From the wording of Shane Raynor's post here, I take it that...er, I have something of a combative personality. Or the reputation of one, anyway. To those I have offended, I apologize. It is one of my failings that I enjoy arguing, and assume that other people like to play as rough as I do.
So allow me to say a few nice things about my colleagues in the blogosphere, who are well deserving of my respect.
Shane Raynor -- fantastic legs, especially in shorts.
Pen -- a brutal, jaw-breaking left hook that is the envy of every man at the gym.
Donald Sensing -- can drink every (and I mean every) UMC pastor in the Southeastern Jurisdiction under the table.
Theresa Coleman -- does not roast kittens over the fireplace, contrary to those awful rumors that Gavin has been spreading.
Sunday, May 08, 2005
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Wonder if Donald Sensing learned his drinking technique from Bill O'Reilly?
As for the comment about my legs, I told the United Methodist Reporter this is the reaction I expected if they insisted on going tabloid and running those Spring break photos.
Hmmm... a pacifist with a brutal jaw breaking left hook...
Am I that transparent? Thanks for the ... er, compliment?
I used to think that I was a somewhat decent guy. However, since I began commenting and/or guest blogging two years ago, I've received encouraging and/or supporting e-mails from around 15 people and mildly to harshly condemning e-mail from around 200 folks. Part of it, though, may be that anger and disagreement get the adrenaline going a lot stronger. And then, maybe I'm not really very nice; I do not, however, kick my dog.
Well, where in the world did Gavin get those roasted kittens he served at his little dinner party last week? They were quite tasty, I must say, especially with a bit of honey mustard and ritz crackers.
did i spread a rumor? you must have me confused with some other future serial killer who is roasting kittens. john, are you trying to go tabloid? i see a slander lawsuit in the future.. &:~D
I have not roast kitten in *years* -- at least not intentionally. It was confused with the Welch Rare-bit (mostly made of cheese and toast), which was somehow translated "rabbit" (small furry cute) and then mangled to "kitten."
And I thought that the Locusts were chocolate coated....
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