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Didn't the original Let's take a closer look at those breasts pass 500 comments? I'm too lazy to go look, but I think I remember that.
Peoples always wants to talk about teh boobies. It's even more of a vortex that teh Althouse.*grins*
At level 400 the space-time continuum around the server will begin to warp eventually creating an alternate reality populated entirely with sentient breasts.Once again, an alternate universe bounces into existence!
The "redirection" label is so useful! They are all the really whiny, poor-me posts. Thanks for labeling!!
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I'd rather talk about asses. I'm really tired of breast blogging by everybody.several were showing in the comments.
I don't like talking about breasts, but I do like talking about talking about breasts.
The sequel to 300?
Funny, I mainly just like looking at them (breasts).(I blame society)I also like touching them (still talking about breasts).(I blame biology)And, if I go to much farther down that road, I'd probably commit some sort of offense in Tim O'Reilly's new offense free blogosphere, so I better stop right here.As far as 300 sequels, I think The 600 would make a lot of sense.
redirect |ˌˈridəˌrɛkt||ˌˈriˈdaɪˌrɛkt| verb [ trans. ] direct (something) to a new or different place or purpose : get the post office to redirect your mail | blog visitors were redirected to a post that refuses to die.DERIVATIVES redirection |ˌˈridəˌrɛkʃən| |ˈriˈdaɪˌrɛkʃən| noun
So, like, uh--What's Dr. Helen doing tonight?heheheheLove, Maxine
This is what Althouse needs to do, immediately: http://www.latimes.com/news/nationworld/nation/la-na-ebay12apr12,0,7274801.story?coll=la-home-headlines
So does that last comment by Maxine support or undermine my assumption that Maxine is Lisa Perry's pen name?
and we have a winner!! Comment 402, with a time stamp of 10:59. WTF???
Figures. Put up deep, well thought out posts on major issues facing the world or society, or about legal issues, or about philosophy, and get maybe 20 comments (if you are lucky).Put up a post on boobs and....
I found an old uncharitable comment of mine, never posted. I've alteed it slightly to fit the circumstances: Does anyone else wonder if Althouse is actually employing the flypaper strategy in these threads?Do you really have to wonder?These boob posts are flypaper in a barn.And what have barn flies been eating and are full of before they stick to the flypaper?
Wouldn't the sequel to 300 be 0???
mammeries, all alone in the moonlight,I can smile at the old days, they were less saggy then,I remember a time I knew what happiness was,let the mammeries live again.....
You're having a Francois Truffaut moment - Les Quatre Cents Seins.
A comment section about a comments section? Does the self-referential part of you talk about you a lot?The 400:"Madness? This is Althouse!"
Ron: She should do a vlog reading the comments.
St. Marks Square, early morning. A cowled figure tosses a crust into the crown of squabbling pigeons. Chaos ensues. Quiet laughter. A moment later, and the figure has disappeared. Pigeon crap litters the paving stones. Oblivious, the pigeons seek another frantic moment.
P. Rich: coo. coo. coo. /crap/
No, ruth anne, it would be doves that make those nice cooing sounds. Pigeons gurgle, and act all aflutter, and crap a lot, and they have been aptly described as flying rats. But do you suppose they occasionally suffer moments of dim perception - even ones with, and we are stretching the bounds of imagination here, a slight tinge of introspection? And could that tidbit casually tossed into their midst have been the intellectual equivalent of a scrap of 3-day-old baguette? The coweled figure has her motivations, which the pigeons do not need to know, and enjoys her power moments in the plaza.
P. Rich: Having had a coop of racing pigeons in my backyard for a while, I distinctly heard "coo"s, but I'm pretty certain they never had moments of dim perception or introspection.Isn't it just all bread and circuses? And pigeon crap. Or monkey poo. [Choose your feces.]
Mr. Drill Sgt, perhaps you should read some Achewood cartoons that reveal certain perks available to those attaining the more highly evolved viewpoint. (The ability to purchase french fries at Taco Bell is just the tip of the iceberg, as they say.)
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