
Poor Chad McNally! Those two years spent on-again, off-again with a donkey must have been traumatic. Expecting the masculine to pay for everything, gloating about having briefly dated “a senator’s son,” monitoring his every move – no wonder the poor guy dumped the burro for good when he caught her using purloined passwords to riffle through his emails and FB messages. Sound familiar?
As everyone well knows, even after Rainy dumped Donk’s raft ass, the terror went on. Texting and phoning several times a day, then posting and emailing one and all about a “New Year’s Eve breakdown,” in which Donk despaired over losing the beautiful and loving home they once shared.
What’s an aging DJ to do with all this unwanted attention? Journal his thoughts, of course, and turn that trauma into a BOOK. Yoo hoo, St. Martin’s!
While Rain & Rainbow may now be friends on FB – it’s easier than saying no, because she’ll never stop hounding – his in-progress “novella” is clearly much-needed therapy.
Any suggestions for a title?
Next: A pimpin’ pizza extravaganza.
Update: Both Grifty and my sister asked about access to comments on mobile, because there’s nothing one can click at the end of posts if scrolling through the blog. But you can easily access the comments for each post by clicking the tiny comment icon directly underneath the headline and to the right of the date. In the image below, the numeral nine is to the right of the comment link:
Also, if you click on the headline and scroll down, the comments will appear. Sorry for any confusion; I’m still trying to adjust to some of the changes, too.
Primero.
What happened to Lilly?
Donkey got the dog during her Georgetown tenure. Lilly dead.
I hope his novella has character names as hard to decipher as Mark Judge’s book, Bart OKavanaugh anyone?
Judy Albertson? Cayley Lo? Davy Stock? Brandon Franklin? Jenny Russolo?
Monsters of narcissism, the both of them. I’m sure Chad’s book will be insightful as fuck.
Surely whatever 20something groupie he’s currently banging will be impressed?
Wonder if he’ll address sexism, as in his own? Yeah, didn’t think so. None of these people are self-aware enough to write anything worth reading.
Amen to that forever!
Judging from his music, the book will be the same sentence over and over again for 500 pages.
Hey now, the kids just love Rain’s pre-recorded set that he’s been playing for the last six years.
Never forget: http://rebloggingdonk.com/2017/06/05/the-kids-are-wild-about-balding-middle-aged-dj-phutureprimitive-the-same-set-hes-been-playing-since-2011/
LIKE BUTTON.
Ho boy.
Gilly is this a…joke? Or is this real intel?
YOU are kidding, right?
Nope! But I guess you’re not either. Eek.
Have you truly forgotten or are you playing us? You’re the source, lover. The novella is coming from inside the house.
“He was understandably distressed by that post, and wanted me to know it was one of the reasons he had written his novella about why people hurt people.”
Rain the Donkeyphucker intellectual acumen’s is comparable to Jullia Allison’s.
I can’t wait to read his thoughts on love, life and relationships in print form.
‘scuse YOU. He is a sage and a king.
Indeed, FLM! Nevah forget Chad’s turn as Abigail Van Buren:
http://rebloggingdonk.com/2017/10/29/dear-chad/
Didn’t he also post this huge laundry list of every woo therapy he’d ever gone through right when he was moving out the last time? There was something about chair therapy, if I remember. He was also big into hallucinogens. Just another narcissist thinking he’s figured it all out, yet continues to hurt and use the women in his life.
Yes, and the list was INSANE. Filled with every self-abuse book and crackpot seminar he’d attended in the last year. One book was seriously titled something along the lines of Loving Yourself More, Vol. 2. Who has the time for such endless navel gazing?
If I weren’t a pacifist, I’d be happy to give him some chair therapy. Right upside the head.
Maybe that’s the reason for the ubiquitous hoods?
MY EMPIRE OF DIRT — How Everyone I Know Goes Away In the End (Except Donk)
The Hood Hides My Hairline
I’ll be Playing at 9AM: My Life as a Terrible DJ
How to Make Music with GarageBand
I’ll take The Hood Hides My Hairline for $400, Alex.
tweedling for dummies
Just another comment about the new site software…the search function is AMAZEBALLS. it no longer restricts searches to headlines, but includes article copy as well.
