I’ll  try not to steal the Dragon’s thunder here as this is a painful moment for him to be sure. In truth this has been a while coming on both sides and almost happened once before.

While Impish can lay claim to 10 years and over 1200 issues I have only been here about a year and slightly over 100 issues. How he managed on a daily basis for so long I’ll never know. This is way harder than it appears on the surface and requires immense amounts of time and dedication to produce quality and constantly fresh material.

I have enjoyed my time here, meeting and interacting with some of you but as with all good things the end has finally come.

I closing reminded of something Robin Williams once said:

There was an old, crazy dude who used to live a long time ago. His name was Lord Buckley. And he said, a long time ago, he said, “People–they’re kinda like flowers, and it’s been a privilege walking in your garden.” My love goes with you. 

I wish you all the best.

 

Good Morning Campers.  It is with sad heart I come before you today, to tell you of the end of this adventure in my life.  Dragon Laffs has had it’s last issue.  To those of you who’ve told me how much you look forward, every day to your smiles, I’m truly sorry.  But, by now you should be able to go out and find those laughs on your own.

Putting out a blog, even every other day, is an awful lot of work and takes, quite frankly, more time than I have to give it right now.  There are many, many things going on in my life right now and I have to prioritize to what’s most important to my family and I.  Dragon Laffs has completely taken over my life and now I have no life left for it to take over.

I first started this gig because I didn’t have time to devote to my true passion and my true calling which is writing.  In order to keep the monkey off my back I found that interacting here on the web, and getting to put my voice out there was somewhat satisfying and fun.  And that was enough….for a while.

I deeply regret that it is no longer the case.

I’ve sat here writing and re-writing this for several hours now an I don’t want to beat this to death, tears are already forming puddles on my computer keyboard, and if I short it out, none of you will know how this ends.  I’ve met an awful lot of wonderful people and made some magical friends and I hope you will continue to write, but I can’t do this any longer, and for that, I’m very sorry.

I wish to apologize to my dear friend Lethal Leprechaun for springing this on him the way I have.  Your help in this endeavor has been seconded only by the friendship which you so freely gave.  Thank you for all you’ve done my friend.

Cheers my friends,

I will remain.

The Impish Dragon

Good Morning Campers… I’m on my way out the door to an out-of-town appointment, but I found this article this morning and I was appalled!  Looking through today’s issue, I didn’t have any open space left so I decided to share it with you in my opening comments.  I’m sure you’ll join with me in condemning Philadelphia and their mayor and law enforcement. 

Dozens of teens detained after Philadelphia’s earlier curfew

(CNN) — Not long after the Philadelphia clock tower chimed to mark the 9 p.m. hour Friday, police picked up almost two dozen teens during enforcement of the city’s new curfew.

“We took 22 into custody by 10 p.m. along South Street” in downtown Philadelphia, police spokesman Ray Evers said.

He said the juveniles ranged in age from 14 to 17.

The teens are among the first charged with violating a newly strengthened city ordinance, which forbids anyone under 18 from being out on the street after 9 p.m. Fridays and Saturdays in two parts of the city — including downtown.

The City of Brotherly Love is cracking down after a rash of teen violence.

Did you get that?  They are profiling teenagers!  I’m speechless!

Mayor Michael Nutter announced the earlier curfew following a string of mob attacks by young people alerted to gatherings via email and social media.

“It’s a growing problem in this country,” Philadelphia Police Commissioner Charles H. Ramsey said Friday.

Nutter delivered tough remarks in a church sermon last weekend that has received international attention — a blunt, no-excuses scolding that coincided with the start of the England riots.  The mayor delivered remarks during a church sermon?  Where’s the ACLU?  Where’s the separation between church and state?

An African-American, Nutter noted that those involved in the Philadelphia attacks are predominantly black and said their behavior damaged themselves and their race.

Okay, so my obviously tongue-in-cheek consternation over this affair aside, it gives me hope for our country when I read about a mayor like Michael Nutter, who is trying to get to the root of the problem and understands where the responsibility lays.  He’s not afraid to step up and give consequences and I’m quite sure he will be attacked by the liberal left for his words and actions.  You should really read the rest of the article here: http://www.cnn.com/2011/CRIME/08/13/pennsylvania.curfew/index.html?eref=mrss_igoogle_cnn 

So, enough with the satire this morning, let’s get on to the laffs!

