C’mon people, let’s tone up the intellectual content of this section. It’s degenerated into “You stinky-bum, you,” and “Your Auntie eats rubber boots,” level of name calling. Let’s start a new topic of high calibre and deep philosophical import. (Ahem) my Mensa-level bitch… I absolutely HATE my cereal milk turning purple when I add blueberries to my crunchies. I mean, what’s with that? If we can put a man on the moon, and Harper in office, surely we can make blueberries that don’t leak all their damn blueness all over my milk. I know this is a subject that affects all quality humans. —Good Dog Molly

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  1. i really hate it when my borg implants get itchy, because i can’t scratch them

  2. resistance is futile painy.

    GoodDogMolly: May I suggest making the switch from blueberries to bananas. Sure, they taste different, require a little more prep time and don’t contain the same anti-oxidant properties as the berries, but, they are white, (well, off-white anyway) and will not turn your milk blue. Aaaaaannnnd….if you are one of these people that enjoys toast with their cereal, you can save some of the banana and put it on your toast and peanut butter…mmmmmmmmmm

  3. “Let’s start a new topic of high calibre and deep philosophical import.” Good Dog Molly

    An excellent suggestion Good Dog. I also have noticed the dearth of topics containing any observable intellectual content. After a while symptoms of intellectual asphixiation began to become noticeable, gradually culminating in conceptual indigestion and imaginative flatulence, two attributes which perenially mark the bitches and the comments on this site. The question, of course, is how to get such a topic off the ground, so to speak. For one fairly familiar with topics of high calibre and deep philosophical import, let me offer a primer on a way this matter might be addressed.

    Step 1. Look at the topic of the bitch itself, in this case, “Fed up with frivolous bitches.” To borrow a title from one of Orwwell’s essays, the answer to your question is “Right Under Your Nose.” In other words, you ask the first question, that is, what is to be understood by the term “frivlous?” This leads to Step 2.

    Step 2. According to The Concise Oxford Dictionary, “frivolous” is to be understood as being paltry, trumpery, trifling, futile, not serious and silly. I think we have a glossary of descriptors here which might give us a handle on the concept. This leads to Step 3.

    Step 3. This is a crucial step. It involves “the deontological move,” that is, finding an upper-level principle which informs and unifies the various descriptors. The COD defines a “principle” as being a fundamental source, the primary element. So, how do we go about the fundamental source or primary element of “frivolous?” This leads to Step 4, that involving the contrast theory of meaning.

    Step 4. The contrast theory of meaning maintains that something is of a paricular sort because it is not something of another particular sort. For example, an orange is an orange because it isn’t an apple. What then, provides a suitable contrast, the appropriate antonym if you like, for “frivolous?” A general knowledge of terms will prompt the word “serious.” But what is to be understood by “serious?” This leads to Step 5.

    Step 5. The COD defines “serious” as thoughtful, earnest, sober, sedate, or responsible. So there we have it, Good Dog. In order to avoid being fed up with frivolous bitches and comments we must implement a rule whereby only those which are thoughtful, earnest, sober, sedate or responsible are to be entertained.

    A pleasure as always.

    Cheerio!

  4. Paingirl, the implants only itch whilst you retain some percentage of humanity. Clear that out and it will stop. Be the Borg!
    Avast, darn it, I forgot to mention I am Bi. I take both bananas and berries. So even my banana turned blue. (and I am not even male!) Never been a P & B on toast person, however a sandwich of P on one side, cheese on t’other and coleslaw in the middle is pretty fine. The dogs like peanut butter anyway they can get it.
    TTFN would ye be a Python fan? Bring out yer dead! Bring out yer dead!
    MM ( I believe is the preferred handle? ) imaginative flatulence goes a long way towards getting things off the ground, neh? when pointed in the right direction. and the COD ‘piece’ you mention covers a large(ish) area (one hopes) . The importance of being earnest, of course, is amongst my wildest dreams

