Yes, Denizens - I know it's Cafe Press. Yes, I know that they're a liberal-owned company. Yes, I'm aware that the quality of their garments may not be quite as good as ThoseShirts.com.
But unlike ThoseShirts.com, Cafe Press ACTUALLY ANSWERS THE EMAIL I SEND THEM!!!!
Got clue, ThoseShirts???
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Halftime score, NFC Championship Game:  at Green Bay 10, NY Football Douchebags 6
Hey, Douchebags!  Not quite  as easy when the other team contests the two-minute drive, is it?  
UPDATE:  (Final:  GB 20, Douchebags 13, Fleabag Pissant Zebras 10) Who the fuck carted the New England Pussies’ officiating crew to Green Bay so damned fast?  Where was the illegal contact on the interception on the Pack’s overtime drive?
Now I’m gonna have to do what I’d been dreading – pull for the New England Pussies in the Super Bowl.
Fuck you, NY Douchebags.  Fuck you and the zebras you paid off.
And fuck  Archie Manning.  Someone shoulda cut his dick off after Peyton.
UPDATE the 2nd:  Let’s not mince words here, okay?
The NY Football Douchebags haven’t won shit.  They were handed this game on a fucking silver platter by a half-assed excuse-for-a-zebra crew that had its collective head up its collective ass.
How else are you gonna explain no flag for Cori Webster riding Donald Driver out of the play well past the five-yard contact zone with no flag, but Al Harris draws a pass-interference flag for so much as daring to breathe  on Plaxico the Pansy-Ass?
Roger Goodell, if you don’t push for full-time trained  officiating after the last two weeks of this shit, you are nothing but a little fuckheaded son-of-a-crack-whore-bitch.
And you can fucking quote  me.
F.E.J.F.E.  
Some years ago, I dragged my Luddite brother, kicking and screaming, into the Computer Age™.  He hated the things, didn’t want anything to do with them, didn’t even like the one he had to work on at his job.
Last night, he demanded that I teach him how to rip selected tracks from his CD collection so that he could make a “greatest hits” disc.
I’ve created a monster.  
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- It helps, though, if you have Microsoft Internet Explorer
set about 1024x7681280x1024 with your Favorites windowactivated on the leftdeactivated. (At least until I can get a better handle on how WordPress works.)
(KORRIOTH: Oh, great. More wormholes.)
Mozilla Firefox doesn't do too badly, either; in fact, it's His Rudeness' browser of choice. -
You can use
Nutscrape,
if you so desire - but why in blazes would you want to use a browser from a company that had to hide behind Janet El Reño's skirt to be successful?
And don't even get me started on Opera or Chrome. I'm not about to trust any browser that won't let me change its color scheme.