I know what you want, baby. And you want Charo; I am here for you, bitch. We are all about YOU on the ol’ raincoaster blog, despite Gawker‘s attempts to claim we are all about the we me. Perish the thought!
So here’s one from the raincoaster archive (because Charo herself apparently pulled the post of her leading the Macarena on Fantasy Island that I wanted to post), but it bears repeating. Particularly when Chris is making up rules on the fly to ensure I will only return to Gawker after a 3 day commenter death. Gee, if only there were a hyperbolically egotistical parallel I could draw with that…
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Technorati me!
More empty, uninspired chatter. Blogging is a new form of STDs with low-res illustrations. Lonely people. Low content, low foreheads, low expectations. Why not just turn it into a desperate dating site? abanks@telus.ca
My, aren’t you a charmer. Are you aware of a group just for people like you? They’re called the Hemlock Society; tell them I sent you.
Danth a leetle beet clother.
Whore it out?
Disgusting!
What do you mean? EVERYBODY loves Charo!