  5. molly, just woke up and turned this on. good non bitch. i like purple milk myself, but the red/pink is better. and the banana thing, well they have a lot more goodness in them than even garlic, or so a lot of reports will tell you. have you seen too many sick monkies?
    but back to origional content, the bitch board is made up of a cross section of humanity in this town. and as a cross section, you will have your know it alls, the really lame assholes, and the normals, or semi normals. so you have a lot of room to derail any bitch that is posted.
    and as some would guess, there are a very small minority of the very intelligent(m.m.), who deliver themselves down to the level of the bitch boarders. hope that clears some of your questions up?

  6. well, harumph, looks like the purple milk contingent is loud n proud! ( I don’t buy blueberries BTW, I pick ’em, if I can get to them before the darn pup who I foolishly taught to strip the bushes)
    depeche, I gave you that ‘like’ for the bum comment. : ) back at ya.
    and Mr Peters…..if I turn my head, just so, you’ll see that bulge in my cheek? Would be my tongue, yessssssssssssss. I would be a lowest common denominator myself, yes I would. at times. Just making a wee joke.

  7. GP doesn’t get jokes that don’t have the word dick in them, or end with a loud fart.

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    : Good Dog Molly (07/31, 5:26PM)

    Yes, you’re right, Good Dog. Imaginative flatulence must always be pointed in the right direction. In philosophy we call that “teleologically appropriate.” Of course, it must be in earnest. Your Oscar Wilde reference was grasped and it was smashing.

    : george peters (5:40PM)

    Thank you george. Another “like” for you.

    A pleasure as always.

    Cheerio!

  9. smashing references lead to volatile volleys ( I am in the Olympic spurt after watching the Queen parachute with James Bond (shaken, but not stirred, she was)

    and never forget, my philosophical phriend, descartes should never go before the hoarse, he needs the heckling.

  10. I would say putting a man on the moon and Harper in office are the antithesis of each other but that said, solid bitch there Molly. I love putting milk on blueberry crisp and having the purple blueberry/oatmeal flavoured milk to drink by tipping the bowl and guzzling. Gotta love that.
    Lastly, why do blueberries produce purple milk? Shouldn’t it be blue? I let you handle that one Danial Abraham.

  11. Very glad to see that you were on top of this post, montrealman! (07/31/2012 at 4:32 p.m.)

  12. They’re an awesome breed, Baz. Had one living across the street from me when I lived on Chestnut.

  13. I had to go look, didn’t I? Tollers are cute at any age ( we encounter a bitchy one on walkies, and my boy loves to submit to dominant females) but this internet pup is going to launch a whole industry of belly crawling, pus laden, worm brained inbreds who want to get rich on toller puppy mills. How many thousands will want a toller after seeing this, knowing (or caring) absolutely nothing about what that breed of dog needs to stay physically and mentally healthy? They are working dogs. Not for the weekend 1 hour walkers. Who usually degenerate into the ‘not fucking again’ responders when the doggie looks hopefully at the door. And thence into Kijiji posters bleating about how much they love the dog and hate to part with him but thinking only of his welfare, need to ‘re-home’ him. ( I hate that fucking term, I absolutely hate it) and will not ‘vet’ the prospective new owners, but accept the fistful of dollars quite happily and send that poor, loving, confused dog out the door with god knows who. Maybe destined for the labs at the hospital? Maybe into a puppy mill to breed more? Or just another thoughtless moron who fell in ‘love’ with a cute internet toller and wants the latest canine fashion fucking statement.
    but goddam him, isn’t he the cutest thing?

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    : Good dog Molly (07/31, 9:23PM)

    “descartes should never go before the hoarse.”

