There's this, um...person? Yeah, a person, sorta. Anyway, this person seems to be laboring under the impression that their views on what I should or shouldn't post on my blog have some sort of significance. What's more, this person likes to run around taking me to task for things I've posted in the past, and even to suggest that I'm ashamed of them in some way or am hiding the truth about my previous *misdeeds.* To set the record straight in that regard, I've compiled here some imagery involving one of my hobbies. At the risk of seeming bellicose - oh no! - I need to make it perfectly clear that I'll post what I like and that I stand by every word I've said on my blog or anywhere else in OS. Anyone who has a problem with that needs to just get the fuck over it.
This post's for you, Rabid Weasel!
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From now on, I expect you to clear you posts with me and the Flying Spaghetti Monster. Is that clear?!
There are several rabid weasels all over OS lately. They are somehow getting the idea that their tea party style of crap is going to work.
did you lose your butt in some tragic gun related incident?
*ducks*
Major, once that deck went bad Trig had no choice but to go ahead and let 'em foreclose on the house.
Shooting targets is a great way to spend time with the family, V, and Trig, regarding pacifism, my motto is "Peace love and understanding or I'll cap your ass." It's worked for me so far.
Oops, hijacked your post and you're the one with the gun. How'd that happen?
Oh, and speaking of bright thoughts, just realized, if that weasel is rabid, you really have no choice...
Major, IQ is the opposite of ick, though it's hard to tell with how tiny she is in that avatar pic. Regarding weasels, we always have a choice, it's just that this time my choice was to not say "Aw shucks, I guess you're right Ms. Weasel" and walk away dejectedly. Civility has its uses but sometimes you gotta make like Willie Nelson up there. (I'm thinking about Photoshopping a pistol into his other hand btw)
As for the always having a choice... you're getting awful lib there.
Joisey! Yeah, she made me lose my temper today, I mean, worse than other times I lose my temper. Ah well, you buy 'em books and buy 'em books and they tear out the pages.
Tr ig: you ain't just whistlin' Dixie.
Oh no, anonymity!
Stellaa, should I post the Monty Python video, but with GPS tracking devices instead of canned lunch meat?
See what I mean, I is too smart. I thinks about stuff all the dayumed time.
I just didn't want anybody followin' you home Major. And I think you're channeling the Doge now.
By the way, everyone who has commented on this post, with the possible exception of Kim, who no OS woman can resist, is now on the weasel's shit list if you weren't already before. She has a long shit list.
I hope you know I ducked when I saw that last pic.
:>
You can make up for it if you rate this post. Most people don't even want to comment on it, and half of the ones who have didn't rate it. Oh woe is me!
Rita, she has a special list for Trig and Trig alone, no matter what the other ladies may think.
Interrobang, nah, I'm wearing it on a leather thong now as a necklace. It's fashion and emergency rations all in one.
Thank you COS! I was going for William Faulkner meets Franz Kafka leavened with a little Banana Yashimoto.
I'm not sure I want to find out who the Rabid Weasel is, I think I know (It's Trig's transsexual lover, Francis D. Moley, right? RIGHT? OH GAWD, IT IS, ISN'T IT? I never told trig this but I hates that Francis!! He should have stayed a she!! Adding a penis doesn't make it right?
Wait, what?) but well, I'm soooooo not about drama!! Candiru catfish, Justin Bieber, and Duluth, sooooo about though!!!
Also, I found a new love at the zoo today. Her name? Don't know. Her son's? BILLY BOB!!!! As in "Billy Bob, you stop right now, I can't run in these shoes!!!"
AWESOME SHOW IDEA --- BILLY BOB AND HIS MOM RUN THROUGH THE U.S. OF A!!!!
Teeheehee!!
No, no pictures of her. It had to be seen in motion to believe, and no video camera!! BOOHOOOHOO!!!