I searched for ‘chair therapy’ to try to find Rain’s post about all the woo healing he had gone through, and it called up the appropriate article, even though the exact therapy he used was called ‘transformational chairwork.’
It really is a great improvement over the old site.
It is a vast improvement, but we’ve lost some helpful moderator functions. Hopefully we can get a few of them back when tweaking.
Julia’s head will surely explode if her ex publishes a book before she does. Boom!
Book fluffer?
“before she does” = ever
Why can’t she dress up without constantly showing off her tree trunks? She looks like John Cena in a wig and rah rah skirt.
also: tutu-pull is the new skirt-pull.
That picture of Rain is hilarious. Can you imagine actually posing for a picture like that? How would you even ask a friend/acquaintance to take such a picture? ‘I really need a close-up picture of me looking intense and dramatic and just a little SEXY from under my hood while my battered silver rings frame my face.’
Also wanted to echo my compliments and thanks to Gilly and GSOB and the engineer for all the hard work on the new site! It looks fantastic and I’m so pleased that everything is staying in one place (as awesome as some of the new site name suggestions were). Thank you all so much!
Thanks, Hroswitha! We’re still tweaking some functions, but I do love the new site’s look and speed. Note that we did remove “ReDiscovering Donk” from the header, replacing it with the much loved “They Call Me Donkey.”
What makes me think the perfect title for Chad’s book is “They call her Donkey”.
“They Call Her Donkey and They Call Me Horndog” – now that’s an HONEST title.
The Adventures of Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Donk
“They call her donkey: she still calls me constantly“
Tweaking/tweedling.
looks wrecked. bags and dark circles under his eyes – he been partyin’ hard.
I’d say 99% of promotional photos make me howl with laughter inside for this exact reason. “I want it to look like I’m in a Bergman film, you know? How to do that, though . . . I’ve never seen any. I’ve got my snood and my big rings, so give me a second and then ask me about my suffering and my chair therapy.”
The Passion of Rain? Rain & Alexander? Autumn Rain? Smiles of a Summer Rain? The Virgin Rain? Rain & Whispers? Scenes from a Rain? Hour of the Rain? Through a Rain Darkly? Wild Rain? The Seventh Rain?
Oh, who am I kidding? Chad McNally has never seen a Bergman film. He’s a cultural wasteland, like the rest of the woos.
Constantly Changing Persona
Scenes from a Self-Marriage
Marry me. Both of you.
HAHAHAHAHA!
The Whore-ential Fall of Rain & the Ineffable Sewage Blowback
I also love promotional photos. I love the black and white moody ones, where the singer-songwriter is kneeling and looking pensive next to the railroad tracks. I love the barely recognizable former lead singer from an 80’s rock group on his solo tour, who is standing in front of so much smoke that he looks like maybe a magician. I love when someone like Peyton Oswald is giving his best Blue Steel to the camera, like a sexy guy. Rain and his stupid hoods are right up there with the best for me.
Here’s a thing I also love: when actors on a red carpet are doing perfect sexy face or intense stare or whatever, but the camera angle or the flash lights up TOO MUCH and what we see is a woman deliberately making the most embarrassing face possible, and it is the most embarrassing because it’s sincere. I’m always like, “Whoops! Caught ya, Lea Michele.”
Somewhere there’s a fauxto of A Donkey’s contortions accidentally reflected in a mirror, and it’s brilliant.
I love our new basement. Fast, easier on the eyes and works well on mobile. Bravo.
Chad’s new FB fauxto. Can you say photoshop? Judy liked it because they’re still in each other’s lives as friends.
She posted a dusty goddess group and tagged 12 goddesses and only 5 liked and not even Wali.. or did hr follow Ali Scammy?
[JORDACTED] eyes?
I do kinda feel bad for the poor bastard. He’s probably suffering from PTSD after having spent time with that fucking loon. It’ll probably take him years to recover and be the hood wearing DJ (mp3 player) he used to be..
How often do we think he washes those beanies? I cannot imagine how ashamed of his baldness he has to be to keep wearing them in the gregdamn desert. Dude, NO ONE CARES.
This. I’m certain Corey Stoll and Vin Diesel don’t have a problem getting a date, and Chad is actually the best looking guy that Julia has dated in eons.
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