All hail the Queens of comedy

I almost got political today. I’ve had my fill of so much bullshit today, that I want to scream, and *almost* get political. I will say this much, though:

Despite my many complaints, and unhappiness at the current state of affairs… I still love being an American and can’t think of a better place to be. The United States of America still remains the greatest country on the planet, and if anyone has a problem with that, feel free to leave.

… the planet, that is.
The Challenger II is almost gassed up, and now boarding at terminal 5.

I crave humor and levity now… and some ladies on the web delivered.
This town needs an enema!!!

A message FROM the lovely Robyn: “I’ve run INTO quite a few people .. and blogs .. that could use one of these today. Their shit is so backed up, their eyeballs are floating.

So feel free to take one down, pass it around. Call it the gift that keeps on giving, and giving, and giving… ”

  • Maria treats us guys to a shot of her p**sy!!!
  • Next up is a new segment to give Lisa Whirrett a run for her money. I shall call them “Anne-isms“:
    Ladies – just because you’ve destroyed your own sense of smell, doesn’t mean you have to destroy mine. … stop buying that cheap-ass ‘Eau de Parisian Whore on Crack’ scent FROM the dollar store! “ok… one more:

    “Thank God there’s no ‘People for the Ethical Treatment of Clueless Men’ Society. Wouldn’t that just frizz the short and curlies and ruin an otherwise eventful day.”

  • Bran gives new meaning to the word, uhm, “Boar’s Head
  • *lights a cigarette*
    So, was it good for you, too?

    Premonitions…

    Jeezus! I’ve been asleep for a half-hour when I just jolted out of bed with a horrific vision:

    A little boy, dark hair, wearing all blue, crossing a street.
    A greyish/dark green van just mowed him down.

    The thing is, the van didn’t even stop. He went under, and at least two wheels ran over him. And there wasn’t a damn thing we could do about it!

    The Angel with no name…

    (A conversation in the darkness)

    “I did good, right?”

    “You didn’t have to. We would have fought the armies of Hell for you.”

    “I know… but there’s enough going on.”

    “You didn’t have to do this. You were meant to be.”

    “Apparently not. Hey, there’s an reason for all of this. We just don’t know it yet.”

    You inherited my uncanny ability of bad timing…
    And my sense of self-sacrifice.
    Off to the Heavens, my little warrior angel….

    Daddy will always love you.

    Carry the 7, stoopid!

    I was working out a complex formula.
    Due to a mathematical error, the results proved beyond a shadow of a doubt that I don’t exist.

    *WHEW*
    I suck at math.

    On a personal note, a certain unnamed caseworker has a broken leg due to a freak accident.
    “Curse of the Warlock” strikes again.
    *SweetLittleInnocentGrin*

    Movin’ on up!

    Well, as of this afternoon it became official:

    I received an email from the Microsoft Site Builder Network… my status has been upgraded from Level One up to Level Two!!!
    And let me tell you…they don’t just let anyone into the Site Builder Network…your site has to be inspected and display some high tech stuff….and that’s just Level One!
    I received this email, as I had a client over to discuss their website…

    Proud of me??? :>

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