( that was my license to throw in a little Japanese - she's 19, it's ok )
Rita's lapsing - that's ok, I'll sort it out. She forgot whose hareem she was in there for a minute is all.
Well, except for Tink and a few other cads, er, cats and some dawgs. Weasels, cats, dogs, hominids...all part of the Circle of Strife, er, Life.
i think you meat to type she has a special lust
Kim, Rita will snap back to herself I'm sure. And Ms. Yashimoto isn't 19; she was born the same year as me, which makes her, um...27.
Veronica, your babies are absolutely beautiful. You are very proud of them I take it, and you should be.
Real Name Censored, if that IS your real name, how do I know you weren't sent by the Weasel?
Lorianne, was that "meat" remark a Fraudian Slip?
And of course this is my real name. I disapprove of pseudonyms.
Rita, nor the first time my lover tried to kill me with a steak knife. There's a certain wistfulness there it's impossible to recapture.
and yeah, i meant meant not meat or maybe i meant meat. hard to say. i was distracted with the thought of a rabid weasel lusting after Trig... the horror!
And I posted the picture of me in the Hannah Montana wig and even full costume, it was so moving, Billy Ray Cyrus sent me a message telling me to meet him at the Hotel NoTell in Parksville, Kentucky as he had something to show me.
It turned out it was a new song called, "River Bends and Rain Bows....."
Yeah, it was pretty awful, but I didn't want to hurt his feelings, you know how I am, so I was like,
RIVER BENDS, AND RAIN BOWS,
AND KISSES, SEEM TO TURN TO TEARS,
WHEN I SING, I SING ABOUT YOU,
MY LOVE, IN SATIN SHEETS,
AND IN YOUR ARMS TONIGHT.....
I added a whoo whoo at the end, because no proper love song shouldn't have a whoo whoo at the end.
And he was like, "That's so sad, as in, love broken hearted in the middle of the afternoon delight, sky rockets in flight....kind of sad, tears falling from my eyes, but the rain awashes them away...."
Then we fucked.
Not a bad deal but he was a screamer.
I mean, gawd, my dick ain't that big, and I used lube....
What?
Oops, I mean....
We made love in the moonlight, it was magical.
Then the wig fell off and well, the magic was over.
~TEARS~
I LOVES U,
IT WAS PROBABLY THE RASH ON YOUR ASS,
THAT MADE YOU,
YOU!!!!
Grammy Awards 2012, here's I cums!! Teeheehee!!
I can't sleep.
We can all agree not to shoot each other but there is no way that each and every person in the world can get along to the point of liking each other. What we can do is respect each other.
Here how is this I promise to always use the initials VW.
I like Victoria better though.
By the way, who did you get to take the picture with you point the gun right directly at the camera?
I love the way you managed to combine nature, music and family in this introspective little slice-of-life photo essay.
Rita, I do need to get by the truckstop, all this foofaraw is giving me a headache.
Tink, are you sure that publicly describing a sexual encounter with Billy Ray Cyrus is appropriate? Even if it's not, thank you for rating, my brother from another mother. {hugzzz!}
Victoria, I'm so sorry! I'll call you VW then. I used a tripod and the camera timer to get the shot with the rifle barrel pointing head-on. Even when a firearm isn't loaded I'd never point it at a person.
Margaret, that's a wild clematis on the fence, though it was months past flowering. It's nothing like the large-petalled clematis you might buy at a garden center; when in bloom it's covered in hundreds of silvery-white star shaped blossoms about an inch across; they glisten in the sun in a very fetching manner. I have hundreds of kinds of flowers in the yard, and half or more of them are wild species I gathered in the woods and prairies around here.
Censored, please don't unrate me, a bunch of people did that one night and I nearly got the vapors from stress.
:)
Censored, I actually hit the target four or five times in the final part of that video. Kpffft.
We used to buy a bag of cheap bobbers, throw 'em in a strip pit and see who could make 'em jump the highest without breaking them. The splashes added to the fun. You might want to try that with a weasel carcass. Do it before it goes flat, and it'll fer sure float.
