I'm a regular visitor to a blog called The American Undershirt. It's quite good, and you'll find the link below and to the left, in fact.
On my visit today, I found linked a Flash animation in the style of All Your Base Are Belong to Us and the like. It's funny, but certainly not anything close what the kind of high brow kneeslappery you'll find here unfailingly, day after day. But there were 8 comments on the post (something you'll never see here because my millions of readers are intimidated, not that there aren't any,) so I read them. What I discovered was some blowjob named Drew seeming to claim precedence on the link. Really, now. Who cares?
I responded (as Bill Clark,) and I've copied the entire text of the message string below.
you should have a disclaimer... some of us are NOT supposed to be laughing hysterically while simultaneously trying to back pedal our way out of going directly to hell while we're at work!!!
Mia | Email | Homepage | 10.20.03 - 8:12 pm | #
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EVIL. and exactly why this blog is the first thing I read when I get to work everyday. Thanks- and keep up the good work.
SR | 10.21.03 - 9:09 am | #
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i don't get it. all that comes up for me is a photo of a house, all grainy and pixelated.
styro | Email | Homepage | 10.21.03 - 9:52 am | #
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I've said it before and I'll say it again: You ain't right, Mr. Undershirt.
Auntie Sarah | Email | Homepage | 10.21.03 - 9:56 am | #
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That is so wrong, and I don't want to be right.
melly | Email | Homepage | 10.21.03 - 10:03 am | #
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Who ever took my picture and did that is just a mean mean person.
Marci | Homepage | 10.21.03 - 10:15 am | #
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Perfection.
LeeAnn | Email | Homepage | 10.21.03 - 10:41 am | #
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as funny as you are, it surprises me that it took you so long to find that. i linked to it back in '01 and i actually had people trying to find tabs and posting the lyrics.
don't get me wrong though, it is a superb use of flash. maybe the best around.
drew | Email | Homepage | 10.21.03 - 11:55 am | #
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that was excellent.
kurt | Homepage | 10.21.03 - 12:34 pm | #
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2001? Frankly, I'm a little surprised either of you stumbled across it at all.
The story begins in 1805, some two years into a jaunt I took westward from St. Louis with an old friend, Meri Lewis. By that time we'd had moderate luck and lots of laughs, but I won't bore you with the details. Suffice it to say, it's hard to know a man until you've held him under the high desert stars.
But I digress. As we prepared to take the Lemhi Pass, our lovely little Shoshone guide, a sultry wench with a fiery spirit and magnificent breasts, suggested we stop for drinks at the quaintest little B&B. Well, the proprietor was a remarkable gentlemen, if a little fey, who suggested we join him in the main house for the evening. The three of us did, and I don't mind saying that we tripped the light fantastic. The wine flowed like water, and the air was blue with the smoke of the cannabis plant. O, how we danced!
The innkeep and I had not yet slept as the morning sun began to shine, though Meri and the Shoshone woman dozed in post-coital bliss. I'll never forget how the innkeep sang quietly as he stroked my neck.
"What is that song, sirrah?" I inquired.
"It's as ancient as the land, my little Clark Bar," he replied. "Let me show you."
He reached into the folds of his serape and pulled out the very Flash animation you've posted here.
"Take it. As a gift by which to remember this night of nights."
I was stunned, and I fell asleep with it held close to my rising and falling chest.
Months later, I lost the animation in an ill-advised bet with a Navajo gentleman I meet on the Snake River. I thought it lost forever.
You've brought me more joy and memories than you can know, and for that, I thank you.
Bill Clark | Homepage | 10.21.03 - 12:58 pm | #
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