Or, I Was Scammed by a Vast Moron Conspiracy
So, I’m at the bloggers row at the Scott Brown festivity at the Park Plaza in Boston, last night, and discover the E-wocky looking guy blogging next to me is Ace of Spades, and we chat a little bit. Then one of his Morons, named Andy, comes by with some Jell-O pudding, and they’re taking pictures of the pudding, and pictures of Norah O’Donnell with the pudding, and making vague allusions to “dipping.” So then Ace passes out this pudding, for dipping, and gives me one.
And I’m all like, “What do you mean, ‘dipping’?” And they’re all like, it’s this long-running gag over at AoSHQ blog, that sort of turns around the whole not-very-well-thought-through “tea bagging” rant that the lefty douchebags have been on since summer, and that in order to celebrate this momentous occasion, and embrace the . . . meataphor, I suppose, after Brown’s victory is announced we’re going to cloister ourselves (individually) and dip our balls in pudding. So, it’s not tapioca, which I really thought would have been more appropriate, but, hey, I was in a fraternity, and dipping my balls in pudding isn’t a big hang-up, but the main thing was that Ace promised to link me up for performing this Moron Ritual.
Brown wins, obviously. I go to the bathroom (I’m dressed so that I’m indistinguishable for the roustabouts in shipping and receiving, so this is an easy matter) and have the refreshing, somewhat bracing experience of empuddening my testes. And when I come back, it’s all high fives and secret handshakes and back slapping and good blog, nice to meet you, hope to see you again, yadda yadda.
Today, though? NO LINK.
I fucked up; I trusted them. Bob Belvedere, by contrast, links me even though he didn’t promise to.
I mean, what kind of people go through this elaborate scheming to give some poor shmoe they’ve never met, who’s never done them any harm, a case of vanilla crotch? Seriously, WTF?
If you should ever happen to meet Ace and his Merry Band of Morons, DO NOT FALL FOR THIS SCROTASTROPHIC SCAM.
Ace of Spades. He puts the pud in pudding. That is all.