Paul, strip pits are great for that kind of thing. I used to go to some a ways south of here and shoot 2 liter pop bottles full of colored water. Less challenging than bobbers but satisfying when they go sploosh. Don't take this as a come-on, but have you ever gone noodling? I've always wanted to try it (maybe?) but it's illegal on the Kansas side.
Okay I'm sick of gushing, now I'm just pissed. I was working really hard on something but what's the point. I knew it was a bad idea to check back. But then I'd have never known clematis grew wild. Or that you had such a way with plants. Life's full of tradeoffs I guess.
IQ, don't take that tone with me, coming off all like you've never noodled before. :P
I don't think I could live in a world where it wasn't appropiate! Everyone should take one in the face by the Billy, and by take one in the face, I mean, listen to him sing to a stadium full of Billy Ray-ites aka his bed room where he pretends that thousands of screaming teenie girls ready to throw their panties up on stage scream his name!
I mean, who am I to judge, I do the same thing and I haven't had a hit even close to Achy Breaky Heart. I didn't ever have the Mullet that launched a thousand pairs of panties even!!!
I did ALMOST get to touch Sally Ranger's breasts in the 10th grade. She liked how I sang 'Tiny Bubbles' when I was taking a shower and she somehow was standing right under my bathroom window which....hey wait a second, I HAD MY VERY OWN STALKER!!!!
God, she was hot too. Long blonde hair down to the middle of her back, green eyes like you only see in the movies, and all of her original teeth but that could have changed since then.
The 80s were rough and the 90s weren't that much easier!! Gawd, I should probably call her. I bet she has dentures by now. OH MY...HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY!!!
woooooo!!
By the way, I flagged this post because of the pornographic comments about Billy Ray Cyrus getting it on with a pussy cat dressed up as Hannah Montana. OBSCENE!!!
Then I re-rated it!!
Cause I'm naughty that way!!!
SMOOCH! SMOOCH! KISS KISS KISS!
Don't get me wrong, your post on Dec. 9th, 2010 about jacking off field mice with a blow torch was pretty good. But nothing beats October 8th, 2009's post --- I WAS A TEENAGE DRAG QUEEN IN A COVER BAND or July 7th, 2009's post ---- I GOT IMPREGNATED BUT NOW MY OVARIES ARE DYING....truely heart breaking stuff, my friend!!
EPs galore, Cover up the ass, what happened? Too afraid of fame you committed literary suicide, is that what happened? You made out with Kerry and that was enough for you?
FigPucker!!!!!!!
**Wanders off to drink whiskey and watch movies about people with real problems**
They can't get their dicks up!!
Teeheehee!!
Some kind of new security thing?
Gawd, that's so lame!!! But I'll do it!!!
Aretha, all you have to do is mention guns around here to piss off a certain set, never mind posting pictures of them. That's awesome you're taking up trap; you can actually get a decent pump shotgun for a reasonable price if you don't mind used. I got that 12-gauge Mossberg in the pic on that video up there for a hundred bucks at a place called - I'm not making this up - Joe's Guns & Liquor. One-stop shopping!
Tink, did you just call me a figpucker??? I'm going to your Facebook page right now and changing your status to "Ovulating." You'll wish you'd never crossed me you whore!
Suck that Pensrbreath8000!! PFFFFFFT!!
Yeah, the 70s were great for 'skating' and 'getting a piece of breast'!!! Disco was awesome. I wish it would come back, with its blood letting, and worshipping Satan all the while doing the Hustle.
Best era ever!!!
I think my childhood(which I'm still living!!!) made its maximum achievement when my mage became like a level 999th in Dungeon and Dragons.
Yes, I cheated. Bite me!!
