Just Think; If Shuan Hern Lee Was American, They’d Let Him Drink A Beer Seventeen Years After Performing This
That’s silly, of course. He’s Australian. If he was American, he’d be loaded to the gills on ritalin and put in the Special Ed class.
Dear Intertunnel: It Has Come To Our Attention…
(Parental Warning: A little salty language)
Ahem.Is this thing On? OK.
Dear Intertunnel,
It has come to our attention that the Borderline Sociopathic Blog for Boys needs a theme song. Choosing such a song is, of course, fraught with peril. But then again, “fraught with peril” is the whole purpose of this place, so we do not shrink from our duty. We must have one.
We toyed with the idea of the theme from Rawhide, of course; and Send Lawyers, Guns, And Money was a favorite of many of our team of experts. Yes, yes; I Fought The Law had its moment in the sun, and a mordant misanthrope from one of the most far-flung cubicles in our Intertunnel empire even suggested The Ballad of the Green Berets; but after a long period of commiseration and contemplation, our team of Internauts came to the inescapable conclusion that compared to Russians, we’re all cautious, respectable, and sober. We yield to the greatness of Trust Me, I’m an Engineer — the new, unofficial Official Theme Song of the Borderline Sociopathic Blog for Boy — at least until we get distracted by something else shiny.
Sincerely,
Denton Fender
Vice-President without portfolio (I lost it)
The Borderline Sociopathic Blog for Boys
(Thanks to the BSBFB Russian envoy, Gerard at American Digest, for sending that one along)
A Brief History Of Annoying The Neighbors
I told you. No Stairway to Heaven.
Young Borderline Boy Plays Guitar Neck While The Rest Of The Guitar Sits Next To Him
I almost lost it when he started singing, too.