I did.

Sorry.

Well not really sorry, but sorry.

What did you do that I didn't do that you're sorry about but not really?

The "lame" parody.

Not sorry I did it but sorry you were blamed.

Ah-HAH!

I didn't really get blamed so much as accused Gypsy. And, considering who was doin' the accusin', I can tell you with my hand on this Gideon Bible that I stole from a hotel room in Kearney, Nebraska that I wasn't in any way offended by the accusation. It was an opening for me to tell the accuser that she's an idiot, more than anything else. So thanks.

And, it goaded me into writing my own parody here on Shameful Conduct, so there's that.

As usual,

Smutty

Oh I see, so I felt all guilty for nnnothin'. It was amusing watching people sorta accuse me (not me) of stealing words, like traducing (harridan), word's I'd used nearly a decade ago in some lame parody during the y2k scare were now being trademarked in the here and now. Funny.

Anywho

Nor did I accuse you or anyone of "stealing" words---words, unlike sentences, cannot be owmed in the first place. More at direct contemporaneous inspiration, and even that apparently not true in your case. Even Lyin' Laurie didn't "steal" the word "ilk" from me or "hypergraphic" from Schad, or "peanut gallery" from Hawk---she just admired our usages and has imitated them ever since.

You should feel guilty though. You spoiled a delicious narrative. Maybe you can now reveal or fabricate that you disclosed your parody to Honest Ellen and the Toad?

that just kept getting funnier.

so thanks for that

I wrote I thought the parody was brilliant, then what's-his-face came on with some kind of in-your-face psycho-babble and later, it all got deleted, then I wrote that's too bad - that got deleted also. End of story. I had no idea who wrote it. Get your fucking lies straight!

Kearney, Nebraska!!!!!!!!!!! I have a cousin in Kearny that sells Gideon bibles to hotels. Small world.

And then, ...

All the plants started wilting, the cat suddenly puked up a mouse it ate this morning, the sun was quickly obscured by some creepy gray clouds, it got like 22 degrees colder, dogs began howling, children became frightened, the stock market plunged, and WLS started playing The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald to kick off their Wreck of The Edmund Fitzgerald Weekend Marathon in honor of next Tuesday's observance of the 34th anniversary of the wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald.

It was right about then that my eyes started bleeding and I felt a strange wave of nausea, almost as if I'd been exposed to toxic chemicals or something. I began projectile vomiting and was simultaneously overcome with explosive diarrhea and the hiccups. I broke out in hives and my toenails began falling out. The room began spinning, and unconsciousness seemed imminent.

I wondered what could possibly have happened. I gazed through clouded eyes at the screen in front of me, and quickly understood what calamity had rained down this shit storm of misery on my quiet little corner of the world.

As my vision began to fade, I could just barely make it out....it was Ollies Ellen.

Someone told me they're complimentary.

It made the whole idea of stealing a Bible less humorous to me.

Every page starts with "Verily, I say unto you, thou art looking fucking awesome! Hath thou lost weight?"

You've still got foam-flecks on your face from those last few posts. Warm damp cloth.

You're welcome. Ink's probably right, it should have been an ongoing narrative. Shit. Oh well.

offer to get you to top-post this suspicious mea culpa? A sizable donation to the feline charity of your choice?