 

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I think I almost ran into this guy at about 12,000 feet the other day!

Way cool video….and if you don’t have wings of your own, you poor people, you, then this has got to be the next best thing.

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Okay, this is bloody awful!  I can’t possibly put up enough warnings!
There are three guys in a boat with four cigarettes. They have no matches or anything and were trying to come up with a way to smoke their cigarettes.

“I got it!” said the one guy as he threw one of his cigarettes overboard.

“Why did you do that?” yelled his buddy.

To which he replied, “To make the boat a little lighter.”

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I saw this headline and the very first thing I thought of was, “What a fantastic

 

opportunity!  Sell the pot and pay down the national debt!”  Then I did a little math.  If you

 

round the debt off to $3trillion….we would have to seize and make this same sale…. are you

 

ready for this? … 3,750 times!  I’m not sure we could make that many busts!

 

Authorities Seize $800 Million Worth of Pot in California

UKIAH, Calif. (AP) — An estimated $800 million worth of marijuana has been seized following a massive raid on illegal grows on public lands deep in Northern California’s pot country, authorities said Tuesday. The three-week… »

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California Wildlife Photography…submitted by K²…

Cougar sleeping in a tree.
King’s Canyon National Forest , near Yosemite .

 

They look pretty harmless when they’re asleep, don’t they?
You have nothing to worry about. They prey on younger men..

Thanks for the warning K², but even cougars love dragons!

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This was sent in by DVL who says: “I don’t usually watch the Morning Joe show on MSNBC but these two brief videos look behind the curtain at what is really grinding the economy to its current dangerous level of dysfunction. Yes, Dylan Ratagin is writing a book [Greedy Bastards] buy I found his comments non-partisan and apolitical.”

The explosion of disgust

 

The explanation of it
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Today’s Last Word…Comes to us via Alaska and good buddy camper Bob who doesn’t always agree with us here at Dragon and Leprechaun Laffs, but is always great at expressing his opinion.
This is a short essay by Charlie Reese that’s been around before, but must needs be sent around again so it can be read over and over before next year’s election.

This is about as clear and easy to understand as it can be.. The article below is completely neutral, neither anti-republican or democrat. Charlie Reese, a soon-to-be- retired reporter for the Orlando Sentinel, has hit the nail directly on the head, defining clearly who it is that in the final analysis must assume responsibility for the judgments made that impact each one of us every day. It’s a short but good read. Worth the time. Worth remembering!
545 vs. 300,000,000 People – By Charlie Reese
Politicians are the only people in the world who create problems and then campaign against them.
Have you ever wondered, if both the Democrats and the Republicans are against deficits, WHY do we have deficits?
Have you ever wondered, if all the politicians are against inflation and high taxes, WHY do we have inflation and high taxes?
You and I don’t propose a federal budget. The President does.
You and I don’t have the Constitutional authority to vote on appropriations. The House of Representatives does.
You and I don’t write the tax code, Congress does.
You and I don’t set fiscal policy, Congress does.
You and I don’t control monetary policy, the Federal Reserve Bank does.
One hundred senators, 435 congressmen, one President, and nine Supreme Court justices equates to 545 human beings out of the 300 million are directly, legally, morally, and individually responsible for the domestic problems that plague this country.
I excluded the members of the Federal Reserve Board because that problem was created by the Congress. In 1913, Congress delegated its Constitutional duty to provide a sound currency to a federally chartered, but private, central bank.
I excluded all the special interests and lobbyists for a sound reason. They have no legal authority. They have no ability to coerce a senator, a congressman, or a President to do one cotton-picking thing. I don’t care if they offer a politician $1 million dollars in cash. The politician has the power to accept or reject it. No matter what the lobbyist promises, it is the legislator’s responsibility to determine how he votes.
Those 545 human beings spend much of their energy convincing you that what they did is not their fault. They cooperate in this common con regardless of party.
What separates a politician from a normal human being is an excessive amount of gall. No normal human being would have the gall of a Speaker, who stood up and criticized the President for creating deficits. The President can only propose a budget. He cannot force the Congress to accept it.
The Constitution, which is the supreme law of the land, gives sole responsibility to the House of Representatives for originating and approving appropriations and taxes. Who is the speaker of the House? John Boehner. He is the leader of the majority party. He and fellow House members, not the President, can approve any budget they want. If the President vetoes it, they can pass it over his veto if they agree to.
It seems inconceivable to me that a nation of 300 million cannot replace 545 people who stand convicted — by present facts — of incompetence and irresponsibility. I can’t think of a single domestic problem that is not traceable directly to those 545 people. When you fully grasp the plain truth that 545 people exercise the power of the federal government, then it must follow that what exists is what they want to exist.
If the tax code is unfair, it’s because they want it unfair.
If the budget is in the red, it’s because they want it in the red.
If the Army & Marines are in Iraq and Afghanistan it’s because they want them in Iraq and Afghanistan .
If they do not receive social security but are on an elite retirement plan not available to the people, it’s because they want it that way.
There are no insoluble government problems.
Do not let these 545 people shift the blame to bureaucrats, whom they hire and whose jobs they can abolish; to lobbyists, whose gifts and advice they can reject; to regulators, to whom they give the power to regulate and from whom they can take this power. Above all, do not let them con you into the belief that there exists disembodied mystical forces like “the economy,” “inflation,” or “politics” that prevent them from doing what they take an oath to do.
Those 545 people, and they alone, are responsible.
They and they alone, have the power.
They and they alone, should be held accountable by the people who are their bosses.
Provided the voters have the gumption to manage their own employees.

