Part Two is here.
With Bush‘s real-life, slightly muffled and demi-masticated “Shit” (mp3) making headlines, we would like to present an alternative view of the presidency. There’s a reason it’s called black humour. In the meantime, would someone please tell him to close his mouth when he’s chewing and swallow before speaking? I’m sure Tony Blair knows all about the benefits of American dentistry, and doesn’t need to conduct an inspection at the dinner table.
Oh, and as I noted on Gawker, Shrub can at least keep it down once he’s swallowed, a talent which famously escaped his father.
More on the now-infamous Toby Young book party…can you ever get enough?
If he ever wants a party in Vancouver, I’m up for hosting it. Pass it on.
Here is Spiegelman, explaining how he was ready to sever his opponent’s jugular and rip his entrails out for macrame when he graciously gave way before Young’s wife’s request to “take it outside.” I mean, what’s the point of bitchslapping a rival if nobody can see you? Smart boy.
Torn by good & evil and an incestuous love affair, a lonely and depraved Darth Vader has a nervous breakdown.
Oh, and have you seen his blog?
“Everything’s a fuckin’ travesty with you, man! And what was all that shit about Vietnam? What the FUCK, has anything got to do with Vietnam? What the fuck are you talking about?”
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