You know, maintaining this blog, a Facebook account AND Twittering would almost be considered a part-time job.
You know, if I made money doing it, I mean.
You wouldn't normally expect to see such a monumentally retarded piece of brain excrement as this in a respectable newspaper.
And yet, not only did the Strib run it, they gave it "Letter of the Day" billing.
Ryan says: I'm writing about "uterine fibroids."
Caroline says: Owie.
Ryan says: Sounds like a cool type of laser.
Ryan says: It's not though. FYI.
Caroline says: Well, sure, if you say it with a robotic voice.
Caroline says: Anything will sound like a laser with that voice.
Ryan says: And do the robot chop.
Caroline says: Doesn't Vince sell the robot chop?
Ryan says: 3 out of 4 women of childbearing age can develop *robot voice/chop* uterine fibroids. *robot voice/chop*
You know, I'm generally a cranky, sarcastic a-hole, but every once in awhile, an image like this will come along and totally melt my grinchy little heart.
I won't fisk this latest Coleman column because, as with most stuff he writes that's not political or self-righteous nonsense, this one isn't terrible. Still, I have to ask:
I had lived in Japan, visited China AND Hawaii by the time I was 19. And I'm STILL ALIVE. Where the hell is my column?
