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Smack! What a Happy Drug! Smack Is The Happiest Drug I've Done!	Mar. 31st, 2008 @ 12:26 pm

I recently got talked smack about. By someone who very much should not have been talking the smack. It wasn't a close personal friend, so I don't feel deeply betrayed, but it was a person who knew very little of one part of one situation and who could maybe possibly get in a vat of hot water for having talked smack in the manner that the smack was talked in. I found out about this last Wednesday, and for the last five days I have gone around smiling and seeming okay but on the inside stewing, seething, and feeling as though I have been converted into a walking-and-talking question mark, because what if the smack talking alters the trajectory of some other things and do I really deserve this in the first place and wahhhhh. Not recommended, by the way. It reminds me of when I used to compete in beauty pageants and people would leave horrible anonymous comments on pageant message boards about what a bad singer I am or how I have a big visible vein sticking out of my forehead. Only this time I cannot perform the ego-saving measure of imagining to myself that the smack was talked for reasons of personal jealousy. O woe! O discordia!

The uproarious punchline to this vignette (because there has to be one, doesn't there, otherwise I could be accused of being a self-indulgent bore in laboriously recounting it all for you) is that a friend of mine, in a fit of indignant Google-rage, discovered that Ye Olde Talker of Smacke is perhaps just reeling from the frustration of a failed film career. IMDB has yielded that the person made some deeply regrettable (and hilarious!) career choices in the 1980s. This may prove useful if we ever determine that the Courthouse of Snarky Justice is now in session. You have been charged with Petty Pettiness, smack talker. How do you plead?

Stupid smack talker. I punch your head.

engage

From:	son_of_ottie
Date:	March 31st, 2008 05:25 pm (UTC)

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Ooooooh! Nina Hagen has a song called SMACK JACK! "It's a DRAG with a monkey on your back, Smack Jack!"
I wish you could somehow secretly tell me who this is! I love unfortunate 80s career mistakes!

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From:	fishmonger19
Date:	March 31st, 2008 06:12 pm (UTC)

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I don't regret Smooth as Silk OR The Mysterious Mr. M. Fuck you for judging.

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From:	iskew
Date:	March 31st, 2008 08:37 pm (UTC)

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Where that fucker at? I'll fuck them up good. Hell, my 4 year old will fuck them up. We don't take kindly to smack-talkers. I think Addy would seriously knee-cap anyone talking smack about her Angela. She'd fuck 'em up good.

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From:	turandot
Date:	March 31st, 2008 09:16 pm (UTC)

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It is easy to despise what you cannot get."

If I were you, I'd ask myself: how do I know that this isn't an instance of someone's jealousy turning into spite? Sometimes it is not given for us to know the reason for the sour grapes, we just know they are there.

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From:	asiswellknown
Date:	April 1st, 2008 02:54 am (UTC)

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The Courthouse of Snarky Justice is always in session.

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