Fiona is another whole kettle of fish. It is obviously one of the Althouse crew. Either Althouse herself or her son or more likely Inga as you have speculated.
It is pretty funny that Inga has become such a vital and valued member of the Althouse family. I can't wait until she turns on them as she invariably will. That is gonna be fun.
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Yeah, I just read about a 3 way that ended badly
Rotisseries are not just for chickens anymore.
Your posts about the Troop/Snoop dinner are the most fitting reply to those wretched people.
Travel, friends, good humor, good food--all these elements of the good life are conspicuously missing from the lives of EBL and merde.
Living well is indeed the best revenge.
Hey Chip glad to see you back. Hope all is well.
Everything's fine, tho hectic.
What'd you think of the Bosox' ball-busting tribute to Rivera?
So, look, it seems fitting that two Internet titans such as Troop and ND, now that they've met, should have some slash fiction written about them.
I like the Troop/Snoop tag.
I think it's gotta involve some food kink, too. Let's brainstorm, people! No bad ideas!
It was a dark and stormy night when Nick showed up - stinkin' of cheap whiskey and cheap...
That's all I have. Take it from there, gang.
It was a dark and stormy night when Nick showed up - stinkin' of cheap whiskey and cheap perfume. The first look he gave Troop was one of total incredulity. Then, upon refocusing his bloodshot orbs, "You'll do...a human...more or less."
Next.
Trooper's 9 eyes swiveled on their stalks and saw what looked like a heap of rags standing in the doorway.
Instantly his 11 barbed tentacles tore into the intruder and ripped him to shreds.
The cook from the restaurant downstairs heard the blood curdling screams, grabbed a bucket and ran up to gather the choicest pieces.
"Got to get to work - the doors open in 2 hours" he thought as he scooped up the viscera. It was going to be a good evening. He left a few scraps for the Trooper and tipping his hat, he went back downstairs and started cooking the day's bounty.
Glad you had a fun vacation, Troop.
Well, that was a really short short story. But a goodun. What with the happy ending an' all.
Yeah, it could stand a rewrite. I left out the "The being known as Trooper shape shifted from something that appeared human to his actual appearance - with 9 leering eyes and 11 slimy, writhing tentacles".
Then the rest.
Then "The end".
And welcome back, Cody Jarrett - you were missed.
Oh, the drunken lunatic will most certainly bite the gash that feeds her.
Thanks Sixty.
Hey, Cody! Glad you're back.
I promise to behave. :)
"food kink"??
Put those binoculars down, blake!
I had a couple Maker's before dinner, so the editor will need to take out the "cheap whiskey" in your short story.
I drank a lot of cheap whiskey in my youth. Wilkes-Barre, Pa. is a coal mining town. I grew up in a blue collar town so I was a shot and beer guy, making the transition to college in a coal town easy. Actually, it was quite easy since booze was so cheap. Wilkes-Barre had 2 breweries, Stegmaier and Gibbons. You could get a shot of Philadelphia whiskey and a local 7 oz. beer for a quarter. For an extra dime you could get Kessler whiskey! This was the early 70's. We would always make sure we were in a local coal miner bar on the first of the month. That's when they got their black lung checks. They would buy rounds for the whole bar. I always felt somewhat guilty. However, these guys liked being big shots for a few days. We treated them w/ respect. Talked about mine cave-ins, black lung, company stores, etc. I learned a lot. But, mostly we would talk sports. A lot of them were missing fingers, limbs, etc. You can search long and hard to find a group tougher than coal miners.
ChipS, That is an astute observation about the contrast between this group and TOP. You are very perceptive.
Edit "Just before the Trooper set upon the intruder, the heap was heard to say 'It's Maker's Mark - it's not cheap.'"
That remark inflamed the Trooper to new levels of fury - Maker's Mark, not cheap? The very notion burned inside the Trooper's brain. His cousin, the Loch Ness monster had visited and explained that a good Scottish single malt was the only thing worth drinking.
The Trooper's path was now clear - only one action could be taken."
Then the rest.
fin
Thanks Darcy. Wasn't you--never fear. Don't behave on my account.
Wilkes-Barre had 2 breweries, Stegmaier and Gibbons
I bet neither one followed the Reinheitsgebot
Remember, she is ol dirty EBL
I am the good twin.
Udderly true.
chick, I had to Google it, and I bet you're correct.
