Thursday, 27 December 2007

King Leer

what-do-you-think

11 comments:

  1. The first time someone called me a shiksa I thought they were saying shit head. Come to think of it, maybe they were...

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  2. Hmmm... a University Teacher, not a bad catch for a J-girl or a shiksa.

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  3. Catch-smatch. Which is supposedly the idea here, I guess.

    You have to give it to the Jews: when it comes to chip-on-shoulder arrogance, the biscuit is truly taken (excuse mixing of metaphors).

    I guess if you're going to invent a Baddie God and all those commandments and shit (Moses, Mt. Sinai), you might as well throw in: "And by the way, we're the chosen people, y'know..."

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  4. Hell, yeah - take what you can get - biscuit and all.

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  5. Ha?

    Surely ha-ha, Wagonised, you cheeky little minx!

    (You can see why I'm going down a storm on Match.com with these faintly chauvinistic comments, can't you?)

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  6. Love Soap.

    Tell me more, tell me more.

    (Although if it involves anything to do with bodily secretions being condensed down into a bar of soap, don't tell me more, don't tell me more...)

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  7. The 35 thing is a lie. I'm actually 36-going-on-37. With internet dating being as fickle as it is, thought I better keep myself on the right side of the 30s.

    You know what happens to our sperm after 35, gentlemen? It degrades. And seeing as most 30+ women are 'debasing' themselves with internet dating in a desperate bid to find a walking-talking-living-breathing sperm donor, you gotta do what you gotta do to please the ladies.

    (Just full of romantic vibes, ain't I?)

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