Hall of Fame Comments

I cried on the way home just now. It wasn’t because I just dropped my kids off either, because really, I’m way past the point that I cry when I drop them off somewhere. Way past that. Now, I celebrate. I leap for joy. I scream out things like “YIPPEE” and “HOORAY! I get to be alone for once!”

I cried because of some feelings that I was feeling which left me feeling a little feely. Ya know? I wiped my tears, listened to Keith Urban’s “Stupid Boy” (Best Song EVER!!) over and over, cried some more and then pulled in my driveway.

Now I’m home, still feely but not teary. I came in and sat down at my crack pipe computer and started reading the blog that was up on my screen from before I left the house… I’m Quietly Judging You. Much like other bloggers do, I see blogs in various blogrolls and must click on them because their blog names are intriguing. This was one of those moments.

I read this post from that blog and was definitely impressed with her mad take-down skillz of a certain douchebag. I am all for any girl who uses the terms douche, asshat and fucktwat. Because it’s awesome. Anyway, as I got to the comments section and read a particular comment from another blogger I found myself saying, “Wow, that is an awesome reply! That is noteworthy. That is blogtacular!!” Hence, I have now come up with a new addition to my own blog… “The Hall of Fame Comments”. Not only is this a perfect example of how I rip off other people’s shit and make a blog post out of it, but it will also provide linky love to other bloggers. I’m doing my part in this blogosphere, ya know.

Then, I had to poop. And believe it or not, that is hard for me to say because I have a very difficult time imagining celebrities pooping and am embarrassed that I poop, as if I’m the only one in the world who actually poops. Like, does Keith Urban ever use the bathroom after Nicole Kidman has pooped and then run out with his eyes watering and screaming something, “MY GAWD NICOLE! WHAT DID YOU EAT?!” I don’t think so. Nicole doesn’t poop. But, I do. Really.

So there I was pooping and doing what I normally do while pooping. No, not texting this time… I forgot my phone. Instead, I was writing my blog post in my head. And this is the result…

The most notable and awesomest blog comment I have read in recent days…The comment can be found here, in the comments section…duh. But I will provide a direct quote as well…

“That was a Sonny Corleone on his brother-in-law quality beat-down, right there.” by Peter DeWolf

Any comment involving a Godfather part one reference (because it was the best Godfather of course) is much the same as drizzling chocolate over my body and having LL Cool J lick it off. They are one in the same. If you have not watched Godfather part one and do not get the reference then I won’t play with you any more. Gimme my ball back.

And now, a letter to Peter,

Dear Peter,

You are hawt. I love you. Can you come out and play with me? Once I get my ball back from my ex-friends I will share it with you. We can also share Godfather stories and discuss the tragedy of Sunny’s death and how the scene with Don Corleone playing with his grandson in his garden with the orange slice in his mouth still gives me nightmares. We can also trade movie quotes and I will tell you how one of my favorites is “Don’t forget the canolis” right after Clemenza kills that guy in the car out in the country. Look, I’m totally willing to be your friend and overlook the fact that you are Canadian and spell things like favourties and neighbours wrong. I’m a decent American girl, even though I swear a lot and laugh anytime someone says Uranus. (hee hee… someone just said Uranus! DOH! They said it again! tee hee hee). Oh and the fact that you listened to the song “One Night in Bangcock” (tee hee, bangcock… heh) makes me just want to dry hump your leg. I love that song. Oh, and before you go on thinking we are such a perfect match and that you are going to come down to Chicago and steal me away from my husband and we are going to run off to a secret island and make babies, let me just say, I’m not hot, I’m fairly stoopid and I have no idea what Nexus of the Universe means. And I poop. I just really really like the Godfather and thought I could win you over with that.

All My Love,

Angel (DraMa)

Hopefully next week I will be able to write another installment of Hall of Fame Comments.

Now, I must go before my Rockstar Energy drink fully kicks in because at this point my leg is shaking and moving so much that I can barely contain myself in this seat. I need to go run like 20 miles or something.

Tootles.