In my new PJ Media column, I look at how whining has evolved throughout the ages, from the whining about the cut of mammoth one got to the much more advanced whining of today. Who know what wonderful things we’ll whine about in the future?
I can’t take credit for writing the column myself, though; someone else invented all the words and the grammar.
I am sure that my laughs per second were not as high as your other columns. I need more lps, please Frank.
I chuckled several times but I could use more chuckling. My lack of chuckling is YOUR problem, Frank. You started me chuckling – now finish it!
Wait. There’s always tomorrow – unless someone beats me to death with a stick.
i laughed so hard i busted a gut. now who’s going to pay for my hernia repair?
On the other hand, I do have some Scot in me and they’re known to complain a lot. Lousy Scotsmen.
It has been Scientifically! proven that a whiner will always whine, no matter what. The thought experiment goes like this: Put a cat in a box with some radium. You can leave the cat in the box because the cat isn’t part of this thought experiment. Next to the box with the dying cat, we have a whiner. When the whiner runs out of things to whine about, the whiner thus whines about not having things to whine about. Q.E.D.
If you’d link to the “Single Page View” version you wouldn’t have so many people whining about what a monumental effort it was to read that thing. I had to click a second link to finish reading it. If I’d known it was going to be that much work I wouldn’t have started. I need a nap.
My screen is too small to read that column while reclining in my office chair!
I was going to read this column, but then I realized that doing so wouldn’t feed a single starving child, or save a tree from a lumberjack’s saw, or take money from a millionaire, so I just got mad instead.
So, what, no hippies being punched? No Klingons being phased? What you don’t think I deserve Klingons and hippies? I WANT MY DOGGONE KLINGON!!! GIMME GIMME GIMME.