Holy crap! I felt like I was in a Clint Eastwood movie there for a minute. My legs are still shaking. Did this really happen?
How...disarming. Really. It’s amazing how far a little pain will go to disarm a motivated idiot.
So, is this part of a story or an anecdote?

Wow, man.  Great account.  I worry about the same kind of stuff around here in DC.  Am I bumping shoulders with some Pentagon CIA ex-SEAL, Nth degree black belt, shadowy death purveyor or is he just your average fat head. 

Did you really crink his pinky?

let me guess ... this goes through your head every time you file a complaint against someone and are thrown out on a motion for summary judgement.

that made me feel very uncomfortable which i think means that you did a phenomenal job with it.

(Tip toes very softly around the Chucklehut, makes no sudden moves)

I have no idea where this came from - but it’s been fighting its way out of my head for a few weeks and it didn’t seem prudent to argue with it any longer.  Funny, how a sensitive rhyming poem about relationships gone awry garners basically no comments, but when I start twisting fingers people seem to have more to say.  Maybe I need to twist more fingers.  There are those who say I have a special talent for it.  Well, not so much twisting as pulling, but let’s not quibble.  Life’s too short.

well, i had plenty to say about the poem, just not anything i wanted to leave in a comments box. that one made me very uncomfortable too. so if my theory holds then it kicked ass as well.

don’t hurt mr. aplenty okay? i’m hoping that the cd gift giving thing will become a regular event. :-D

oh and yeah, he’s awfully nice, too, i guess. yeah. that’s what i meant. scratch the CD comment.

I only destroy what stands in my way.  So far Mr. Aplenty has been most useful in my nefarious plans.  And really, what other plans are worth talking about?

holy shitterz. i would say good job, but that’s a little inappropriate. very good writing though. definately makes me raise my eyebrows in question of the real ‘dan.’

ouch.  and ouch again.  i loved both of them.  the poem and this.

darling, nobody is able to see the ‘real dan’. you’ll go blind trying to stare at something so bright. it’s best just to stare at him from the corner of your eye. and from the looks of this, it couldn’t hurt to be very very nice to him.

If you’re very nice to Dan it will only hurt for a moment and you’ll cherish it for a lifetime.

oh, yeah??? then how come...........oh, never mind.