Comments on Notes From The Prayer Warrior

I'm praying as hard as I can for Hutch's death.

Whoa, Fnarf just channeled Batu.

No. I'm hating the hater. Right wing Christians FUCK OFF.

Well, maybe the real problem is - Hutch has no blood!

Does he go out during the day?
Is he afraid of Garlic?
Does he flinch from Crosses? Oh yeah. Sorry about that.

The fog of war just gets murkier.

"Couldn't draw blood - so have to see a specialist". Either: 1) he's confused about how to describe what's going on, or 2) he's purposefully trying to be mysterious and melodramatic, or 3) he's confused and melodramatic.

If he only now is "having to see a specialist" it makes something common like diabetes a bit more likely - and something weird and serious like leukemia less likely. But who knows.

The smoke and fog gets thicker….

Thank you, UW Doc.

I love "Notes from the Prayer Warrior" so much I'm willing to abstain from praying for Hutch's death just so it continues.

Well you know how it is - specialists cost money. How's he gonna pay for it, what with the fradulent credit card charges and all....

Sheesh, I was a MUCH better liar when I was a teenager, and STILL my parents saw through it most of the time. What's with these prayer warriors?

Downstairs herpes.

You know what they say about great minds spinning around the same circles, so it was no coincidence that at the very moment I was praying the shit-eating confection called 'fnarf' would fuck off & die, the shit-eating confection called 'fnarf' was praying for the death of my man Hutch. How cool is that?

Christians won't let teenagers get abortions and Jews think the bible is a real estate document giving the Israel.

Religions are the cause of all the problems in the world.

Unable to draw blood? Maybe they wanted to do a fasting draw, but Hutch can't understand what "no food for X hours" means. Or is it that he's so morbidly obese that the phlebotomist can't find a vein through all that fat?

I stick with my original diagnosis of demonic possession.

Uh, that couldn't possibly have been the real fnarf commenting above. Right?

I didn't realize that there were docs who specialized in drawing blood.

Hutch is practicing for the Gothic Pageantry at the Vogue. Nothing to see here, folks.

Yes, Not Fnarf, it was me. I'm in a real bad mood today. These assholes have succeeded in destroying the foundations of the United States, which means I'm rather less inclined to humor their sad little stories than usual. Fuck off, Hutch; fuck right off. Have a Triple Whopper With Cheese; hell, have three. I'll buy.

"I didn't realize that there were docs who specialized in drawing blood." - Posted by keshmeshi

Exactly. Makes no sense at all.

The fog the fog... is that you Fnarf?

I am here, my son.