It happens. Many is the night I used to hit Toxic Hell in college in the wee hours, after a drunken polluted mess of a binge, in search of delectable nachos. I think the judge should have been a weensy bit more understanding.
I GET IT, KHORY.
Thursday, June 9, 2011
Shit SB Comments to Her Goddess of Truth and Beauty, Ms. Moon
Abraham Lincoln believed that happiness crap. He said something like: I think most people are about as happy as they decide to be.
I say that bitch of a jury is still out.
I say that bitch of a jury is still out.
Quote of the Damn Day: Prince Phillip (In Honour of his 90th Birthday)
People think there’s a rigid class system here, but dukes have been known to marry chorus girls. Some have even married Americans.
[This American still loves you, Prince Phillip. A very happy birthday to you! I think you're a doll.]
A MESSAGE TO MY BELOVED BLOG FAMILY: I'm too damn popular. I just don't have the fucking time or inclination to respond to ALL the comments I receive.
Sorry, but I have seven cats, a diarrhetic damn dog, a Viking, a house to take care of, plus a damn full-time job and short-bus cocksucking inconsiderate neighbors FROM HELL on top of that. [Fuckers keep my cranky ass awake to all hours, but I'm working on getting them evicted.]
BUT I DIGRESS. . . .
The ACTUAL message is:
Don't get your damn underwear in a twist if I don't respond to EVERY GODDAMN SINGLE comment. Popularity has been a cross I have to bear in my life, and I simply don't have time to respond to every damn comment I get. I am now implementing a RANDOM RESPONSE system to comments. This method involves responding infrequently and on a damn whim. Okay, so it's not a method. FUCK YOU. Anyhoo, don't be thinking it's personal and getting all huffy and offended if I don't respond to every goddamn comment you leave. Put your damn Big Boy pants on and DEAL.
I DO read every comment and love harboring the illusion that I am popular, so please keep the comments coming.
Thank you.
You can't fit the entire squirrel in the damn view finder. Way to go, tourists!
Apparently this bitch was overfed by well-intentioned fat fuck American tourists. The ho who took the photo couldn't even get his entire fat ass in the damn view finder. It's NOT bad enough that Americans want to make all the little childrens fat, they want to make the damn wildlife fat, too. Fucker looks like a damn loofah.
Say Something NICE.
Uhhhhmmm, maybe she's a really nice person, or maybe a bitch swallows after a blow job. Also, maybe all that shit in her face is pleasantly stimulating to his peen.
He may well be marrying her for her good grammatical skills.
"My family don't even like tattoos or piercings."
[And remember, a bitch don't even smoke or drink! That makes her a catch.]
You can always find something nice to say, people!
Because I'm in a mean mood this morning, I found this particularly funny.
I would have been labeled skinny in my high school yearbook, but now I'd be the fatty.
We live in flux, people! A bitch can't get attached to circumstances. Everything fucking changes. If I teach your short-bus asses nothing else, let it be this!
Wednesday, June 8, 2011
Who doesn't enjoy a damn dip?
A bitch wasn't hot enough already in the damn Florida heat. His fat ass wanted a dip in the fucking hot tub. Move your ass over!
This is sickening as hell. Can we start believing that everybody is fucking well okay the way they are, PLEASE?
http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-2000529/Family-blame-UCLA-sissy-boy-therapy-anti-gay-professor-sons-suicide.html
There wasn't a goddamn thing wrong with Kirk Murphy, but there was something definitely wrong with the people in his life who tried to shame him out of being who he was uniquely born to be. As far as I'm concerned, they murdered him by killing his spirit.
Mary Johnson Is a Very Wise and Decent Human Being
http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-2000704/Woman-shows-incredible-mercy-sons-killer-moves-door.html
There are some decent Christians left in the world who actually walk the damn walk. Mary Johnson is one of them.
Shit SB Comments to Ms. Moon, Her Idol of Greatness
My grandmother swore until her dying day that Liberace was not gay. I used to laugh at her ass. She even had a picture of him in a frame. She was "sweet" on him.
I told her, "Grandma, Lee wouldn't want to bone you. No way. You'd gross his ass out. He's obviously not into vaginas."
[I think the picture above might have put our argument to rest once and for all. Jesus.]
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