by Smitty
Dan Riehl is looking even more hapless than the TrogloPundit.
Look at the forced bravado on display:
I draw the line of hotness around sammiches. I mean, she does say she’d bring them if asked. But truly hot wimmens intuit such things.
‘Lines of hotness’? ‘Sammiches’?
Also, he says he’s so hot as to make tongues wag. The species joke is left as an exercise for the reader.
Watching the testosterone drain out of a once great blogger like Dan Riehl is just a shame, a shame’s shame, and a reference shame for the calibration of shame-measurement equipment.
Expect Dan to be hired by Newsweek any day now.
She reminds me of this girl.
She reminds me of this girl.
I am so over you.
She found a new gig.
I am so over you.
She found a new gig.
I tried to read the LibertyPundits piece Dan linked, but there was a pic of Dana Loesch and, well…
I tried to read the LibertyPundits piece Dan linked, but there was a pic of Dana Loesch and, well…
Dana Loesch is what I got too.
Dana Loesch is what I got too.
Hey, you didn’t make the “20 hottest men of the new media” list either, Smitty. So there’s a lot of haplessness to go around these days.
Just wait until next year.
Hey, you didn’t make the “20 hottest men of the new media” list either, Smitty. So there’s a lot of haplessness to go around these days.
Just wait until next year.
I made Mrs. Other Smitty’s list, which was pretty much all that mattered.
I made Mrs. Other Smitty’s list, which was pretty much all that mattered.
Mrs. Other McCain just brought me sammiches and chips and said, “You don’t have any iced tea?” Then she brought me that, too.
Eat your heart out, guys. She’s all mine.
Well, mine and the six kids. But you get the point.
Mrs. Other McCain just brought me sammiches and chips and said, “You don’t have any iced tea?” Then she brought me that, too.
Eat your heart out, guys. She’s all mine.
Well, mine and the six kids. But you get the point.
I believe the phrase you have in mind is, “I’ll be in my bunk.”
However, (a) I’m married, (b) Dana is married, too, and (c) she ain’t the one bringing me sammiches.
Also (d) I’m not one of those Will Folks-style bloggers.
I believe the phrase you have in mind is, “I’ll be in my bunk.”
However, (a) I’m married, (b) Dana is married, too, and (c) she ain’t the one bringing me sammiches.
Also (d) I’m not one of those Will Folks-style bloggers.
(a) is balanced out by (e): I’m not dead.
Of course, if Mrs. ak4mc finds out I’m staring at Dana’s pic, (e) could be of very limited value.
(a) is balanced out by (e): I’m not dead.
Of course, if Mrs. ak4mc finds out I’m staring at Dana’s pic, (e) could be of very limited value.
Sammiches?
Any real woman would intuit that what you really want is a char-grilled steak, home fries and a Guinness.
Sammiches?
Any real woman would intuit that what you really want is a char-grilled steak, home fries and a Guinness.
That’s you in the collective and impersonal sense, ya’ll.
You know, I’m so used to Ace’s Morons that I forget where I am when I comment here!
That’s you in the collective and impersonal sense, ya’ll.
You know, I’m so used to Ace’s Morons that I forget where I am when I comment here!
After slave towels my dripping wet freshly showered Adonis shaped torso and proffers my freshly squeezed OJ I am ready to start my Masterly day. I don’t do sammiches and Riehl lost me a long time ago.
After slave towels my dripping wet freshly showered Adonis shaped torso and proffers my freshly squeezed OJ I am ready to start my Masterly day. I don’t do sammiches and Riehl lost me a long time ago.