It’s not flashy, especially colorful or even remotely impressive but hey it makes me feel cooler!

YES! FROZEN DRINKS! ICE IN EVERYTHING! Gazpacho by the gallon please!

 

Breakfast of the Coffee Gods. and a diabetics death sentence!

OH HELLS YEAH! I have GOT to get me one of these to go with my 12 volt portable drip coffee maker for the Tahoe! Brown Gold on the road!

 

 

With Summer Vacation season upon us I found this to be some good reading. These are actual comments left on Forest Service registration sheets and comment cards by backpackers completing wilderness camping trips:

“A small deer came into my camp and stole my bag of pickles. Is there a way I can get reimbursed? Please call.”

“Escalators would help on steep uphill sections.”

“Instead of a permit system or regulations, the Forest Service needs to reduce worldwide population growth to limit the number of visitors to wilderness.”

“Trails need to be wider so people can walk while holding hands.”

“Ban walking sticks in wilderness. Hikers that use walking sticks are more likely to chase animals.”

“All the mile markers are missing this year.”

“Found a smoldering cigarette left by a horse.”

“Trails need to be reconstructed. Please avoid building trails that go uphill.”

“Too many bugs and leeches and spiders and spider webs. Please spray the wilderness to rid the area of these pests.”

“Please pave the trails so they can be plowed of snow in the winter.”

“Chairlifts need to be in some places so that we can get to wonderful views without having to hike to them.”

“The coyotes made too much noise last night and kept me awake. Please eradicate these annoying animals.”

“Reflectors need to be placed on trees every 50 feet so people can hike at night with flashlights.”

“Need more signs to keep area pristine.”

“A McDonald’s would be nice at the trailhead.”

“The places where trails do not exist are not well marked.”

“Too many rocks in the mountains.”

 

Sex With A Cowboy

Prior to her trip to Texas , Buffy (a blonde New Yorker),
confided to her co-workers she had three goals for her trip to the Lone Star State –
1. She wanted to taste some real Texas Bar-B-Que.
2. She wanted to take in a bona fide rodeo. And.
3. She wanted to have sex with a real cowboy .
Upon returning, the girls were curious as to how she fared.
‘Let me tell you, they have a tree down there called a Mesquite and when they slow cook that brisket over that Mesquite , it’s ooooh so good. The taste is unbelievable!’
‘And I went to a real rodeo. Talk about athletes… Those guys wrestle full grown bulls! They ride horses at a full gallop, then jump off the horses and grab the bull by the horns and throw them to the ground! It is just incredible!’
They then asked, ‘Well tell us , did you have sex with a real cowboy?’
‘Are you kidding? When I saw the outline of the condom they carry in the back pocket of their jeans, I changed my mind!’

Hmm… appears to be about an Irish size medium.

It was delivered with a complementary quart of “pork” lo mein.

