Starpower & Crapblogging
Dick here while Og’s having the varicose vein procedure done on his ballsack.
Hey, is it just me, or does anybody else want to see a video of Sheryl Crow wiping her ass with just one square of toilet paper? Actually, I’d really like to see if it could be done, especially considering some of the Episiotomy inducing bombs I’ve dropped over the years.
Sheryl baby, you make the video and send it to me. I can promise that I’ll do my level best to distribute it around in order to make your anal induced dreams come true.
What the fuck happens to people when they become wealthy and famous? Do they all become seven different shades of stupid? Do they drink some sort of special water, which gives normal folks the shits, but in their case it destroys brain cells? I know it doesn’t happen in every case, but it damn sure seems to happen alot. You’d think some tiny bit of reality might reach up, and slap these idiots about their heads and shoulders. Maybe even knock a little sense into them, but Miss Crow once again proves that a pretty voice and pretty face (I’d do her) have absolutely dick to do with what’s resting inside her brainpan. God damned tree huggers. They should be skewered, alive.
Here Sheryl, I want you to go hang out with these nice folks.
Have a good one and if Og wants me to fuck up his living room carpet again tomorrow, I’ll be back.

Pretty face or not, she doesn’t do a thing for me. I may have married a liberal, but my wife is too smart to say or even think anything as dumb as what Ms. Crow is spouting.
I like smart women. They’re a lot more fun in the long run.
The prepping many of the budding celebs go thru includes very heavy handed left-leaning indoctrination. A small but telling thing is how the parents of the youngest are cajoled into pinning many different colored ribbons on their future meal tickets budding stars that the kids have no real knowledge of. If they started out with any common sense it was drummed out of them by making it clear such “could” be bad for advancement in “this competitive” industry. Given all the sly inuendo they are drenched in from the first, it’s no wonder so many wend there way up and out thru casting couches.
varicose ball vein spam?
insurance don’t cover that procedure, painfully.
actually, I had my inner child’s ass whipped.
How ya feeling Bud?
How are you, og?
No, that’s an image I’ll pass on. So to speak.