    Excellent Good dog, excellent. I’ve never heard that one before but it’s not suprising. If anyone came out with that in a graduate philosophy seminar we would all, well, I’m not sure what we would do. I suspect that we would look for extended, possibly metaphorical, meaning in the assertion. What, for example, would the speaker have meant by the “descartes” in lower-case lettering? And what about the Cartesian “hoarse?” In addition to the substantive or denotative sense conveyed by the two terms, there is the relational problem to which the speaker gestures by using the term “before.” On the one hand it initially looks to be a positional relationship – the cart should never be positioned or placed before the horse – but a temporal or diachronical relationship should not be ruled out. The cart should never come before the horse in time. And then there is the problem of the speaker himself. What, if any, is his relationship to Descartes? Is he, like Marlowe was to Shakespeare, perhaps the real but concealed author of the Cartesian “Cogito?” As you can see, Good dog, our graduate philosophical seminar would have made a meal out of this one. I’m giving you a “like.”

    : Starring Biscuit as Lisacunt (08/01, 1:36AM)

    Yes Biscuit, I always try an keep on top of things. As a matter of fact I have been reflecting on the name “Lisacunt” lately. I realize that the name was bestowed by PK in a disparaging sense during an acrimonious dispute about Lisacunt being a small-c conservative to which she (Lizacunt) took exception. However, I find the name “Liza” to be quite attractive and the suffix “cunt” to enhance rather than diminish that attractiveness. After Xeno’s departure – for rehab I suppose – I began to fantasize about Liza and her cunt. I hope she doesn’t mind. A “like” for you as well, dear friend.

    A pleasure as always.

    Cheerio!

  15. Montrealman, I’m asking permission to use ‘Lizacunt’ instead of ‘Lisacunt’ instead. Would that be okay with you? You are the genius behind the more appealing version.

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    : Starring Biscuit as Lisacunt (08/01, 5:15PM)

    Thank you for bringing this to my attention, Biscuit. Reading over my post I saw that I gradually but unintentionally transformed “Lisacunt” into “Lizacunt.” Why was this? Are the terms interchangeable or is there something deeper going on in the recesses of my mind?

    If the transformation does, as you suggest, embody a “more appealing version” of the name then I certainly demur to your judgement but the question then arises as to just why this might be so. Is that “greater appeal” to which you refer to be found, for example, in some form of extra-linguistic – possibly cultural – Slavic eroticism? Perhaps Ivan might shed some light on this. Ivan, are you there?

    In the meantime, Biscuit I shall continue to fantasize about Lisababe’s cunt. I find it increasingly difficult to get it out of my mind. Will it become a obsession? Who knows? Anyway, I hope, that Lisacunt won’t mind.

    A pleasure as always.

    Cheerio!

  17. Man of Montreal. In my country ve have saying:

    “God made pork, but Voman made the pierogie”

    I am vishing you sveet dreams.

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    : Saving Private Ivan (08/01, 8:07PM)

    Yes Ivan, I think see what you mean. “Starring Biscuit as Lisacunt,” are you still there? Do you think Ivan has resolved the dilemma or has he, in standard Slavic fashion, misconceived, confounded and muddled the entire enterprise? One always wonders about the Slavs in general – look at their history – and of Ivan in particular – look at his history – as to the firmness of their grasp on the nature of reality. Anyway Biscuit, I leave that for you to reflect upon it if, indeed, one can coherently reflect upon it at all.

    As a matter of fact Biscuit and as you might imagine, my fantasies about Lisacunt continue. The reason for this, I believe, is that the name “Lisacunt” contains within it the beguiling paradox of the attraction of the female for the male. On the one hand the name “Lisa” conjures up the light, delightful quality of femininity one so cherishes in the female but, at the same time, the name “cunt” captures her essential, embodied nature, her rutting sexuality if you will. It is this paradoxical combination, Biscuit, which I believe sweeps all before it. At least it has for me.

    Now, if you don’t mind, I think I’ll take “a breather,” so to speak, and fantasize about Lisacunt.

    A pleasure as always.

    Cheerio!

  19. I’m still here, Montrealman. Just reading over Ivan’s responses and wondering about Slavic women.

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