 

Reality show stops filming in Texas at 110 degrees

Associated Press Aug. 3, 2011, 3:41PM

Read more: http://www.chron.com/disp/story.mpl/bizarre/7682096.html#ixzz1UYjWytrK

MINERAL WELLS — Even watermelons at a produce stand aren’t luring folks from their air-conditioned cars in one Texas town amid one of the state’s hottest summers.

Minerals Wells residents on Wednesday were staying indoors as temperatures soared to 110 degrees.

Outdoor antique shops in Mineral Wells were nearly deserted too, and nearby Possum Kingdom Lake had few boaters and fishermen. A reality TV show for the A&E network about Texans who hunt feral hogs had to suspend filming.

Apparently one of the less known Laws of Reality: Reality is suspended above 110 heat index.

Two brothers enlisting in the Army were getting their physicals.
During the inspection, the doctor was surprised to discover that
both of them possessed incredibly long, oversized penises.
“How do you account for this?” he asked the brothers.
“It’s hereditary, sir,” the older one replied.
“I see,” said the doctor, writing in his file. “Your father’s the
reason for your elongated penises?”
“No sir, our mother.”
“Your mother? You idiot, women don’t have penises!”
“I know, sir,” replied the recruit, “but she only had one arm,
and when it came to getting us out of the bathtub, she had to
manage as best she could.”

 

This fellow comes to confession. “Father Murphy, he said, forgive me for I have sinned.”
The priest asked, “What did you do, my son?”
“I lusted,” the fellow replied.
“Tell me about it laddy,” the priest said.
The fellow then related his story. “Father, I am a deliveryman for UPS. Yesterday I was making a delivery in the affluent section of the city. When I rang the bell, the door opened and there stood the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. She had long red hair and eyes like emeralds.  She was dressed in a sheer dressing gown that showed her perfect figure. And, she asked if I would like to come in.”
“And, what did you do, my son?” asked the priest.
“Father, I did not go in the house but I lusted. Oh, how I lusted,” replied the man.
“Your sin has been forgiven,” replied the priest. “You will get your reward in heaven, my son.”
“A reward, father? What do you think my reward might be?” the fellow asked.
The priest replied, “I think a bale of hay would be appropriate, ya bloody jackass.”

 

 

This guy and his girlfriend lived in Austin and they decided to go and see the northern lights. They figured that they would just drive north on I-35 until they got to the end and that should do it. So, they set out on their trip and they’re both very excited. They are so excited that it is all they can talk about.
Well, after a couple of days they get to the end of I-35 just south of the Canadian border. They find a nice field to park in and the entire sky is lit up with the beautiful northern lights. The guy, who’s been driving, leaps out of the car at the wonder of it all; he’s jumping up and down like a little kid.
Meanwhile, his girlfriend is still sitting in the car and reading a magazine. He can’t believe it! So he says, “What’s the matter? Does the aurora bore ya, Alice?”

 

Man shoots self in genitals while holstering gun in pants

Associated Press Aug. 9, 2011, 10:31AM

Read more: http://www.chron.com/disp/story.mpl/bizarre/7689846.html#ixzz1UYqcEy2y

CHANDLER, Ariz. — A suburban Phoenix man is recovering after police say he accidentally shot himself in the penis while putting his girlfriend’s gun in the waistband of his pants.

Chandler police say 27-year-old Joshua Seto and his fiancée, Cara Christopher, were walking toward a grocery store when the shooting happened last week. The gun fired, striking Seto’s penis and continuing through his left thigh.

The Arizona Republic reports a 911 operator told Christopher to apply direct pressure to the wound with a dry towel or T-shirt.

Chandler Police Detective Seth Tyler was unsure of the type of gun, or whether it had a safety that was off. He also says it’s unclear if Seto has been released from the hospital or suffered any permanent damage

In the wake of the shooting, Tyler warned residents to use holsters, not waistbands, if they’re going to carry a handgun.

The moral? Darwin was at least partially right. He got the Natural Selection Weeding Out The Inferior and Brain Dead part right!

Not fond of that one? How about Mother nature is a real bitch when it comes to chlorination of the gene pool?

STILL unhappy? ok try this last moral then: If you are dumb enough to put a fully cocked but (apparently) not locked pistol in the front of your pants sans holster sooner or later you WILL go off half cocked.

