And Today I Learned The President and I Have Much in Common
Published by McBoing August 22nd, 2006 in Dudes, My Brain Hurts, WingnutsHe loves to cuss, gets a jolly when a mountain biker wipes out trying to keep up with him, and now we’re learning that the first frat boy loves flatulence jokes… But he’s still a funny, earthy guy who, for example, can’t get enough of fart jokes. He’s also known to cut a few for laughs, especially when greeting new young aides, but forget about getting people to gas about that.
Okay, so I don’t hate everything about him.
Why the image of the Chimperor farting doesn’t endear me to him, I have no idea.
Everyone poots.
Uh, and it doesn’t endear him to me, either.
But he does love to cuss, which would win him a few points if he were any other man on earth.
It might be funny, I’m not sure, but I have a post up about this. The pic is hoot.
Farts that smell like money and seared human flesh aren’t as funny as normal farts.
But are you scared that Mommy will beat your weenie with a switch if you drop the F bomb in front of her?
You’d never know it from the way I usually write, but I tend to speak using “fuck” as several parts of speech and occasionally punctuation. I do that because I literally grew up on a construction site, swinging a hammer from the time I was in middle school. The President is Andover/Yale/Harvard Business, and he got into every one on his daddy’s name. He has no right to coopt what is legitimately a working class demarcation. I may be a lawyer wearing a suit every day now, but I fuckin’ earned it, along with all the nickel-and-dime scars on my hands, the residual drywall dust in my lungs and the occasional nightmare where I wake up in a cold sweat hearing the sound of a sawblade bind and kick back. Fuckin’ frat-boy cheerleader Commander in Thief can eat the peanuts out of my shit. Some of us had to work to get where we are.
Doug, I’m not sure where the hell that came from. And it is, of course, hot. However, it’s not safe to hit an erect penis with a switch. It can cause a rupture of the corpus cavernosa. Balls, OTOH …
(This has been your BDSM public service announcement.)
Doug, I’m not sure where the hell that came from.
Neither am I. But I can’t honestly say that I would entirely object to a repeated occurrence.
I can’t honestly say that I would entirely object to a repeated occurrence.
Is that your was of asking FDL to post the whole story?
Oh, I was just making an educated guess as to how Barbara Bush doles out discipline to children.
In that case, I think that’s all I want to hear of that story.
FDL, you totally killed the buzz.
He farts in front of his employees, who probably feel compelled to laugh about it regardless of whether they think it’s funny.
This comes from the same place as the Angela Merkel grope. He can do whatever the fuck he wants, he’s the boss.
Yeah, but groping is a bad thing.
They loved that fart. They know they wanted it.
Fuckin’ frat-boy cheerleader Commander in Thief can eat the peanuts out of my shit.
I’m pretty sure part of that sentence came from a Butt Trumpet song, which is wildly, wildly appropriate.
“eat the peanuts out of my shit,” like all my good phrases, is stolen. It was a Matthew Modine line in FMJ. The sentiments, OTOH, are those of a sixteen year old nailing down boards on a deck when it’s too cold out to pour concrete; the kid I was and in some ways will always be.