Yes, LOOK AT MY NEW VAGINA, was a brilliant piece, though, not up to the standards set by the very first piece I ever read by you, I HAD A DOCTOR CHOP OFF MY MEAT ROD SO I COULD BE THE TRUE WOMAN I THOUGHT I ALWAYS WAS MEANT TO BE!
I believe that was your first EP and Cover as well. I remember the photo so well, it was like Ashley Buckner meets Whore Wilma meets an enema. So hot, it should be against the law.
I believe drive through guns, ammo and booze stores shouldn't be against the law!!!
~nodding~
What was I talking about?
Oh yeah, I think this post should be on the Cover by 9am, an EP too. It is not only informant, but entertaining as well, like an enema with ice cream.
Fett, oh, I wish you could have been here during the good ole days, I use to write about love, sex, and ice cream enemas back then, Nana would respond by saying that love, sex and ice cream enemas only belonged in marriage or whorehouses in Mexico.
It was good times. Good times indeed. I miss them. We've tried to recreate those times, but well, it's tough without Dr. Amy and her poodles.
Who is Dr. Amy?
Nana's lover and doctor.
Yes, she could have been his gay lover, we were never sure. But something happened, they were to be married, donkey show and everything, but, well, Dr. Amy ran off with, I believe, a circus midget!!
It was about this time that Nana deleted his old posts. Too much pain, too many reminders.
We understand Nana, we truely do, I still wished you hadn't deleted even the backups of the backup.
Boohoohoo!!!
Happy V-D!! ~kiss kiss smooch smooch~
WHO LOVES YOU?
THE ANAL BEADS DO!!
**Wanders off**
There are various shades of liberal when it comes to guns though, all the way from me to people who think we shouldn't be allowed anything more dangerous than a turkey baster. We do need sane, commonsense gun laws, but the ones who want to do away with them altogether puzzle me. Maybe they want to live in a country where the only people with weapons are government employees and criminals, but I'll take a pass on that one. If I wanted to live like that I'd move to Belgium or Byelorus and have done with it.
And yeah, I wish I hadn't deleted all those posts, over a hundred of 'em. As much or more than the posts themselves I miss the comment threads; they're irreplaceable.
There's a few folks who like to try and keep up with us, namely Ed I Tor, but 99.9 percent of the time, Ed drops off at about 2:35 am, when the speed wears off.
Always buy your speed from Crank's House of Pancakes. ~nodding~
Someday, I'll tell you about the time, nana-cakes, Tr igsatits, Beaver Smooch and I went to California for some underwear, and ended up in a boy's band in 1998.
I miss Beaver Smooch. She was a nice lady who, when she shaved her beard, was a good kisser.
~TEARS~
Hey, it's that time of night when the monitor starts looking all wavey!
There's a sparkly unicorn!
McAdoo, there's still a lot of good folk in OS, including new people coming in all the time; it's just a matter of luring them into your blog with titles like MY NEUROSIS CAN KICK YOUR DYSFUNCTION'S ASS! or YOUR TWISTED LOVE MADE ME SNUFF THIS BUNNY!
You've obvi@arsely tried it but if you bury that rifle in sand and dig it up next war - i mean year - it'll still work - unlike the H&K.
Been a long time since I could get five rounds in the bull or an old english penny at hundred yards with a Royal Enfield 303.
Men n toys. Tut Tut Tut
Why's there not more VENOM on these comments - you're slipping mySon....?
You're right about my SKS; it's half a century old but still as reliable as the day it came off the factory floor in Guangzhou. Now, your Enfield's a distinguished, dignified sweetheart of a rifle, but I like a gatt where I pull the trigger and lead comes out the nozzle 'til I stop.
Please don't miss my forthcoming post, to be titled UNLIKE THIS RABBIT, MY LOVE FOR YOU WILL NEVER DIE! It's a lead pipe cinch to take the Pulitzer Prize.
Just read the comments and Kim has raised a good point. I never thought about the bugs. Some of them may be friendlies. Oh, what to do, what to do?
