Something we do by the numbers, or by nomination? '08's top comment is, um, let's see...

This.

Wow. I don't think any comment could beat that one. Can we just make MG emperor of VideoSift?

If by numbers, he obviously wins. And nomination would need different categories, I guess. That's too much for this procrastinator to handle.

>> ^schmawy:
Something we do by the numbers, or by nomination? '08's top comment is, um, let's see...
Yours.

I am a particular fan of This one.
Had me laughing out loud for days. I still get a smile on my face when I think about it.

I like pot brownies

I like turtles.

I think it's a swell idea. How 'bout "most underrated comment". Might be my peculiar tastes, but I've seen a lot of hilarious 2-pointers that should have been starred.

Oh, and Blankfist, ^that one's surely going to the top!

>> ^schmawy:
Oh, and Blankfist, ^that one's surely going to the top!

Foiled again!!! Bwah-haw-haw!

>>This


>>This one

Yes, and at least as much yes.

http://www.videosift.com/talk/Lynching-and-an-apology#comment-424811

^thanks for the plug, sweetie

I'll make sure I "plug you" later.

I was gonna do this, had the idea after someone metioned a comment to me, but as usual I bailed. And I totally agree with Schmawy, there are some gems out there, that people don't seem to notice. Maybe we should have a competition to see who can find the randomest comments that have gone unnappreciated. I think most people will remember this one though, very funny.

Don't worry everybody, i speak jive.

He said "What ho old chally-chapperston, there appears to be a wing-ed insect of some description attempting to make a jolly of a landing in my old mouth-a-roonie. Be a good chap and let's make haste to leave this general vicinity of country description, my eyesight is giving me a pickle of a spot of bother to boot! Wotwotwot?"

One of my personal favorites, at four votes; the story of Swampgirl and the Angel of Mercy, Barry Gibb...

>> ^swampgirl:
Barry Gibb almost hit me with his car once.
It was the summer of 79, I was about 11 I think. I was vacationing in Daytona Beach with relatives. We swam all day, everyday. It could get a little dangerous running between the cars on the way in and out the water. You may [not] be able to now, but back then you could drive on the beach.
My cousins had left the water and were almost back to the hotel. I on the other hand was trailing behind.
Running as fast as I could to catch up, I almost ran smack into an oncoming yellow Corvette. I tripped on my float too and fell flat on my face. I got up and looked at the driver. Barry Gibb.
He was there, feathered winged hair-do and everything! Ok, he had dark glasses, but that didn't matter damnit.
I gaped for about 5 seconds, then ran back and told everyone. They laughed. Why didn't I speak to him and get his autograph or something? Duh.
I don't know, I was just a stupid kid. It was him though.