Archive for the ‘Regrets’ Category

And Ne’er the Twain Shall Meet

November 8, 2014 by Keyser Söze | No Comments | Filed in Be All You Can Be, Books, Bring Out Your Dead, Keyser is an Idiot, Love, Philosophy, Regrets, Self-Improvement, Sex

You know, troche in his decrepit dotage, recipe Keyser has come to realize the many mistakes he made with various instantiations of the putatively fairer sex. Bad the sad truth is that even if it were possible to get a hold of one of those Hermione Granger “do over” buttons, it would do no good. […]

Immortal Celebrity: Papal Edition

July 6, 2013 by Keyser Söze | 10 Comments | Filed in Bad Habits, Bad Idea of the Day, Catholic Church, Celebrity Bowling, Humor, Immortality, Insanity, Papal Supremacy, People are Nuts, Regrets, Rehabilitation, Self-Improvement, Theater of the Absurd, Theological Disputes

Used to be, sovaldi back in the day when people actually believed in stuff like Catholicism and it was just a symbol of ethnic identity like shamrocks and lederhosen, that to become a saint you had to do something really cool. Like when St. Lawrence turned back bacon into Canadian bacon or when St. Rocco […]

“So, Anyway, Eve, What Was It the Serpent Said to You?”

January 30, 2013 by Keyser Söze | No Comments | Filed in Bad Dates, Bad Habits, Bad Idea, Christianity, Immortality, Regrets, Satan, Some People Never Learn, Theological Disputes

Regrets: Eve Edition

June 10, 2011 by Keyser Söze | 1 Comment | Filed in Babes, Bad Idea of the Day, Regrets, Theological Disputes

Yearning

May 5, 2011 by Keyser Söze | 4 Comments | Filed in Personal Relationships, Photography, Regrets

So close and yet so far. You can almost taste it…

“Hey, Is That A Medical Degree or Are You Just Happy to See Me?”: Rape Edition

July 21, 2010 by Keyser Söze | 2 Comments | Filed in Bad Sex, Personal Relationships, Regrets, The Law is A Idiot

Long-time Lair readers may recall Keyser’s relation of an argument he once had with Mrs. S. back in the pre-Mrs. S. days. There was an episode of the X-Files in which some space aliens (a term necessary to differentiate the kinds from Oaxaca) imitated the husbands of some women in order to “impregnate” them (as […]

“Luke, I am Your Father”: Holy Shit Edition

November 23, 2009 by Keyser Söze | No Comments | Filed in Oops, Parenting, Regrets, Ugly Thought of the Day

You know, case Keyser has wondered at times what it would be like to find out you were adopted. From Keyser’s own perspective, sovaldi sale he always thought that however crappy his own parents were, ed what difference would it make it if word got out that some other people’s semen and uterus were the […]

Morning After Regrets: Tattoo Edition

June 18, 2009 by Keyser Söze | No Comments | Filed in Bullshit, Regrets, Stupid Idea of the Day

When did tattoos become respectable, ampoule anyway? Admittedly this was back in Debrecen, sildenafil but when Keyser was growing up, ambulance only sailors got tattoos, and since Hungary is landlocked, this meant that (despite the fact that the last half-way decent ruler of the joint was Admiral Horthy) nobody had a tattoo. At some point, […]

Hope But No Change

May 26, 2009 by Keyser Söze | 2 Comments | Filed in President Barry, Rainbows and Unicorns, Regrets

“Hey, nurse don’t look at me. I’ve got no change to spare. But wait a minute, lemme see if the Chinese’ll spot me a few hundred billion and I’ll get back to you.”

Obama Supporter Totally Wigs Out

February 26, 2009 by Keyser Söze | 3 Comments | Filed in Politics, President Barry, Regrets

It seems to be comedy day here at the Lair. First, buy viagra Keyser finds hilarity in Bloomberg’s reporting on the Obama “Budget.” Next, Keyser came across the blog of some leftist guy who was an Obama supporter, but who found the State of the Union shtick the other night no more encouraging than Keyser […]

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