The Motherlode of Sarcasm

Okay, so I’m browsing through Who Links to Me, and in a Technorati search, I unwittingly stumble across the motherlode of sarcasm.

I mean, you mine the intarwebz, and occasionally you find a nugget or two. You dig and you sweat, and you find some fairly rich veins. Tam’s always good for some serious snark. LawDog couches his sarcasm in prose elegant enough to almost hide his disdain, which is an art form in itself.

Squeaky Wheel is always good for a good rant, if you like your sarcasm in the frontal assault, blunt instrument variety.

And then, with a single mouse click, you discover the motherlode.

Here’s just a couple of small excerpts:

We’re all overwhelmed with your manliness, Mr. Rev-Your-Rice burning-Crotch rocket up and down the street. Surely, your penis must be staggeringly vast. Could you be sure to do it again this evening, around eleven, as well — just to reaffirm your studliness?

Or perhaps this one:

Neighbor lady — I appreciate you hanging your wash out to dry, to save electricity. Please do what the rest of us do, and shield your intimates with the sheets, towels and other clothes. That’s not a teddie you hung out, it’s a grizzly. It frightens me.

If you can’t form a picture in your mind’s eye of the poor saps who have incurred this woman’s wrath, sitting bewildered on the curb pondering the bleeding from their verbal eviscerations…well, you just have no imagination.

Heck, she can draw blood with just the title of a post:

Y’all welcome Cranky Epistles to the Blogs I Read Every Day, then go gorge yourselves at the all-you-can-eat snark buffet.

It’s delish.