It's been a while since I suprised myself with my suckastity. The ambient level of suck has been at such a consistently high level, after all.
But yesterday, I managed to surpass myself.
When I managed to completely blow someone off for dinner.
No, it wasn't deliberate, but still, when you manage to stand someone up, intentions don't matter.
All that matters. . . is the suck.
Yes, I am wallowing in self-pity. This is another example of my suckiness.
Especially as I'm now 2 for 2 on meeting this particular person in a sucktastic way. Feel free to chime in, by the way. Or not, if you prefer to avoid the public humiliation of being associated with my suckiness.
So this is the Official Aaron Sucks thread. As opposed to the rest, which merely note the suckosity in passing.
I'm tempted to turn on anonymous posting for this entry, so random strangers can comment on the suck. . .
But you see, to chime in and agree on the matter of your sucking is to provide you with precisely what you're seeking . . .
And so, with malicious intent, I say: you do not suck.
Although I also say it with warmhearted intent. You don't. Accidents do in fact happen.
You suck.
Thank you, Walter.
Remind me to add a link to your site when I stop sucking.
Garrity, I know. But I've never done something like this before. Had it happen to me, and the other person didn't seem terribly bothered, which. . . no, this is about my suckiness, not that of others.
The question to be asked, Grasshopper, is not "do I suck." Suckitude happens to us all. The question to be asked is "do I suck well?"
I believe the correct quote, according to Homer, is: "I've seen teams suck before, but they were the suckiest bunch of sucks that ever sucked." At which point Marge tells you to watch your mouth, and you say, "Aw, I gotta go. My damn weiner kids are listening."
Heheh. Weiner kids.
You don't suck! Neener neener neener :P
When I get tired of sucking, I blow. 'Course, that's just me.
Hanne, I was going to respond to that, but decided to keep the site child-friendly.
Ish. As much as it usually is.
Liz, you're too kind. And I think I ripped the title off from Brian Michael Bendis. . .
George, again, child-friendly.
Funny Stuff here ladies. When I get tired of sucking, I blow. Ha! Is Wesley Willis the same guy who used to be on the Mancow radio show? I think I have seen this guy on the streets of Chicago with a portable moog synthesizer strapped to himself and singing diddies he composes on the spot. Rock over London, Rock on Chicago!! Nothing like a little paranoid schizophrenia to make one interesting! Rock on.
Finally, I doubt that you are the suckiest suckass to ever suck. My friends ex-wife has that distinction.
*stares in amazement*
Jason? Michelle? Is that one of you? Because, if so, it's brilliant.
If not, well, Christ, I don't know where to begin with that. . .
I wish I had thought of that.
Pundit is so 2002.
Damn it wasn't me. If I didn't suck so much it would have been.
I know, isn't it amazing? I know it's totally over the top, but. . .
Wait, if it ain't either of you. . . that has to be satire, right?
Please?