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Thursday, January 6, 2011
Assange should've asked a simple question of his two now-accusatory femi-bimbos...
Posted by kotang at 6:41 AMThis inspired by Dr. Douglas' post featuring 'Bang and Blame' by R.E.M. (part of his ongoing series of posts sniping with the feminazia, including Maureen Tkacik and Sadly Doyle and that lardly lump of grease Michael Moore. Even arch-feminist Amanda (my cock is longer than yours!) Marcotte got involved. A miniseries I'd just as rather not have watched, because those sorts drive me to look at some women unfavorably. Ugly ducklings searching for a nest they'll never have.
But, R.E.M. One of my favorite '80's bands.
Hmmmph. 'Bang and Blame', that could be the descriptive theme song for Assange's two Girlfriends Friday.
Assange should've paid a professional for to service his relief; never turned to two lefty bimbos. Who could trust their sorts long enough to get one's pants off?
Anyways, I was reminded of R.E.M., so here's my favorite cut from Monster.
But the charges against him likely are.
Oh, the question he should've asked ? It's up there. See if you recognize it.
But, R.E.M. One of my favorite '80's bands.
Hmmmph. 'Bang and Blame', that could be the descriptive theme song for Assange's two Girlfriends Friday.
Assange should've paid a professional for to service his relief; never turned to two lefty bimbos. Who could trust their sorts long enough to get one's pants off?
Anyways, I was reminded of R.E.M., so here's my favorite cut from Monster.
I'm looking for an interruption,
do you believe?
You looking to dig my dreams
Be prepared for anything
You come into my little scene
Hooray hooray hip hip hooray
There's one thing I can guarantee:
You won't have to dig, dig too deep
Said leave me to lay, but touch me deep,
I don't sleep, I dream
I'll settle for a cup of coffee, but you know what I really need
Are you looking to drive my dreams?
You here to run my screens?
You come, deliver my demons
Hooray hooray hip hip hooray
Are you coming to ease my headache?
Do you give good head?
Am I good in bed?
I don't know, I guess so
I don't sleep, I dream
I'll settle for a cup of coffee, but you know what I really need
I'm looking for an interruption,
can you believe?
Some medicine for my headache
Hooray hooray hip hip hooray
I'm pitching for a new direction
Pinch me when I wake
Don't tell me my dreams are fake
you leave me to lay, you touch me deep,
I don't sleep, I dream
I'll settle for a cup of coffee, but you know what I really need
Leave me to lay, but touch me deep,
I don't sleep, I dream
I'll settle for a cup of coffee, but you know what I really need
Don't tell me my dreams are fake
But the charges against him likely are.
Oh, the question he should've asked ? It's up there. See if you recognize it.
Labels: Amanda MarKOS, clueless asshats, Feminism, Julian Assange, Michael Moore
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