http://blogospeer.com/archives/118 Not just another Stumbling Blog. Wed, 02 May 2012 02:43:37 +0000 hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.3.2 http://blogospeer.com/archives/118/comment-page-1#comment-291 Angie Wed, 06 Dec 2006 07:00:40 +0000 http://blogospeer.com/archives/118#comment-291 OMG that was too funny..I actually laughed outloud, and caused Jon to wake up and turn over. Sorry Jon. Stop being so funny dammit. OMG that was too funny..I actually laughed outloud, and caused Jon to wake up and turn over. Sorry Jon. Stop being so funny dammit.

]]> http://blogospeer.com/archives/118/comment-page-1#comment-286 Jon Tue, 05 Dec 2006 15:18:05 +0000 http://blogospeer.com/archives/118#comment-286 YOU CAN\'T HANDLE THE TRUTH!!! Son, we live in a world that has farts, and those farts have to be guarded by men or women with matches or lighters. Whose gonna do it? You? You, Mr. Blogospeer? They have a greater responsibility than you could possibly fathom. You weep for American Airlines, and you curse the fart patrol. You have that luxury. You have the luxury of not knowing what I know. That Miss Match\'s match ignition, while tragic, probably saved lives. And the exisitance of fart-extinguishing matches, while grotesque and incomprehensible to you, saves lives. You don\'t want the truth because deep down in places you don\'t talk about at parties, you want matches to work, you need matches to work. We use words like fart, lighter, matches, odor, and fragrance. We use these words as the backbone of a life spent defending something. You use them as a punchline. I have neither the time nor the inclination to explain myself to a man who rises and sleeps under the blanket with his own farts and enjoys the very freedom of fragrance that matches provide, and then questions the manner in which they provide it. I would rather you just said thank you, and went on your way, Otherwise, I suggest you pick up a match or a lighter, and stand a post. Either way, I don\'t give a damn what you think you are entitled to. YOU CAN\’T HANDLE THE TRUTH!!! Son, we live in a world that has farts, and those farts have to be guarded by men or women with matches or lighters. Whose gonna do it? You? You, Mr. Blogospeer? They have a greater responsibility than you could possibly fathom. You weep for American Airlines, and you curse the fart patrol. You have that luxury. You have the luxury of not knowing what I know. That Miss Match\’s match ignition, while tragic, probably saved lives. And the exisitance of fart-extinguishing matches, while grotesque and incomprehensible to you, saves lives. You don\’t want the truth because deep down in places you don\’t talk about at parties, you want matches to work, you need matches to work. We use words like fart, lighter, matches, odor, and fragrance. We use these words as the backbone of a life spent defending something. You use them as a punchline. I have neither the time nor the inclination to explain myself to a man who rises and sleeps under the blanket with his own farts and enjoys the very freedom of fragrance that matches provide, and then questions the manner in which they provide it. I would rather you just said thank you, and went on your way, Otherwise, I suggest you pick up a match or a lighter, and stand a post. Either way, I don\’t give a damn what you think you are entitled to.

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