Neanderpundit

Going tomorrow to see the Auto Show, not so much to look at cars but to meet friends- anyone interested, we’ll be visiting in front of the WLS broadcast booth, so by all means, stop in if you can between noon and three! Barking moonbats too- we’re interested to see who has the balls to spout their horrid opinions in person.

C’mon down!

you earned this

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Dale Evans and Roy Rogers move their home from California to Branson, Mo.

At the end of the move, Roy is tired and wasted, sits on the porch of his new home, leans back in his chair, takes of his very expensive handmade boots, wanders inside for a good night’s sleep.

Morning comes, and Roy steps outside to find the boots have been gnawed to bits by some feline or another, as is evidenced by the size and shape of the footprints leading off down the path. Roy, in a bad mood anyway, takes off and in short order has caught up with the cougar, and lacking a gun or even a pocketknife wrestles with the cougar for what must seem like ages.

Late that morning, Roy comes back to the front porch. He’s scratched to hell, hair ripped out, clothes in tatters, one sock missing, dragging a lifeless cougar who apparently got the worst of the fight. Dale, sitting on the porch, glances over and says:
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Bad enough I can barely look at Ellison’s blog without seeing the little critters, or being linked to a damned CARNIVAL of them, now Leslie has gone on TV promoting them. Jesus Jumping Christ on a Pogo stick, leave off a minute, willya? I mean,it isn’t as if Retardo the Cat will let me have a moment’s rest with him singing his hell-beast inspired night song, or waking up to a puddle of puke that I swear to god he puked in a crude pentagram, Now I gotta see more catblogging where the fuck I go looking for edutainment? futhuluvagod, cut it OUT for ten minutes. Choo got no heart? damn.