BACK ONTO BIGMAC!
This morning’s Intell/New Era has just one local story written by an employee on this morning’s front page. Actually, she’s not even an employee because the byline for Katy Hopkins says “Correspondent.” It’s a story about a boy who needs an intestine transplant. No, I didn’t read it – it is a rainy, windy, gloomy Monday morning and I’m not sure I could stomach it. I might read it later. How does this paper plan to stay in business?
For entertainment, we need to turn to the Trashback forum and the grand gala outing thread which is an endless font of fun and absurdity! BigMac, their heroic leader, who is a homeschooling welfare mom, poker player and major boozer, pill-popping Pagan loving lesbian who is getting four root canals on our dime and then going to Vegas for five days, posted this:
I don’t care who the heck crashes our outing. I hang with everyone. I hear they are back onto “BigMac” again on the other website-It cracks me up. They have no freaking idea about me or my life. Don’t let those old fogies bother you buddy-they’re all bark-honestly!
Old fogies? Now that hurts! And “ceejay” has found yet another troll in “joshywashy”:
It really is a shame that you are not the least bit “funny”.
And you just use the schtick as a cover for being abusive.
And for the record, I think you are actually LYING about being Irish. The Irish are who they are — what you see is what you get. They don’t play games with passive/aggressive crap.
And if my grandmother, Bridget O’Connor Galloway, was living, she’d wash your mouth out with Lifebuoy soap.
Do these people have lives? Lying about being Irish on an anonymous internet forum? Gasp! What is the world coming to? Why Lifebuoy soap? Is there something special about it?
This comment in to this site last night where we were having some fun with the Trashbackers:
I compare TB to a mound of ants, you poke it with a stick enough times they all come out all pissed off ready to eat you alive. Then you run. When they get all settled back in their routine of eating bugs and making a dirt mound… you poke [jab motion, jab motion] at them some more…. and repeat every couple of weeks. They get all fired up.
After each poking session the ants go see their therapist for an upgrade to their existing prescription of psychotherapeutic medications.
What a hoot and how true! And BigMac said this:
PS-for future events know that there will only be PM’s sent out. There will be no thread or future public announcements of our gatherings.
Sigh. I guess this will be my one and only grand Trashback gala – unless someone on the inside of this secret society decides to spill the beans! Hey, do you think Gil Smart is going this Saturday? Maybe he’ll write a story. Wow! Would that be neat or what?
Please check back later today…