Wonkette
DENBY ON THE OFFENSIVE: Hey, England! Don’t let the Bearded Sack of Lies pull a fast one on you, too, with this secret “U.K. release” of the tragic fapping pamphlet Snark. We would never make a joke about Ted Kennedy or Chelsea Clinton! [Guardian]
MASTURBATING CLOWNS
Hey Denby, um, good luck with going to jolly old England. It’s not the UK is snarky and is cruel and nasty to politicians/public figures/journalists or anything.
He had to get out of the country because he was so ashamed of all those nasty things he said about Baby K!
Everything is a joke to Wonkett.
After publishing his entire pamphlet in the Guardian, he has the effrontery to expect people to purchase it from the Guardian bookstore?
the problem child:
I just learned the hard way not to drink (anything) in front of the computer while reading wonkette.
I made it to principle five! On the downside, it seems I’m smoking again and appear to have killed my neighbors.
How convenient he leaves the country just when investigators are figuring out who’s responsible for the California Holocaust.
He says “Snark” like it’s a bad thing…
Snark is as Snark does.
Snark happens.
Snarkalicious.
Or, bitten by a great white Snark.
SNARK GAS! The smeller’s the feller, Mr. Denby. Quit picking on Wonkette, you obsessive old creep.
Finally! An instruction manual (or pamphlet) on how to snark. Thank you Denby.
Did Intern Juli get paged, and have to run off and deliver another baby?
It ain’t easy being the laughing stock of Twitter and the internet.
Marlowe: You’re a heretic. AMC taught us to always drink something in front of the computer while reading Wonkette and Ken hasn’t repudiate that yet.
Also, I have a weird need to see Denby in the Australian parliament. Soon. Possibly being beaten by wombats and ‘roos.
“The knowingness that racial snark appeals to is usually concealed backstairs somewhere in the commodious house of unconscious fear, intolerance and distrust.”
The Guardian is fuckin’ poetic, dood.
“Commodious house of unconscious fear”? This guy needs to get a hobby.
DENBY IS OFFENSIVE:
Fixed that for ya. What a humorless tool. Remind me never to invite him to a party.
From here on all Jameson jokes must be directed at Joseph P. Kennedy II.
We are the makers of snark, Denby, and the liberty that follows our places stops the mouth of all fault-finds.
Speaking (ideally, for the last time) about “fellatio on fornicators, cohabitators, working mothers and other types of fallen women . . . .”
Jeez, I didn’t realized there were so many rules to this snark thing.
Ten pounds for piece of crap? British currency is falling faster than I realized.
I would like to give dear Mr. Denby ten pounds, too! Come a little closer Mr. Denby…closer…closer…
They just reviewed it in the Financial Times Weekend edition, completely ruining that weekend.
Denby, you use your tongue purtier than a ten-dollar whore.
I wish we’d had this article sooner, as it’s abundantly clear that the “invasion of snark into all modern discourse” already reached its apotheosis during this weekend’s outrageous snark-fest concerning Charlie “Baby K.” Smith. Clearly this menace has rendered its users completely incapable of even the merest expression of human warmth and generous sentiment.
No Country for Old Men: An Ode
Here’s to that priggish dolt Denby!
Ne’re more insufferable than when he
Squeaks, “Snark ain’t legit,
On it will I shit.
Oh, prithee! Great Books, do defend me!
Denby is an uppity cracker.