 

 

Graciemj took a pretty hard whack at us guys yesterday and you shade tree mechanics in particular so it falls to me to defend you beer swilling backyard mechanic Bubba’s honor.

Molly a.k.a. Mrs. Leprechaun was walking down the street when she was accosted by a particularly dirty and shabby-looking homeless woman who asked her for a couple of dollars for dinner.

She took out her wallet, got out ten dollars and asked, ‘If I give you this money, will you buy wine with it instead of dinner?’

‘No, I had to stop drinking years ago’, the homeless woman told her.

‘Will you use it to go shopping instead of buying food?’ she asked.

‘No, I don’t waste time shopping,’ the homeless woman said. ‘I need to spend all my time trying to stay alive.’

‘Will you spend this on a beauty salon instead of food?’ she asked.
‘Are you NUTS!’ replied the homeless woman. I haven’t had my hair done in 20 years!’

‘Well, she said, ‘I’m not going to give you the money. Instead, I’m going to take you out for dinner with my husband and me tonight.’

The homeless Woman was shocked. ‘Won’t your husband be furious with you for doing that? I know I’m dirty, and I probably smell pretty disgusting…’

Molly said, ‘That’s okay. It’s important for Lethal to see what a woman looks like after she has given up shopping, hair appointments, and wine.’

 

 

 

 

 

 

Irish Medical Dictionary

The Irish have the lowest stress rate because they do not take medical terminology seriously …

 

Medical Term                                                       Irish Definition

Artery –                                                           The study of paintings

Bacteria –                                                           Back door to cafeteria

Barium –                                                What doctors do when patients die

Benign –                                                       What you be, after you be eight

Caesarean Section –                                     A neighbourhood in Rome

Cat scan –                                                                  Searching for Kitty

Cauterize –                                                       Made eye contact with her

Colic –                                                                               A sheep dog

Coma –                                                                      A punctuation mark

Dilate –                                                                             To live long

Enema –                                                                            Not a friend

Fester –                                                                Quicker than someone else

Fibula –                                                                             A small lie

Impotent –                                                             Distinguished, well known

Labour Pain –                                                          Getting hurt at work

Medical Staff –                                                            A Doctor’s cane

Morbid –                                                                          A higher offer

Nitrates –                                                    Rates of Pay for Working at Night,
                                                                         Normally more money than Days

Node –                                                                                      I knew it

Outpatient –                                                       A person who has fainted

Pelvis –                                                                         Second cousin to Elvis

Post Operative –                                                             A letter carrier

Recovery Room –                                                    Place to do upholstery

Rectum –                                                                         Nearly killed him

Secretion –                                                                      Hiding something

Seizure –                                                                            Roman Emperor

Tablet –                                                                                  A small table

Terminal Illness –                                                 Getting sick at the airport

Tumour –                                                                          One plus one more

Urine –                                                                             Opposite of you’re out

Good Morning Campers… Congratulations need to go out to our dear Lethal Leprechaun who just recently passed his centennial mark with Leprechaun Laffs #100.  I fear I missed the mark the other day and he is already up to #101, but ‘tis not too late to run the congratulations!  Congratulations dear friend!  Tis surely a tremendous milestone you’ve reached!  But, that’s not all we are celebrating with LL today!  Wait till you get down to the end of today’s Dragon Laffs to find some wonderful, off-the-cuff humor created by our favorite green mythical maniac in response to a spammer who’s been trying to get his bull-shit website in our comments section for months now…
anyway, I won’t ruin the surprise for you, you’ll just have to reach the end of the blog to read it yourself.  Now, let us be on our way to laffter and fun!  

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Times are tough!  I’m telling you, times are so tough that…

~ Wives are having sex with their husbands because they can’t afford batteries for their vibrators.
~ Exxon-Mobil laid off 25 Congressmen.
~ A stripper was killed when her audience showered her with rolls of pennies while she danced.
~ I saw a Mormon with only one wife.
~ McDonald’s is selling the 1/4 ouncer.
~ Angelina Jolie adopted a child from America.
~ Parents in Beverly Hills fired their nannies and learned their children’s names.
~ My cousin had an exorcism but couldn’t afford to pay for it, and they re-possessed her!
~ A truckload of Americans was caught sneaking into Mexico.
~ A picture is now only worth 500 words.
~ When Bill and Hillary travel together, they now have to share a room.
~ The Treasure Island casino in Las Vegas is now managed by Somali pirates

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The Perfect T-Shirt from our buddy K²!  He says, “She must be one of the 52% who actually pays taxes and isn’t on the dole!”

