The Troglopundit Blows…
…past the 5,000 blog post mark.
Yes, the man who calls himself The Trogfather and who we often call names that are not safe to repeat in the prescence of old people and nervous persons, Lancelot Link Burri has published his 5,000th post.
And guess what? He has chosen to make the subject of the post himself ― no surprise in that for those of us who know him well.
As I commented to Dr. Dan Collins, from whom I learned of the occasion of simian-like celebration: ‘And 52% of those posts were his pathetic pining for Danica Patrick!’
Kudos to Chris Wysocki for coming up with a Rule 5 pic appropriate for a prehistoric cave dweller. I stand in awe ― for a fleeting moment ― to your Rule 5 prowess, Jersey Boy.
To be serious for a moment…………okay, glad that’s over with…now back to the snark: in your future endeavors, may your berries, Trog, be not poisonous; may your twigs be straight, may you leaves cover up your naughty bits so that the little Trogs be not frightened out of their half-wits; and may you cave not smell like mammoth poop.
SIDENOTE: The American Heritage Dictionary Of The English Language, Fourth Edition [for you Troglodites out there: third rock from the left of Amoukar's cave], defines ‘Troglodite’ as:
1a. A member of a fabulous or prehistoric race of people that lived in caves, dens, or holes.
Who knew Trogs were gay? Perhaps this explains why we Humans beat them and also explains Tim Gunn.
Totally linked!
Not to worry, Bob. Around here the old people and the nervous speak of the Trog in terms that frighten even me.
If you’re frightened, I’m frightened.
LMAO!
Say, B., I found your troglodyte:
http://www.thewallpapers.org/photo/4946/Raquel_Welch-006.jpg
Along with Christina Hendricks, Miss Welch is on of our Rule 5 Mascots here at TCOTS:
About the only appropriate sort of Divine Right.