I Know Dave From Garfield Ridge, And I'm No Dave From Garfield Ridge

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[for God's sake, Wuzzadem, there's a reason I didn't ask you. And this sort of unhinged spam is Exhibit A.

Now if you want to discuss this situation reasonably, with reason, and logically, with logic, we can, but please take a breath.

The rest of Wuzzadem's insipid, frothing, insane post hidden past the jump to spare him from embarrassment.

PS I quit. -- A]

I Know Dave From Garfield Ridge, And I'm No Dave From Garfield Ridge
– John From WuzzaDem

I have no idea what that title means. So, Ace didn't invite me to guest blog (I'm not kidding), but I thought I'd see if my key still worked, and guess what?
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My key still works. Geez, try to keep up, will you?

Anyhooooo...if you Innocent Bystanders beyotches are looking for a blog war, I suggest you leave me out of it, or I'll start banning your asses, one by one.

Because, you know, my key still works. In fact, I think I'll just start now.

Michael: Banned
Retired Geezer: Banned
Sobek: Banned
LauraW: Banned
Dave in Texas: Banned

Had enough? All right, you're unbanned. Unbanned - is that even a word? Wait here, I'll check.
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I guess it is. OK, you're unbanned, but mind your P's and Q's. What does that mean, anyway? Mind your P's and Q's. Hang on, I'll look it up.
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Holy crap, you would not believe the amount of time people waste online debating the origins of that stupid f'ing cliché! One loser has based his entire existence on the theory that it was aimed at children learning to hand-write the lowercase letters p and q, another loser (who lives in his mom's basement - surprise!) is adamant it originated in old pubs where beer and ale was served in pints and quarts, and where the barkeeper tracked patrons' drinking totals by marking "P" for pints and "Q" for quarts, which really pisses off yet another loser, who bores the crap out of every single person he talks to by explaining in excruciating detail that, while some fringe elements suggest the saying came from a French dancing master's instructions to perform the dance figures pieds and queues properly, his painstaking research has proven beyond a doubt that this under-appreciated idiom was first used as an admonishment to sailors to keep their navy peacoats clean around their tarred queues or pigtails.

Man, that's fifteen minutes of my life I wish I had back. Now I forgot what the hell I was talking about. Oh, yeah, now I remember:

No, that wasn't it. Oh well.

posted by John From WuzzaDem at 02:31 AM

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