Fuck off. While you're at it, fuck off. When you're done with that, fuck off. Once you've finished that, fuck off. Then to top it off, fuck off. In case you missed it
It's May, the temperature is rising, the NBA playoffs are half over, Dick Cheney is still alive, and the white coloring on my girlfriend's Hello Kitty trampstamp is coming in nicely thank you
Detroit is coming out with a car that gets 34/41 MPG and the trade magazines can't stop wetting themselves over what an accomplishment the 2010 Ford Fusion will be.
or, what's weak this week
Fox Sports and their little dancing robot
LAME LAME LAME LAME
At some point I figure I'll take the time to do this on a semi-regular basis, but for the time being I'll settle for this typed version of one of my favorite sketch comedy bits.
It won't happen regardless, but the thought process here is rather intriguing.
Tis the season, and after dealing with a month plus of xmas commercials even before the elections wee finished has me in the mood to send Santa my list, so here it is Mr. Claus:
I hope I hope I hope I hope I hope I hope I hope I hope I hope I hope I hope I hope I hope I hope I hope I hope I&nbs
There was a time I had a certain sense of pride saying those words. No longer. My party, the Republican party, is a rudderless ironclad. The engines are at full steam but the