Oi-vey, I got stung by the Assbar idiots that rule the Achewood Facebook page again. I'd already quit every other Achewood related page, but I'm still a member of the main group. Of course the conversation is centered on the latest strip. Someone pointed out that this is a real book by a real person. I suggested that we go to the books Amazon page and flood it with funny reviews. Apparently that makes me a sexist. I didn't even bother to try and defend myself, but what the hell, people! This is twice now I've been accused of being sexist for nothing!

Anti-semite!

I think the correct thread title is "You couldn't even get it on with a pervert."

It's too close to home and it's too near the bone...

Did it take anyone else this long to realize that you can sing "I'm three-ballin" to the tune of Tom Petty's "Free Falling"? Because I only realized that this morning. And then spent the whole rest of the morning singing "'Cause I'm THREE… three BALLIN…"

...I'm gonna three-ball, out into nothin'...

Well, Pat would need to spend his life savings in order to achieve that moment, so let's hope for his sake he would die afterwards.

As someone who often suffers taint issues due to groin sweat (we call it Weeping Balls Syndrome over here)

I have no sympathy, I am severely judging you.  My jaw is clenched and everything.

At the very least there should be a couple of taint-related slang terms. Other than "taint" itself.

In Scotland you may call it the tisnae.

If Philippe knows what Chernobyl is and has the Australians figured out already, he's over qualified for this year's race.

Right; one person with impulse control problems could cause all kinds of havoc when a train comes in.

About 10 years ago I went to university for the first time as a mature student (30-31 years old at the time).  Obviously I was in classes with all the first years who were 18 or thereabouts.  One lecture took place in an ancient old building with a narrow pair of doors as the exit which naturally everyone tried to squeeze through all at the same time when the lecture finished.

One day I was fairly near the front of the queue of people leaving the building, just behind the pair of people who made up the first of the long two-abreast phalanx trying to get outside.  One kid who was in the first two people stopped dead in his tracks the exact moment he crossed the threshold and apparently thought he'd have a wee think about where the hell he was now going to.  I stopped, waited approximately 4 or 5 beats, hissed 'Fuck's Sake!' and pushed him as hard as I could right in his stupid fuck*ng massive rucksack, causing him to waddle unsteadily a few feet forward.

Doddlers beware.