[cripplecreek]

Edgar Friendly:

You see, according to Cocteau's plan I'm the enemy, 'cause I like to think; I like to read. I'm into freedom of speech and freedom of choice. I'm the kind of guy likes to sit in a greasy spoon and wonder - "Gee, should I have the T-bone steak or the jumbo rack of barbecued ribs with the side order of gravy fries?" I WANT high cholesterol. I wanna eat bacon and butter and BUCKETS of cheese, okay? I want to smoke Cuban cigar the size of Cincinnati in the non-smoking section. I want to run through the streets naked with green jello all over my body reading playboy magazine. Why? Because I suddenly might feel the need to, okay, pal? I've SEEN the future. Do you know what it is? It's a 47-year-old virgin sitting around in his beige pajamas, drinking a banana-broccoli shake, singing "I'm an Oscar Meyer Wiener".

[wbill]

We need more people like Dennis Leary in the world.

Not many more, but more nonetheless.

[NaughtiusMaximus]

I've SEEN the future. Do you know what it is? It's a 47-year-old virgin sitting around in his beige pajamas, drinking a banana-broccoli shake, singing "I'm an Oscar Meyer Wiener".

You are sooo on the money, Cripplecreek.

Robert Burns saw it too, in his poem about a pathetic clerk addressed to a sausage:

Poor devil! see him owre his trash,/ As feckless as a wither'd rash,/ His spindle shank a guid whip lash,/ His nieve a nit:/ Thro bloody flood or field to dash,/ O how unfit!

("Nieve a nit" = "Fist a gnat.")

The ultimate PC male and the wave of the liberal future.