First you’re lonely:

Then you’re in love:

After that, you’re on your own, bitch (kittehs!):


Paul on Gustav

August 31, 2008

I know, that title sounds more like a gay porno flick but you’ll get what I mean after watching this:

I think Ron Paul is a little nutty sometimes but he has this exactly right regarding the people living in the path of Hurricane Gustav.


August 29, 2008

This is why I really love politics: Sarah Palin’s husband, Todd. I think he drills for things (or something like that).

She’s pretty smokin’, too. PUMAs and Cougars and Bears, oh my.

I read this today in the comments section of one of the blogs I frequent:

I am having an Obamapalooza party if [Obama] wins. And I don’t want to think about what I will do if he doesn’t. I will be truly depressed and wear black for weeks.

That scares me a little bit. “Truly depressed”? Really? I live my own life. My mental state (and clothing color choice) doesn’t depend on who’s president. And McCain and Obama aren’t that different in their positions, anyway. It’s not like we’re choosing between Hitler and Jesus.

Closets are for clothes (some made out of hundreds of animal skins) and you gotta start somewhere:

Once you’ve freed yourself from the closet, don’t go crazy (as tempting as it might be):

Then again, you shouldn’t be too picky, bitch (unless you want to be alone):

Been a while for teh rules. I thought they deserved another round. Sa, Sa, Sa, Samantha Fox, anyone?

Naughty girls need orchestra hits (and love) too.

Even no talent bitches can get lucky(and never leave your coke on the drum).

All work and no play makes Jack a dull (but stimulated) boy:

No rule here. I just think that this has to be the worst title ever for a song:

I can’t believe it has been a year already since the last Celtic Games (or as I like to call it, Pornography). The one day of the year where I get to watch a bunch of hot, sweaty, beefy manflesh throw large inanimate objects around (and grunt a lot). Did I mention that they serve beer? Heaven has a name.