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Using Wordoolio is like walking around wearing a Jabra Bluetooth headset. Not only do you look moronic, but there is also a continuous and regrettable accumulation of earwax that makes even the most stalwart among us heave a liquid shudder, and gradually sink into unflagging hebetude and omphaloskepsis.
HoolioSoft, we sincerely believe you to be pettifogging popinjays who do not understand that the world does not need another loose limbed crumb-heap of a word processor. Please reform your stylitic behavior, and actually use some well-respected software before attempting to create your own. In the meantime, you can savor a picayune 11, unblemished by astroblemes or bezoars.
Posted by ladd at January 3, 2004 11:03 PM | TrackBackFirst post. I have nothing to say other than "first post". Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go trim my unibrow.
Posted by: paul on January 4, 2004 12:56 AMLast week I had the flu.
Posted by: chetah on January 4, 2004 07:29 AMGrim. Things are grim.
I can't find my favourite pencil.
Posted by: aussie boy on January 4, 2004 08:04 AMthings are grim whenever aussie boy shows up, regardless of the presence of pencils (or lack thereof).
Posted by: kjones on January 4, 2004 09:11 AMAussie boys. Aussie boys? Aren't they all like gay or something? Who's hoolio anyway?
Posted by: Richard on January 4, 2004 10:34 AMBilly Mays Here:
Free Steve Irwin!
Hoolio was on Sanford and son.
Posted by: Billy Mays on January 4, 2004 01:21 PMWell done, kjones. Something biting. OK, less than witty, but biting nonetheless.
I won't go so far as to put you in the "worthy opponent" category at this early stage, but the fact that you've removed your head from your bottom long enough to take a sniping shot is very encouraging indeed.
Take note, you other puerile hangers-on. This place needs a dose of bile and true perversion. It's time to gird the loins, polish the bayonets, and wade into the puppy farm with steel-capped boots a'crunchin'!
Belvedere, a perspiration cloth, if you would. I'm worn to a nub with the effort of it all!
Posted by: aussie boy on January 4, 2004 04:12 PMI'll have you know that MY astroblemes and bezoars are quite attractive, and would not be considered a blemish on anyone's face or butt, particularly my own. Meteorites in hairball sauce is own of my favorite dinners, too. But pettifogging popinjays are an endangered species (around my house, anyways) as long as they keep trying to eat the rodent droppings around my yard before I can. The cats love 'em, except for the buckshot.
Posted by: Uncertain Future on January 4, 2004 04:19 PMastroblemes, i'm afraid, are scars in the earth, as from the inpact of a meteor. Applying this word to a number (eg 11) makes no sense, and forces me yet again to call for a more strenuous editing process.
I won't even start on bezoars.
Posted by: poultry poacher on January 4, 2004 06:06 PM*sigh*.. The award of a PerversionTracker rating is more than just a number. It should instead be viewed as a trophy, having an almost-physical manifestation.
Therefore the metaphor suggests that our rating is free of blemishes, whether they be pockmarks or hairballs.
Some people are so literal...