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Our dear camper buddy Ginny sends this golden oldie….

More living proof that women should be running the world!

Oil Change instructions for Women:

1. Pull up to Jiffy Lube when the mileage reaches 3,000 miles since the last oil change.

2. Drink a cup of coffee.

3. 20 minutes later, scan debit card and leave, driving a properly maintained vehicle.

Money spent: Oil Change:$29.00 Coffee: Complementary TOTAL: $29.00

Oil Change instructions for Men:

1. Wait until Saturday, drive to auto parts store and buy a case of oil, filter, kitty litter, hand cleaner; use your debit card for $40.00.

2. Stop by liquor store and buy a case of beer, (debit $24), drive home.

3. Open a beer and drink it.

4. Jack truck up. Spend 30 minutes looking for jack stands.

5. Find jack stands under son’s bike.

6. In frustration, open another beer and drink it.

7. Place drain pan under engine.

8. Look for 9/16 box end wrench.

9. Give up and use crescent wrench.

10. Unscrew drain plug.

11. Drop drain plug in pan of hot oil: splash hot oil on you in process. Cuss.

12. Crawl out from under truck to wipe hot oil off of face and arms. Throw kitty litter on spilled oil.

13. Have another beer while watching oil drain.

14. Spend 30 minutes looking for oil filter wrench.

15. Give up; crawl under truck and hammer a screwdriver through oil filter and twist off.

16. Crawl out from under truck with dripping oil filter splashing oil everywhere from holes. Cleverly hide old oil filter among trash in trash can to avoid environmental penalties. Drink a beer.

17. Install new oil filter making sure to apply a thin coat of oil to gasket surface.

18. Dump first quart of fresh oil into engine.

19. Remember drain plug from step 11.

20. Hurry to find drain plug in drain pan.

21. Drink beer.

22. Discover that first quart of fresh oil is now on the floor. Throw kitty litter on oil spill.

23. Get drain plug back in with only a minor spill. Drink beer.

24. Crawl under truck getting kitty litter into eyes. Wipe eyes with oily rag used to clean drain plug. Slip with stupid crescent wrench tightening drain plug and bang knuckles on frame removing any excess skin between knuckles and frame.

25. Begin cussing fit.

26. Throw stupid crescent wrench.

27. Cuss for additional 5 minutes because wrench hit truck and left dent.

28. Beer.

29. Clean up hands and bandage as required to stop blood flow.

30. Beer.

31. Dump in five fresh quarts of oil.

32. Beer.

33. Lower truck from jack stands.

34. Move truck back to apply more kitty litter to fresh oil spilled during any missed steps.

35. Beer.

36. Test drive truck.

37. Get pulled over: arrested for driving under the influence.

38. truck gets impounded.

39. Call loving wife, make bail.

40. 12 hours later, get truck from impound yard.

Money spent: Parts: $50.00 DUI: $2,500.00 Impound fee: $75.00 Bail: $1,500.00 Beer: $20.00 TOTAL: $4,145.00

But you know the job was done right!

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I just keep hearing “Coo-Coo!  Coo-Coo!”

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marriage. Apparently they don’t want to miss out on the windfall

of marriage counseling once gay married couples realize what they

have gotten themselves into.

And another oldie, but goodie…

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I was tempted to put this as a Last Word, but as uproariously funny as it is, I determined that it is best served in it’s own glory.  In case you still aren’t reading the blog on line and therefore are still missing out on the wonderful fun we’ve been having with the comments section, let me explain the back story  just a little bit here.
We have a spammer.  “Little Dick Matt” who is so convinced of his own inferior gifts of manhood that he believes that everybody needs to partake of his particular brand of penis enlargement that he has several times tried to spam our comments section with snow shovels full of bull shit saying how great we are.  We know how great we are, but the comments are so generic that …. well… read for yourself:

Congratulations on possessing certainly one of one of the vital sophisticated blogs Ive arrive across in a while! Its just superb how a lot you’ll be capable of think about away from a thing mainly simply because of how visually gorgeous it is. Youve place collectively an incredible weblog site space –nice graphics, films, layout. This is definitely a should-see web site!

