September 2008

By the time this posts

I will be in C, eh? N, eh? D, eh? attending the nephew’s wedding. This is not the first of this generation to wed, but it is certainly one of my favorites. And it’s a chance for the Ogwife to see me in a suit, which she hasn’t done since OUR wedding.

Also, by that time, the Oglet will have made the transition from kid to teenager.And we’re giving her a phone.

may God have mercy on my soul.

Ever drop a load

that stunk so bad you wanted to hire a forensic proctologist to see what crawled up your ass and died?

Me neither.

What? You gotta be shitting me.

A couple weeks ago Broad got to meet Ralph Nader, and seemed to survive.

me, I saw this, and decided that she must be immune to his effects, I nearly lost conciousness in the first ten seconds. Fred Thompson’s campaign seemed energetic by comparison. Don’t click the link unless you’ve had a big coffee, or maybe a Red Bull.

Nader is an evil piece of shit, who wouldn’t know reality of it was inserted in him sans lube, but I had no idea he was this fucking wierd. He makes Kooch look reasoned. A panda suit?

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