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Well, nobody expects you to sound like a grizzly or tiger.

Righto, Chris. James Earl Jones he’s not.

What’s Skype?

Internet phone service, without which…well, I was going to say my phone bill would be atrocious, but with calling cards these days I’m reaching the UK for 2.2 cents a minute. But Skype is definitely more convenient.

Holy shit! My little mention of Skype was apparently enough to float sweasel.com to the top of the Technorati listings for people searching “Skype down.” We’ve just gotten 490 hits since I posted this.

Porn.
Sex.
Teen-age.
Penis extension.
Colin Powell.

There! My job here is done, Weas. Now what’s your stats look like?

Whoa. I’m stuck in…in…the Filter!

Serves me right for allthose catchy terms.

Hang on, McGoo…I’m coming! There.

Jesus.

What made you think THAT would squeak past Akismet?

Wow. That was wild. We’re off the front page now, but I make that…five hundred and something in an hour. Whee!

Yes, I will grant that trying to squeak Colin Powell past The Filter was a bit much.

I figured all them naughties might keep the hits coming.

As usual, I was wrong.

Damn! And here I was thinking that you were only 12 posts from 16,000, and I was going to watch real careful and sneak in and post “Nayh, nayh, nayh! I got Weasel’s 16,000th post.”

Instead that 16,000th post was wasted on some gutterskype.

Actually, we passed 16,000 before I left work this afternoon. The Technoratilanche came around 16,005.

Sixteen thousand, incidentally, is less than Ace o’ Spades gets in a day.

Hey, Lokki. Saw your name on the wall in The Filter earlier. Who’s Betty, and does she really do all that on a first date?

Go for the 16,666th post. That’ll be – like – tomorrow unless we get Weasel’s numbers up.

Well, I’ll help all I can Weas, but I don’t know that many more dirty words.

Should we do another round of Rage Boy limmericks? Booger haiku?

Something different?

Yeah, I’m bumming – skype is basically my phone.
And, shit, if I’da known that I would get some action posting about it, I would have!

Umm, it would have been nice if they’d posted that last night when I was having a panic attack at being disconnected from the world! Thank you for being the skype news clearinghouse sweasel 🙂

My Skype came back on at 4:10 am. How do I know that? I was AWAKE and at the computer when I saw it come on. It’s still on at the moment (9:44).

I couldn’t get in between 5 am and 6:30. I tried a few times. Not only did Skype fail to login, if I let it sit there it would GPF. Okay, I know programs don’t GPF under XP, but I don’t know what you call it these days when a program craps out.

Up at 4 or not got to sleep yet?

Thanks for hanging tight.

Dude, your service is being run by hippies!

“Clearinghouse Sweasel.” I like that.

In other news, Hillary is pleased with where she is

Me too.

Whoa. He’s right. Her staff should’ve been more cautious. That there’s a goldmine of potential jokes.

I thought it had already been determined that all politicians were whores?

She was just confirming the obvious.

We cut the land line to our house a while back. One of the problems with doing that is people think because I have a cell phone, I should always be available to talk. People are annoyed when they get my voice mail?

Holy whatthehell? Somebody just found this site on a google.co.uk search for “my penis is black am i an artard.” And the sick part? I’M THE NUMBER ONE HIT!

Another number 1! Congratulations!

What is an ‘artard’? And did the chicks take a shower and get poultices for their whip marks after ‘the beast’ breezed through Whore Central? Do they get tipped extra for that?

Like her hubby, The Beast always has a tip for the ladies. At least a tip.

jw – Bill does not pay for what he can rape for free. Hookers just aren’t his style…He wants them to resist.

Eww. Bill. Big fat doughy white thighs in running shorts. I do not understand how any female thought him handsome with those thighs and equally doughy Jimmy Durante style schnozz.