Quick.
Name something lamer than bragging that you almost got a hand job at computer camp last summer.
Okay. Try this.
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| By: TBogg Wednesday June 2, 2010 11:11 pm | |
Quick.
Name something lamer than bragging that you almost got a hand job at computer camp last summer.
Okay. Try this.
Not gonna watch. Did they mention that he was an insufferable asshole? Or merely that he takes up space, and uses air, that could be put to better use?
I think Jim is the kind of person who, when he attends a football game, thinks the guys in the huddle are talking about him.
Starbursts.
Mentions of computer camp love require music from Datarock (3:22).
She’s not a tramp, her name is Judy!
Hey and now you’ve mentioned him on TBogg, which makes him even more ridiculous!
Wait, er, I meant that in a nice way….
What in the hell is the Daily Caller?
“Name something lamer than bragging that you almost got a hand job at computer camp last summer.”
Actually getting a hand job at computer camp??
“Name something lamer than bragging that you almost got a hand job at computer camp last summer.”
…from Chunky Reese Witherspoon? …from K-Lo (ewww)?
Overheard at computer camp:
“That’s icky! I thought I was just supposed to blow on it.”
If Treacher wants an even bigger thrill, his name and number are posted in a mens room stall at Union Station.
Oh, and SnarkChild, speaking of the lure of the imaginary wingnut handjob, that’s what keeps ‘em coming back to those NRO “cruses.” I hear cruise attendees are offered the choice of a “DownLow from K-Lo,” a “Jonah Jaggoff,” a “Derbyshire Diddle,” or a romantic trist with “Lowery on the Lido Deck.”
whothefuck is Jim Treacher?
For the win.
Precisely.
“whothefuck is Jim Treacher?”
Isn’t that the opening line to the libertarian manifesto?
Nope, not going to lookie. Unless someone can confirm the mention is a news report on a second attempt by Obama’s secret ninja SUV drivers to run him over. And if they failed to flatten him like a west Texas armadillo – again – I have lost all faith in gubbermint run operations. Privatize all wingnut anti-jaywalking operations now!
Page 73 – Johnson, Navin R.! I am somebody now! Millions of people look at this book everyday! This is the kind of spontaneous publicity – your name in print – that makes people. I’m in print! Things are going to start happening to me now.
Name something lamer than bragging that you almost got a hand job at computer camp last summer.
Watching bloggingheadsteevee.
You win the internets today.
Hahaha. I had to do a search on that name. Perfect “cultural” reference for this silly person! I agree with Hatmandu @18.
Jim Treacher?
Isn’t he the limey bastidge who had the fish n’ chips restaurants years ago?
Naw, that guy’s first name was Arthur – IIRC, dude gained minor fame (in US) back in the day as Merv Griffin’s sidekick on the latter’s TV talk show (and yes, I am old).
Well, the header does show him on a boat, so my confusion is perhaps understandable.
Which brings me to: wouldn’t a better name for this column be “The DC Troller”?
The difference between Jim and Arthur Treacher:
People wish Arthur was still around.
(God, I could go for a Fish Trawler right about now.)
You aren’t old enough. ;) Arthur Treacher was famous long before then – he appeared in many movies of the 1930′s as the quintessential English butler. A minor start, nearly always as a butler.
I told Jim he was mentioned here but he deleted my comment. Strange.
Oh wait, it’s back. Strange.
Thanks for the correction, and especially for the opening sentence – I rarely hear the sentiment much any more (even though it applies here).
They still have Bloggingheads?
Of course they do. Porn sites will pay a king’s ransom for an winger sites’ email list.
Shouldn’t that read “The DCTroller”?
Oooh, yes, I miss Arthur Treacher. The man sat there next to Merv and drank like, well, a fish, and said insulting things to Merv — at least, he said the kind of things where you were fairly sure it was insulting, but could easily imagine him weaseling out of admitting that it was insulting — in the most dignified voice…. He was great!