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All you need to know about the 200 Comment 9 Moons Niblets Post. Srsly.

There’s the foretelling

Then the prissily anynomous TBM comes out (dirty fucking DAMUites)

ESO – Let’s use MoArch as the Golden Rod of Entrance Into the Hallowed Caverns Of The Bloggernacle!

Various post-modern blatherations as to the wisdom of this by various commentators while Prissily Anonymous TBM 1 and 2 continue to shout Huzzah! at the notion of MoArch as gateway to the ‘nacle.

Ardis: 350 pages of tightly argued, historically backed, heavily footnoted arguments… that everyone ignores, engaging Ardis on completely unrelated topics.

My Name is Steve Evans. My Opinion Is Quite Important. Even if it is a ‘solid meh’.

then

OH MY GOD PLEASE SCRUB MY BRAIN OUT WITH BLEACH TO REMOVE THE CONCEPT OF A ‘MANWHICH’ FEATURING STEVE EVANS

Scott B: I’m Jonah, blame me! Don’t get swallowed by you’re own navels! (comment Number 47. Thread at 200+ at counting now)

Scott + Steve + MCQ {{HUG}}

chanson + Helmut: Controversy? We shall riposte!

Prissy Anonymous TBM 2: DIE HERETIC SCUM!

Various laughter and grab-ass, punctuated by Steve Evans puncturing Helmut

The Starch Strikes Back – Return of Prissy Anonymous TBM 2: THEY’RE INFILTRATING OUR BLOGS!

Various sausage making details about the benign overlardship of MoArch and the *sniff* heart rending process of de-listing

*Imperial Theme* – The Return of Darth Helmut

And the scintillating rejoinder from John the Jedi.

Accompanied by the strangely Yodaesque hissy fit of Prissy Anonymous TBM

WARRIORS!.…. COME OUT AND PLAY!

Geoff brings out the ol’ weasel.

Hair pull, face smack, yawn….

Nobody’s said fuck yet.

yawn… now their debating Steve Evans behavior… which is sort of like debating the behavior of the Marquis de Sade. Masterful, divisive, makes you think, and TOTALLY FUCKING BATSHIT INSANE with a cherry on top

OK, so the end of it is like this endless game of Hipster Mormons & exmos shouting ‘END’ to the 200 comment thread on 9 Moons. I’m done.

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Jack, honey, your tips are awesome. If a flight ever lands me in Chicago and I’m stuck due the storm of the century, shall have to buy you a mild barley drink. My eyes go all glassy when I see ‘Niblets’, so I missed this gem of a dick measuring contest.

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