.
Oh, by the way, the Akismet problem is fixed. I’m not going to say what the problem was, at the risk of sounding like I’m b*tching about my employer (because I am), but apparently whatever rectal-cranial inversion problem there was has been fixed. Yay. ~mutters~ “Patching”, my tarty little brown ass. Anyway, your comments should be showing up automatically now without me having to fish them out.
I’m out. See you tomorrow.
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January 28th, 2008 at 3:44 am
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January 28th, 2008 at 3:47 am
Owwww…coughing fit induced by laughing too hard. You owe me a box of Halls, man.
January 28th, 2008 at 3:50 am
That game is going to give me nightmares. Not yours…the original. And is that him passed out in a pool on the Contact Us page? And no, someone needs to tell him those shirts he’s selling are really ugly.
As for Shirley McCrazypants…she needs to really take a close look at her own house before she comments on the houses of others. She claims that accepting Christ is a free pass to get into heaven, but…why then doesn’t it count for gay people? Guess she didn’t get the whole “God loves everyone” chapter of the bible…which means her copy must be like 14 pages long.
January 28th, 2008 at 4:13 am
Anji: I’ve got a whole bag of ginger ale cough drops I’m not touching. You want ‘em?
Hikaru: Since you’re baiting me into repeating the lecture I gave you on the phone - Shirly McCrackhead is probably fixating on “evil by nature” vs. “evil by acts”. If you’re evil by your acts, then you can be forgiven at the end of the day because you aren’t by nature inherently evil. You just had a lapse and did a bad thing, like her and screwing around to have a child out of wedlock. ~coughshypocritecoughs~ If you’re evil by nature, there’s no redemption for you. By her definition homosexuals are evil by nature, because even if we don’t have gay sex, we’re still gay. Every day, day in, day out. I breathe, eat, and sleep gay. It’s saturated into every fiber of my being. Same with you. We’re evil right down to our mitochondria, and we can’t be forgiven or saved.
Eh. Oh well. The party’s in Hell anyway.
January 28th, 2008 at 4:25 am
Why yes, yes I would like those. They sound delicious. I’ve given up on ever having anything remotely helpful in the way of medicine at my house - despite the fact that my father is a pharmacist, he doesn’t believe in keeping frivolous stuff like Tylenol or cough drops on hand. Good thing I have codeine cough syrup leftover from my last sinus infection, because I’m gonna take that and pass out and hope it goes away by this afternoon.
And you so stole that podcast link from me. I know it. XD
January 28th, 2008 at 4:31 am
Why yes, yes I did forget to credit you. Thanks for reminding me.
January 28th, 2008 at 4:40 am
No credit needed. I’m just amused that you actually listened to the whole thing. I still can’t believe I made it through to the end. The entire podcast is so ridiculous. The pissed-off drag queen is my favorite.
January 28th, 2008 at 6:26 am
I’d comment - but I’m giggling too hard. This is what I get for reading this at 2:30am. hahhahahahahaahahaha.
Also - the crazy lady - heard the podcast, shook my head and SIGHED deeply. DEEPLY. because I have known many a CrazyChristian in my day. They make me…. tired. Just.. tired. Idiots.
So back to the game - which blows the HELL outa the game we made for a similar project for comedic purposes. Of course, mine was something along the Diva line, which meant way more pink and sequins then I ever want to see again. My daughters are STILL mad that it’s not an actual game. Ha!
January 28th, 2008 at 10:15 am
Oh, good. So I can just say I’m straight and then occasionally lapse and have wild, hot monkey sex with another guy and just say, “Oops…my bad” and I’m okay with McCrazypants? Then there’s, “Oops…just looked at that guy’s butt,” and, “Oops…just accidentally tripped and gave that guy a hand-job,” and my favorite, “Oops…there’s a penis in my butt, and I don’t know how it got there.”
January 28th, 2008 at 10:58 am
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…I swear to gods, Hikaru, one of these days…~shakes his head~
Lessa: You know you have to provide photos now, right? What’s this Diva game, now?
January 28th, 2008 at 2:38 pm
I want to party in hell. And it’s Jesus that loves everyone. If only he could convince his dad to stop hating gays, then you’d be set.
January 28th, 2008 at 3:40 pm
Oops…I just gave away that I’m not actually doing coursework by bursting out laughing.
Ah well.
My mitochodria aren’t evil…they do useful stuff for me (although it’s ages since I took biology so I can’t remember exactly what it is they do for me. They live in cells, right? And they have these curly edges for more surface area? woah, I remember freaky shit from biology lessons).
January 28th, 2008 at 8:36 pm
Isn’t Phelps one of those who claims that homosexuality is not genetic, and therefore gay people are going against God because God didn’t make them gay? Or is that another faction of anti-gay ultra Christians that she would call sinners just because they don’t completely agree with her?
I would be laughing except her voice sounds a lot like my boyfriend’s mom… And her manner of speaking… And some of her opinions… Blegh.
January 28th, 2008 at 9:47 pm
Hm… Why drugs when you can have more fun listening to the Phelps? Or reading Adrien’s posts whithout skipping Hikaru’s comments…
January 28th, 2008 at 10:22 pm
Aww, Adri, you made me lose The Game. And I was I doing so well, too.
And speaking of games…*twitch* I just…I have no words. -.o;
….Yyyeah. I got through about a minute of that podcast before I had to shut it off. I’m sure she says nothing I haven’t heard before, and I’m just in no mood to hear it right now. Maybe later, when I can laugh. I mean, I really try to be an understanding person, but some people just completely baffle me.
(On a lighter note - Hikaru, I think that comment may just warrant a new away message quote. XD)
January 28th, 2008 at 10:43 pm
Hooray, I’m quote worthy!
January 30th, 2008 at 11:24 am
*LOL* I’ll have to dig up the old files and see if I still have it somewhere on this computer. I remember there were pretty beaded necklaces involved, and a VERY PINK GAMEBOARD, and… yeah. I must now dig through old files and see if I still have it anywhere nearby enough to post for you. *L*
February 1st, 2008 at 12:26 am
Okay….Shirley Phelps-Roper? One word: wow.
I’m going to go submerse myself in cute fluff films and smut books and try to remove that woman’s voice from my head before I start having violent dreams of me causing lots (I stress said word) of harm to her.
And agreed on those shirts Hikaru mentioned in a previous post. It’s paint on white shirts. My monkey does that blind-folded…
February 5th, 2008 at 2:59 pm
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