What? Paul Lemmen Challenges My Title to ‘King of Butt-Hurt’ Championship?

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And, indeed, he’s got a right to complain about not receiving appropriate recognition:

Nota Bene to those who are using the intel I gathered and shared without so much as a hat tip or other acknowledgment of my involvement: You’re welcome. I know you probably simply forgot where you got those 5K plus words or something.

Go tell Paul I said, “Good job burning Neal Rauhauser.” But nobody — nobody — can out-butt-hurt me!

39 comments

  1. Ahhhh Geeezus……did I come at a bad time?   Just imagining what that crown must look like and how it’s awarded to the winner is, well, …….I’m just going to BACK right on outta here.   No, no need for a lovely parting gift.  My ex awarded me this trophy in ’81 and I mounted it on the Dodge as a hood ornament.    

  2.  That would sooth the butt hurt, true, but I was thinking of the equivalent of a crown for butt-hurt.  ;-p

  3.  Wouldn’t that make you the Queen? But if Stacy does not acknowledge in the above post that I have linked to it in mine, I have already declared that I shall be the Queen, so we might have to go to blog war over the title. 😉
    If you do a post on your Butt-Hurtedness, be sure to send me the link and I will add it to my post on this terrible affliction, HERE:
    http://marezilla.com/2012/06/kings-of-pain/
    On a more serious note, I am sorry that you got left out of the FMJRA here. I hope you and the Mighty Wombat can get it all straightened out so you don’t develop a case of Bloggernoia:
    http://rsmccain.blogspot.com/2009/01/bmd-blogger-mood-disorder.html

  4. […] Stacy didn't like Paul implying (even accidentally) that his butthurt was superior to Stacy'…, and he let Paul know in no uncertain terms that he had a much greater claim to a much more severe case of butthurt than Paul's, a claim which he was unlikely to relinquish to an upstart, whether he'd formerly been in prison or not. For once, Stacy's butthurt had nothing at all to do with a blogger gathering or with Tabitha Hale at all, since Stacy had been invited to the shindig in Las Vegas but had had to decline due to exigencies. […]

  5. Maybe if you hadn’t sent them to the Rule 5 mailbox, I would have seen them and given you credit.

  6. There is no point complaining about things. No one cares and it is the equivalent of an itch on top on the pain.  

    I wonder if Preparation H sells its product in five gallon containers?  

  7. In the interest of brutal honesty, go here: http://iowntheworld.com/blog/?p=138168 and read an alternate, in depth, complete review of my past misdeeds and why I do not deserve freedom of speech or any other freedom for that matter. I should either off myself or migrate to a deserted island so as to never have human contact again. Ann is probably right. Compare her take against my confessions. I’m sure she is right, even though I lived my life, she knows it more intimately than I do.
    So save any praise, I don’t deserve it.

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