Man, one beer and I'm snockered... I think I'd better resolve to drink more in 2009...and if it's not better than 2008, which was pretty crappy, well, at least I'll be drunk!
Sigh...the things I do for the men I stalk!
Although I have nothing of interest to say as I start typing, that certainly isn't going to stop me from posting, especially as I haven't missed a day since I started back in April and I'm not going to mess up my streak now.
Well, I need to go check my recent entries to see if I have anything worthy of the Bonfire...
Oh, and I voted for H&H in the New Blog Showcase.
October 10th is Bill's first anniversary of blogging (as far as he can remember, anyway), and so to honor his request for boobs, I looked high and low for a picture of Abbott and Costello, but to no avail.
Sorry, Bill...you're going to have to make do with this:
Well, that was quite a race, folks! Kevin and Lair (both of whom I sponsored in the Blogathon) managed to crawl over the finish line long after I had given up cheerleading and crashed into bed. Lair had his cats to keep him awake, and Kevin had Jennifer...
I just finished rummaging under my car seats for loose change so that I could back up my pledges with hard cash and arranged to have it sent to Kev and Lair's charities (the hardest part was finding a box sturdy enough for all those pennies). You can actually donate until Monday, so why don't all my Loyal Readers dig down behind the couch cushions and see what you can find to pledge or donate (except for the half-eaten chicken leg...don't send that.)
I must quote: [language alert!]
The Liberal Left thinks that it can just sit around, pick it's own ass, muse about how terrible we have all been through history (when they know none whatsoever), make up terms to justify more money for courses with no bearing on real life at all, and that simply "accepting" everyone will make the world a better place. They cannot fathom that anyone would ever think any differently than they do. And because of that, they are the most arrogant, selfish bastards and bitches to walk the face of the earth. When we listened to how there was no real danger from extremist Islam, and how everyone in "that part of the world" just wanted peace, we got the full result of their peaceful delusions: four human-guided airplanes which became missiles and took down thousands of our people in one day.
What is the *one* question you would like to see Susie answer? The prize is Susie answers it on her blog.
So, Loyal Readers--do you have a question for me to answer on my blog? You may leave it in the comments to this post. If there are enough to merit it, we may have voting and stuff.
Meanwhile, I will be trying to come up with quotes from Stripes, Caddyshack and Animal House to give Pete a fair shake in the next contest. (Pete, you are such a guy).
Oh, and Victor, you DO have to add your new family to your Christmas List--but in return you will get many lovely crayon drawings suitable for refrigerator-posting (some of which may even have been drawn by the children!).
Go here now. Go! This will wait 'til you get back.
Okay. Wipe the tears of laughter from your eyes. Wipe the spray of the beverage I forgot to warn you not to be drinking off of your moniter and keyboard. Take a deep breath. Your rib muscles will stop hurting in a day or two.
Alright, everyone calm now? (Victor, please stop giggling...you are distracting the rest of the class!)
O.m.g. THE best In My World EVER!
I usually don't quote too extensively from Frank J's brilliance, because I feel that it is better for the reader to experience his prose in situ, but since you have all already read it now, I believe I can safely say:
I WANT A PRESIDENTIAL-POWER UP!!!!!!!
Belgazor just laughed as both Buck and Blair dangled above their imminent doom. "I guess it's up to me," Bush uttered, "So, there is only one thing left to do: a Presidential Power-Up!"
"U.S. Presidents of old hear me now," Bush shouted into the air, "for I ask of your power! Give me the level-headed cunning of George Washington, the straight moralism of Abraham Lincoln, the mighty strength of Teddy Roosevelt, the alcohol tolerance of Ulysses S. Grant, and the don't give a s**t attitude of James Polk!"
There was a burst of light that surrounded Bush, and then he tore apart his chains as if they were papier-mâché. "Time for an ass-whup'n... Texas style!" he announced.
I love Buck the Marine!
"What's wrong with your voice?" Buck asked.
"He's just gay," Bush explained.
"I'm not gay!" Blair responded, "I'm British."
"British sounds foreign," Buck said, eying Blair suspiciously.
Blair took one good look at the intimidating Buck. "On second though... yes, I'm gay. Very, very gay."
Buck thought this over for a second. "Well, then may Jesus' love lead you to the right path. Now let's get out of here."
I love Dubya!
They all fled outside where a helicopter came to meet them. Standing at the doorway was Clancy. "Glad to see you all."
"Wow, SpongeBob!" Bush exclaimed, "Great tie!"
"Thanks, it was a father's day gift from my son."
"All my daughters gave me was a card," Bush complained, "I didn't even get the joke in it. Least they could have done was put a twenty dollar bill in there or something."
And I adore Frank J!!!!!!