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Wednesday, December 1, 2010
A Pair of Confident Bitches
If these two fug hos can manage to be confident, what's your damn excuse? This is for all you bitches with low self esteem. Suck it up!
I think I'd really like the dress. I'm flat chested so it may suit me. What's up with these girls that have everything but self-esteem? It's an issue I've put so much thought into and can still not figure it out. Thanks for visiting me btw. :) j.
What year would you say? We're talking 1964-1967, surely. I love the glasses.
Sorry not to have been by as often as I'd like. It's because I hate you really. And I'm drowning in comments. My heroin drought post has turned into a forum. 655 comments so far on one post!!
I had a mini nervous breakdown the other day from the responsibility of it all. What if some poor kid reads my blog, gets the wrong idea, ODs and dies. I can't believe I'm mixed up in a world where, when I don't hear from a friend for a week or more I naturally assume they must have died. This is modern Britain, 2010, not some warzone. Sometimes it really does my head in.
The guy in the silk tafetta dress, It's bred into us broads from the cradle. All the men I know have good self-esteem. They always think they look good in anything. Not us.
BUT WE'RE TAKING OUR SELF-ESTEEM BACK. WE ARE OWNING THAT SHIT!
Mel, I often tell people at United Dairy Farmers, when in line for coffee, that I used to weight over 300 lbs. They always congratulate me and tell me how great I look. It makes me feel better about myself.
We are birds of a damn feather. Love you. Please send A my love.
Gledwood, I just love you. You crack me up. I heard about the drug drought. People must be going crazy.
Kathleen, I am ALWAYS so happy to hear from you. Thanks for your kind thoughts. I'm not too worried. My follow-up appointment is this afternoon. Love you!
Well, it comes from years of debasement at the hands of bigger people! So it doesn't matter how beautiful and brilliant I am!!
I do notice, when I see hideous people putting themselves out there, when they can't even speak properly or compose an interesting story, that I'm more and more often realizing how fabulous I am.
I am a Gen-X, lazy, manic-depressive bastard, with an eating disorder, OCD, and a propensity for alcoholism. I am basically hell to live with, but I enjoy red wine, Ritalin, reality TV, and disdainful cats. This description could also be useful as a personal ad for a dating service.
21 comments:
I swear to god- I had almost that same dress, wore my hair the same way and had big, honking, ugly glasses.
Wait a minute...is that me?
God, those dresses make me want to puke. Seriously. I feel claustrophobic looking at this. WTF?
They look like bureaucratic obstructionists. Every country seems to need them. ~Mary
They sing AND sew their own matching dresses!
Good luck with that urologist thing, seriously, wishing you all the best.
X David.
Ms. Moon,
I'm sure you were a goddess, glasses or no.
Jeannie,
Don't ask me, but I did have an albino cousin who dressed similarly to these two hos.
Mary,
Could well be, love. I'll believe anything anymore. Laugh.
David McG,
Thanks for the good wishes. You are a sweetheart. And yes, the Pepto Twins are obviously multi-talented.
I think I'd really like the dress. I'm flat chested so it may suit me.
What's up with these girls that have everything but self-esteem?
It's an issue I've put so much thought into and can still not figure it out.
Thanks for visiting me btw. :)
j.
Of course they're confident. Theyre hot!
Sack the stylist!! xx
I'm feeling more confident already.
It's kind of like when I'm at the beach and feeling self-conscious in my bathing suit so I park next to someone chubbier and then I feel much better,
Wow. They used up all the pink, didn't they?
What year would you say? We're talking 1964-1967, surely. I love the glasses.
Sorry not to have been by as often as I'd like. It's because I hate you really. And I'm drowning in comments. My heroin drought post has turned into a forum. 655 comments so far on one post!!
I had a mini nervous breakdown the other day from the responsibility of it all. What if some poor kid reads my blog, gets the wrong idea, ODs and dies. I can't believe I'm mixed up in a world where, when I don't hear from a friend for a week or more I naturally assume they must have died. This is modern Britain, 2010, not some warzone. Sometimes it really does my head in.
Peace Love Unity Respect ;-)
Hi SB, I'm thinking about you. Hope your doctor finds the problem and the cure and you feel like yourself again soon.
Love,
Kat
You're RIGHT!!!!!! You might as well decide to be confident as anything else, mightn't you?!
*stomps out the house looking for a fight and a cake shop*
Ali x
The guy in the silk tafetta dress,
It's bred into us broads from the cradle. All the men I know have good self-esteem. They always think they look good in anything. Not us.
BUT WE'RE TAKING OUR SELF-ESTEEM BACK. WE ARE OWNING THAT SHIT!
Laugh.
DumbBaby,
Love your name. Welcome! Please come back and join us often. We have a damn good time here. AND THANKS A SHITLOAD FOR THE FOLLOW!
I really do appreciate it.
Best,
SB
Mel,
I often tell people at United Dairy Farmers, when in line for coffee, that I used to weight over 300 lbs. They always congratulate me and tell me how great I look. It makes me feel better about myself.
We are birds of a damn feather. Love you. Please send A my love.
SB
Leslie,
Yes. At least they used up all the Pepto Pink. Laugh.
Gledwood,
I just love you. You crack me up. I heard about the drug drought. People must be going crazy.
Kathleen,
I am ALWAYS so happy to hear from you. Thanks for your kind thoughts. I'm not too worried. My follow-up appointment is this afternoon. Love you!
Ali,
Damn tootin', lady. Love you lots.
Those are really guys going trans.
Where are they now? Maybe in secure institutions ;)
Well, it comes from years of debasement at the hands of bigger people! So it doesn't matter how beautiful and brilliant I am!!
I do notice, when I see hideous people putting themselves out there, when they can't even speak properly or compose an interesting story, that I'm more and more often realizing how fabulous I am.
sort of.
HA!
Where the hell did you get this photo???
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