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The Famewhore Squirrel Welcomes Motherfuckers to Sarcastic Bastard. It's not easy being THE SPOKESWHORE OF AMERICA, but sometimes a bitch has got to sacrifice! SARCASTIC BASTARD BLOG
About Me
- Sarcastic Bastard
- 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.
29 comments:
Oh WOW I so wanna go there, there, cool, urbane, stylish... nearest we have here to West VIrgina is Peterborough
Nick
I swear I can see the bird silently saying "Help me!"
SB loves Miss A. and Mr. M.!
The gun, the big hair, and the ugly velour shirt I understand..
but, a parrot??? WTF!
I think the wife is jealous of his relationship with that parrot. I bet she used the bayonet on it when they got home.
Hey, I think I may be related to them. You never know about my fucked up family tree. :)
Thank god they found each other. Now let us pray they did not reproduce. But you know they did. Dammit.
It bothers me greatly that she's holding the bayonetted gun and he's holding the bird. She must be the boss of him, or that's a mean bird. Anyway, too funny, and aaaaahhh, West Virginny, my Dad was born in Wheeling, and I did sometime at WVU, and lots of camping in those hills. What a visually beautiful land, except for the strip mines and trailery trash and the scary people. Thanks for yet another laugh, I owe you dozens!
Good morning, SB. You made me laugh. I LOVE that picture!
Oh-My-God. That might be the most frightening photo I have ever seen.
Big Guns, Big Glasses, Big Hair...
"Almost Heaven, West Virginia". I'm kind of at a loss to explain the Parrot, however. Dinner, perhaps? It's always sad when First Cousins marry...
Oh please tell they they sin a duet, " Tie a yellow ribbon". Please tell me its on youtube. I hope you are well SB, I feel an email coming on so stand by. All my love
classic.
the bayonet at the end of the rifle is the crowning touch!
Lou,
That made me laugh.
I love you.
SB
Mel,
It sure as hell wouldn't shock me.
Love,
SB.
Ms. Moon,
Yeah, I'm bettin' they did.
Love you, SB.
Mel2,
It is a beautiful state, indeed. But I keep remembering, when I visited, passing babies in dirty saggy diapers with dirty faces, playing by the roadside and stuff. My soon to be ex-husband wanted to move there at one time. My ass was like: NOFUCKINGWAY. I saw Deliverance, and I am NOT squealing like a pig!
Love, SB.
Kathleen,
Thank you. I live to make you laugh.
Come back soon!
SB
Dish,
Obviously, you didn't grow up in Brookville, where I am from.
Love, SB.
Tom,
SB loves you. Now, all of you see why I had to pester Tom's shy ass to comment here.
Good one, Findon! E-mail soon. I shall await your mail eagerly.
Love you so,
SB
PF,
Cheers, baby. Thanks!
Someone hold me.
I saw this the other day and laughed for a good three minutes. Doesn't that guy look like Horatio Sanz?
Ginger,
Who is Horatio Sanz?
Why are their heads so big?
Sweet mother of God, those are my neighbors that I left behind in the hills of rural Ga. It's like flashbacks from the war looking at that photo. I shall make it my desktop. Thank you so very much.
Lori,
You're quite welcome, love.
SB
Look on the bright side. It spares two other people. They're bound to reproduce, though! People like that always do. :-O
SB, keep your nosy ass out of my family album.
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