All in an attempt to get his web address inserted in our comments section.  Well, Lethal has been having such fun with him, we’ve actually been allowing his comments…after editing out the web address, but yesterday was the topper of all toppers.  Our dear Leprechaun was in rare form when he replied to the above bovine excrement…

Matt Matt Matt Matt Matt Matt….sigh….

Excuse me a moment while I hose all the BS you threw around the blog off it and my Wellies.

I have to admit that is an impressive manure spreader you have there, I think it slings more and faster than even a Dragon is capable of producing it! With a spreader like that and such skill in wielding it I am forced to inquire if you are somehow involved in politics and the Democratic Party in particular?

To be honest while its possible I am reading something into your post, I have to say that I am a wee bit insulted by your blind insinuation that my manhood needs enhancing. It should be readily apparent from my comportment and attitude in the blog that I possess a set of McGoogles the size of duck eggs made of the finest Connemara marble and engraved with gold and platinum filled ancient sacred Celtic runes of manhood fertility invincibility, love, loyalty, longevity and prowess in combat.

Under the right conditions when I walk and they clack together lighting shoots out my bum and consumes Democrats and Spammers whole where they stand. At other times they cause me to fart shamrocks (a side effect of having a Leprechaunish heritage) and ooze charm combined with woman attracting by the scores pheromones.

As to the other half of me manhood, lets just say that the rest of the world is grossly misinformed regarding the term “shelleigh” and why Irishmen are so renowned and famed for possessing them and leave it at that. Modesty (and Molly who fears I have said too much already and now all the women who read the blog will want me) prevents me from saying anymore on the subject. Molly has suggested before you going telling me (and therefore through me, her) that my member is not of sufficient size that you either make your wife available for a second opinion or that you yourself bend over so that I might drive home the point that its not for you to say!

She also suggests that if you are hinting that my libido is starting to flag and wane that you make your wife or yourself available to pick up her slack when she refuses me. In short my darling loving Molly is more than a little miffed at your unwarranted, unwanted and (in her words) grossly unneeded offer of help, going so far as to suggest you put up or shut up by placing your or your wife’s body where you spam is.

Even Impish is in agreement with Molly that you’ll not find a bigger Irish Leprechaunish prick blogging anyplace on the internet!

Speaking of Impish, as to his own manhood…first of all what part of HE’S A FECKING DRAGON is it you do not understand? Ok, admittedly his endowment in recent years has atrophied a bit due to lack of use I’ll grant you that. However I strongly disagree that daily ingestion of lawn and garden clippings mixed with dried ground animal penises is going to seriously do anything in this regard. Were it so, then he’d already be in possession of a member best compared to the boom of a heavy lift crane as those things are already found in prodigious quantities in his daily diet do largely to his indifferent eating habits.

It’s much more likely that a more frequent use of his manhood (a.k.a. exercising it more oft) will have a fair more beneficial effect on its deterioration than any snake oil you shamelessly and inconsiderately spam. All he truly requires is some intensive hypnotherapy so he remembers to screw his dinner date before dining on her to see a reversal of his diminishing condition.

Mayhaps you did not chance to read my reply to your comment Matt on LL#92 Wed 08/03 when I basically said that I’d be drinking hot tea in Hell for its warmth before you would be allowed to spam our blog? What part of out fervent Anti-Spam/Death to Spammers Philosophy escapes you? Is the fact that your first half dozen spam attempts went straight into the toilet something you failed to notice? Are you that attached to your perception of reality altering Democratic Party Goggles that you cannot see the writing on the blog wall in all caps 72 pt. font block letters that says your only wasting your time and giving me ammunition to make fun of you by spamming here?

Stop thinking with your brain damaged from using your own products little head, cut your losses and move on. The abuse is only going to continue to get worse!

Hecklingly, Disrespectfully & Irascibly as possible,

Lethal Leprechaun

And even if nobody every forwards Lethal’s response (hint, hint) to the email address that he so happily puts in all his comments (see the comments section) we are definitely having an AWFUL lot of fun at his expense.

And what more could you possibly ask for on a Thursday morning!

Cheers! 

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