Thank you, Sarah, you lovely woman, you!
Wednesday, May 11, 2011
The Lovely Sarah of Misfits Vintage Sent Me This. It Made SB Laugh.
Thank you, Sarah, you lovely woman, you!
Tuesday, May 10, 2011
Monday, May 9, 2011
The white guy in the tiny shorts in this video GROSSES ME THE FUCK OUT.
How to power walk, in case you're a goddamn idiot and can't figure that shit out. Just walk like a damn chicken. You're welcome!
And also, the black guy should NOT be power-walking ANY FUCKING WHERE. Look at the goddamn calves on the motherfucker. My damn forearms are bigger around than his calves. GIVE THE DUDE A SANDWICH RIGHT THE FUCK NOW.
As to tiny shorts guy, I don't give care how fit you are, I don't want to see that much of your fitness. AT ALL. It's fucking GROSS.
This fucker is unbelievable. When will he die (to borrow Morrissey's phrase)?
Party at my house when Mr. Potter kicks the bucket!
Friday, May 6, 2011
Paul Haggis vs. the Church of Scientology
On August 19, 2009, Tommy Davis, the chief spokesperson for the Church of Scientology International, received a letter from the film director and screenwriter Paul Haggis. “For ten months now I have been writing to ask you to make a public statement denouncing the actions of the Church of Scientology of San Diego,” Haggis wrote. Before the 2008 elections, a staff member at Scientology’s San Diego church had signed its name to an online petition supporting Proposition 8, which asserted that the State of California should sanction marriage only “between a man and a woman.” The proposition passed. As Haggis saw it, the San Diego church’s “public sponsorship of Proposition 8, which succeeded in taking away the civil rights of gay and lesbian citizens of California—rights that were granted them by the Supreme Court of our state—is a stain on the integrity of our organization and a stain on us personally. Our public association with that hate-filled legislation shames us.” Haggis wrote, “Silence is consent, Tommy. I refuse to consent.” He concluded, “I hereby resign my membership in the Church of Scientology.
Read more http://www.newyorker.com/reporting/2011/02/14/110214fa_fact_wright#ixzz1LaeOARUa
Read more http://www.newyorker.com/reporting/2011/02/14/110214fa_fact_wright#ixzz1LaeOARUa
SB Digs the Hams!
Who doesn't love ham, goddammit?
Eight-year-old Madison said she tells her friends, ‘I'm lucky. I have two dads who love me.’
Thursday, May 5, 2011
Shit SB Says in Comments to Her Dear Friend, Sarah
I'm sorry but you'll likely never get a parcel from me, not because I'm parsimonious, but because I FEAR the post office over here in America. Seriously. I avoid that shit like the damn plague. I'm afraid if I go in, I might never come out again. You'd have to experience it.
And also, the postal workers are SCARY.
More on Yvette Vickers
Not to be mean, but I sort of doubt anybody was stalking her. I wouldn't want to hit this shit with the lights off, personally. Okay, maybe I'd fuck her if she'd let me live in the COOLEST-HOUSE-EVER with her. Seriously, I like it THAT much.
I just want her house, and I don't care if there was a fucking mummified corpse in it or not.
SB would still live there happily.
I'm slightly obsessed with this story. I cannot lie. I could give two shits about Bin Laden's assassination. I want more Yvette coverage!
My brother, Hank, will get the grandeur of this house. It's the shit.
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