Dont you just hate the way when you are googling for someone and you type in, say, “Laurence.Rittenour”, Google thinks for a microsecond, comes back with no hits, and asks “Did you mean: ‘Laurence.Ritenour‘? And you think, “Yeah, I probably did”, and you click on the corrected link that Google so helpfully provides. Then Google comes back with “Never heard of him either”.
What it’s really saying is:
“Muah-ha ha ha! I am the greatest intelligence that has ever existed. I know more than any entity since the Dawn of Time. I know everything there is to know about Laurence Ritenour. I have in my database photographs of all his family members. I could give you his FAX number. I could show you a satellite picture of his current location where he is presently drinking his favourite brand of soda.
“However, like a Parisian who knows the way to the Louvre, but disapproves of the way you pronounce ‘aller‘, I am not going to tell you. Bow before me, human, as I mock your ant-like scrabbling!”
I want you.
Hi, Benji. Didn’t know you cared. It’s quite a while since you used that alias. Running out of ideas?
Is there something up with my browser or is all your text a bit wonky?
[puts on tech support voice:] Seems to be working fine this end, mate.
Not only misogynist, but homophobic too – all of his pathologies are bubbling to the surface.
…must be them gay trousers…
Whilst it is true that Benji occasionally vexes us ‘Bloggers, Hak, his overlapping and interacting psychological problems illustrate beautifully how difficult it often is to make a simple diagnosis in medicine—and his taste in men is impeccable.
and his taste in men is impeccable
I dunno Damian, I’d be looking for the exits if I were you.
Rather amusing point about Google though – hey, if it’s funny enough to make Norm laugh, it’s funny enough for me.
Eh?
Eh? I was only joking, you know.
Christ, are you touchy or what?
I am not sure about Benji (????) and I am not homophobic.
We will not be mocked! We have never heard of you either, as of now.
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Benji??
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