Wednesday, November 14, 2007

Lay off the Booty...

There have been allegations that Booty is not holding his weight in the staff. In particular, Uebermilf has suggested that we "give Booty the boot." And of all people, I expected Uebermilf to really enjoy the Booty.

Booty is our silent partner and our inspiration. He has been making the rest of the staff laugh for years, and often, it's intentional. So don't make fun of Booty. Enjoy the Booty! Love the Booty! Worship the Booty!


The Slappy strike has been resolved. It's funny how useful midget and clown porn can be.

Our recent surveys have been quite insightful about how you, the readers, think. For example, I would have never have guessed that the readers' favorite rhyming penis freedom phrase would have been the classic, "Rock out with your cock out"? It just goes to show that our readers are a little more traditional than you might think.

And if you haven't seen the new 1919 production, don't forget to watch it.


Übermilf said...

What a load of crap.

Booty is rightfully ashamed to show his face on this blog because he knows he's a total slacker.

The one who really keeps this blog alive is Slappy. And no one gives him the adulation he so richly deserves.

Slappy is Slap-tastic. Booty is Boo-orrible.

Carl Spackler said...

i think ubie should be banned from this blog.

her negativity is bringing the mood down. we need to harness the good and block out the bad which in this case is ubie.

boo ubie

Booty J Patrol said...

Ubie, why do you hate me so? What have I done to wrong you? Please tell me, so I can make it right. I may hide behind a mask, but I am still a man (ok boy) with feelings. Please tell me what I can do to make you love me again.

slappy said...

I think Ubie's just been hitting the sauce a little.

She thought I was a hat last week.

Carl: You said boobie. Huh huh.

miss kendra said...

i love you all equally. except for one of you, whom i love more.


Übermilf said...

If I get to pelt Carl with cupcakes until he is covered with frosting, then a pack of starved raccoons comes by and chews off all his clothes, leaving him naked and vulnerable by the side of the road until a gaggle of high school girls walks by, who then point and laugh at his exposed manhood, then all will be right with the world.

Oh, and if Booty writes one post -- just one -- I will take back everything I said. It doesn't even have to be good, or the slightest bit insightful.