I'm in South Bend on the last leg of my sojourn. I HATE Notre Dame!
Sixty, The big man made no comments about my cocktail. The waiter knew what kind of gin for his Martini, Mr. Soprano didn't have to say. I think he's said here that he drinks Boodles in his Martini.
Has anyone discussed that needy, sad, and creepy post and thread of Annie as a young kid? That would take a team of shrinks to break it down.
Dude! I expect to have a voice over from Sally Struthers for that shit.
Sad, sad shit.
People always know my drink after I have been there once. Only because I repeat it so many times. Just sayn'
Makers is a great drink.
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
That's my story and I am sticking to it!
During the day on Thursday TCM is having westerns.
Highlights include Man from Laramie and Rio Bravo.
There is an emptiness in some people. I would just assume not be around those people.
You can't beat an old western on TV. Especially when you have a wide screen. It is just great.
ndspinelli said...
Has anyone discussed that needy, sad, and creepy post and thread of Annie as a young kid? That would take a team of shrinks to break it down.
It's called "guess my idiosyncrasies as a child" and then when no one does she insults people's intelligence. Yet when anyone does hit the mark in a different context she hits the roof.
Well chick, she's very smart and complex you know.
It's called "guess my idiosyncrasies as a child"
Also known as "The Special Edition Version of 'Whose That Girl?'" adapted from the TY hit by that name.
Located on the same shelf as the "Guess Which One is Me?" game currently going on at TOP and TOOP.
Troop's "Whose That Girl" are glimpses into Troop's past and psyche, but they also overlap with his reader's. I often come away thinking "I should have known that" or "wow, really?"
But remember that time he did a "whose that girl" which really was idiosyncratic? Some newscaster babe on a local channel he watched when he was a randy teen. That was idiosyncratic.
Whose that girl?
Evi - thanks for the link - that was some funny stuff right there.
I think Addled Annie needs to use that picture instead of the one she currently uses - it is a much better portrait.
If you follow the link at Evi's link, you can find Mead flopping about trying to defend his mistresses honor.
Oddly enough, he accuses the person who wrote the blog post of having a google alert set to alert him to anything Althouse.
You can't make that shit up. You just can't.
Meade has been in this stalker mode for quite a while. The only difference from 2011 to now it has taken over everything he does.
Excuse me, Merde.
Now I have done it, the alarms just went off on a computer in Madison. And because ol dirty EBL is getting ready for classes, Merde can use the computer (provided he has his chores done).
It's not being a stalker, it's accusing the guy who wrote the other blog (whiskey fire) of having an Althouse google alert.
You know, Evi--like liberals always accusing conservatives of the stuff they're doing themselves.
I've decided that fiona is a group account used mostly by Titus and Althouse herself.
with 9 leering eyes and 11 slimy, writhing tentacles".
I need to put my glasses back on. I was trying to figure out how testicles would writh.
"food kink"??
I remember reading one of Michelle Catalano's blogs back in the day. One time she discovered (and I don't want to know how) a site called "Cooking with Cum".
You are correct Cody.
I wonder when the whole Merde old dirty EBL completely unravels. Any one running a pool on that?
Has anyone discussed that needy, sad, and creepy post and thread of Annie as a young kid?
We lived in Ann Arbor in 1956 for a while. My Grandmother on my mother's side had a really neat old home there and we stayed with her for almost 9 months. As I said before, we moved around a lot so I don't really remember the kids that I played with or hung out with. I'm one year (almost exactly) older than Althouse and we could have gone to school together As Althouse is showing her photos of playmates in those years.... I'm thinking Oh GOD no ...don't let me be in one of those photos.
...completely unravels...
My mom hasn't, though some of her children have. Narcissim as a coping strategy does a yeoman's job of protecting the one on center stage while slowly cutting off and doing away with all who would steal the supply or ruffle the waters and distort the pristine image being reflected with uncontrollable waves of differing opinion or perceptions.
These days, her little girl voice shows up more often, particularly when she's pleased or displeased with someone's behavior, but other than that, she's fine.
This saddens me, as do some of the similarities to other balls of unraveled yarn, dirty or otherwise.
... I'm thinking Oh GOD no ...don't let me be in one of those photos.
LoL! Zero degree of seperation!
Worse than the surprise of encountering one those private pictures sent to Trooper posted here on the TY blog!
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