02 March 2006

Mark Steyn is hot.

Via Monty, an essay on the UN.

Hmm...who's hotter, Steyn or Lileks? That's a hard one.

(Of course, with the verbal facility yardstick I'm currently using, Monty is pretty hot, too.)

10 Comments:

Blogger Monty said...

Thou makest me to blush, fair maid. With my ugly mug, this might be the only "hot" compliment I ever get.

(Well, there is the possibility that I might get into some kind of situation where I'm actually the last man on earth, like Charlton Heston in The Omega Man, and the chicks have to choose between me and a bunch of nuclear vampires. Then I might be considered "hot" simply because the bar is lower -- you know, being a non-radioactive non-vampire.)

2:48 PM  
Blogger Mrs. Peel said...

I dunno, Monty, vampires are sort of hot.

2:54 PM  
Blogger Monty said...

Vampires are sort of hot.

Go watch Nosferatu with Max Schreck and then come back and say that again.

3:36 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

You always talkin smack Monty, puttin down my fine lines and chillin me out with the ladies. Take that sh*t south brotha fo I bust a cap in yo ass.

- maximum Schreck.

4:24 PM  
Blogger Monty said...

"maximum":

Bring your undead biscuit-head rat-lookin' ass on! Punk. I'll be one daylight-bringin', stake-hammerin' garlic-chewin' motherf**ker. Then you be one sincerely dead bloodsucker. Think on that while you sleepin' the daylight hours away.

5:20 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

monty

you gotta sleep sometime.

sometime

ms

7:48 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

You boys are just so BUTCH. Hee Hee.

-Lestat

12:12 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Go suck on a bug you dandified prissy boy. Nice frilly shirt there, very homo.

-ms

2:56 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

yoo hoo, Maxie.

The ugly stick called, and wanted to know if you're still on for your regular Tuesday session. I told him you'd fit it in between your visit to the tanning salon & your dental checkup.

Homo? Pot calling Kettle, eurotrash.

r from w

4:34 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

r from w,

there's a dead cat on your doorstep, drained of his lifeblood.

the dog is next.

keep it up laughing boy and we'll get around to the hamster.

- ms

9:39 AM  

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