I knew girl named Summer in high school. She had a nice end. I’ve got some work to do before the snow falls, so the break in the heat is welcome, but winter always brings difficulties. Yes I know summer doesn’t really end for another 3 weeks or so with the Autumnal Equinox. I don’t celebrate commie holidays, so I needed another theme. I choose to celebrate Labor Day most years by working as hard as I can at something for which I won’t be paid, as a remembrance of what communism really is.
Everyone shut your smollet hole and pay attention for a second. Donald Trump is god’s gift to conservatives. You may quibble with his demeanor, his communication style, or his brash NY sensibilities. You may not quibble with his results. As George Washington once said of the great Civil War general Winston Churchill, ‘I can’t spare this man. He fights.’
Ladies and gentleman, I believe this is the difference between the GOP and Trump voters. The CC republicans can’t and won’t fight, whereas his base is begging for it. Brigadier General Jay-Z said it best when referring to the chickenheads of the Afrikorps on the eve of the battle of Saratoga…
Now once upon a time not too long ago A nigga like myself had to strong arm a ho (never trump) This is not a ho in the sense of having a pussy But a pussy having no goddamn sense try and push me I tried to ignore ’em, talk to the Lord Pray for ’em, cause some fools just love to perform You know the type, loud as a motorbike But wouldn’t bust a grape in a fruit fight
If that doesn’t perfectly describe Jonah Goldberg I don’t what does. Loud as a motorbike, but couldn’t bust a grape in a food fight. Dammit man, do a few burpees and have some self respect.
Today’s model is a gorgeous and slim bed duster. You’re welcome! Please put down your ski masks, white face, clothesline, and red hats and welcome Antonella Khallo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!11
Hello fellow tempters of dairy freshness and welcome to another edition of Big Boob Friday. Huzzah! It’s been a glorious week on this here corner of the internet. It turns out that we do not like AOC and are split as to whether or not butter should remain between 33-35 degrees F at all times. Who would have thunk it?
A frightened Ms Bellringer gets a glimpse of MJs gentleman’s sausage Continue reading →
Good morning, Happy Halloween, and welcome to another edition of Hunky Hump Day. I could have poated a Halloween song, but I thought, nah, we’ll be inundated enough with “Spooky”, “Monster Mash”, and “Werewolves of London”, let’s go for something different. I found this song from an article about Coral Castle in Florida.
Now for the Halloween hunks.
Birthday boy Dermot Mulroney. Continue reading →
So, it’s almost time for the best non-holiday holiday of the year. We’ve been cooped up in our wintry nests long enough that it seems reasonable for us to rely on a rodent to scry our future – whatevs; the little beast prolly can’t be any worse at it than the local weather man/woman/person/Akava’ine/ Bakla/Bissu/ Calabai/Fa’afafine/ Fakaleiti/ Hijra/ Kathoey/ Khanith/ Koekchuch/ Māhū Maknyah/ Mukhannathun/ Muxe/ Sworn virgin/ Takatāpui/ Travesti/ Two-Spirit/ Winkte…. you get the point.
I had someone say to us “that’s not the last $5000 mistake you’ll make.”
The number really isn’t important because it’s relative, however, it’s the permission from ourselves to make the wrong decision. It happens to everyone. And it will not end life as we know it unless it’s some dummy like Biden fooling around and bragging about having access to the nuclear codes.
My husband often says after we (or our children) make a decision, “now, make it the best decision.” Which of course means, make it work.