Has there been a dustup this weekend here Nana?? I have been out enjoying nature for a while........
So with glee and giggles they handed it to me. I had started target practice when I was around 8, with much supervision. Anyhow the thing knocked me on my arse and left me with a huge bruise. This does not mean I did not try it again. :-)
Have you ever read the history of Maxim Machine Gun? It is a very interesting read.
I look fwd to you forthcoming post, to be titled UNLIKE THIS RABBIT, MY LOVE FOR YOU WILL NEVER DIE.
My dosh is on the Bunnie - check out Y'all Tube for our Brit instructional video entitled
Killer Bunny and the Holy Grenade of Antioch BEFORE you choose which sword to use.
Yes I know - I'm hear to help.
cause I love shooting and because my glock has a trigger operated laser sight !!
Rated.
Mission, just the usual weekend encounter with one of our more prominent legal weasels. I guess she was having another fit today, showing more of her true colors. She's just a really really sick, sad person.
VW, perseverance is an indication of strong character. And yeah, I know about the Maxim gun, it's famous, but I haven't read the book. I will look for it.
Myriad, guns make a perfectly fine substitute for a baseball bat, though an expensive one. Get some bullets for that thing!
Margaret, anything by Willie works for me.
Creeky, you know of the Holy Hand Grenade of Antioch? You are a scholar sir!
Happy Valentine's Zuma! It's over here but you've got a half hour or so left where you are.
Idelible Ink, I'm glad you enjoyed the thread. We have fun sometimes. Never pointing a gun at anyone, ever, is step one of gun safety. But you obviously knew that. We do need a way to keep 'em out of the hands of the wrong people but they haven't invented a system for that yet, more's the pity.
White and Black, I want laser sights too. One of these days...
BOKO, "stinking" sums it up perfectly as long as we add "frothing at the mouth."
For example, we could have the event and target history classes and college history and military clubs. And then have somebody discuss the historical importance of the gun, its place in history and the like. The guns we could use to illustrate various time-periods are:
a. Brown Bess Musket
b. Normal musket
c. Continental sniping rifles
d. Lee Enfield Rifle or M-1 WW2 rifle
e. BAR
f. MG42
g. Browning 30 and 50 cal
h. Soviet PPsh
i. MP40, US tommy gun, grease gun and British Sten
j. German Stg 44 (father of all modern assault rifles)
k. AK 47 and old M-16 (now being outphased by the M4, I forget the name, but its a shorter version).
Even cooler if we could use arquibeses and stuff.
So many military enactments are low-brow. The military art should ideally be a game for high brow intellectuals. Its chess on a higher level.
Those are all classic weapons on your list, though I'm APPALLED you left out the Uzi. ;-) The rifle in the photos and video on this post is a Norinco (that's Chinese) SKS 7.62 mm semi-automatic carbine, direct descendant of the StG 44 and predecessor to the AK-47. I bought it as the original version with maple stock and 1o-round hinged magazine, but I've since retrofitted it with an impact-resistant black folding stock and 20-round Tapco magazines. I also have Promag 30-round magazines (they're adapted from the ones used for AKs) but they aren't as reliable as the Tapcos. The net effect is a weapon equivalent to an AK-47 but at about half the expense. Regarding black powder, I used to have a beautiful Hawken gun, the .50 caliber rifled cap-and-ball carbine favored by mountain men in the early 1800s. It kicked like a mule but was quite accurate if you could keep from flinching as you pulled the trigger.
all of my guns are cyber- it's cheaper to reload that way
Bad Pal brothers!! You two get spankings!! WAAAAA!!!
I know, Tink, it was a fun thread, especially when you got all serious and told about when you met the young Dolly Parton in Butt, Montana. How was I supposed to know you weren't making that one up?
:)
I wasn't gonna shoot him; he just needed to go away, and he knew that.
:P
Sort of reminds me of the attitude Southerners had before the Civil War. They were convinced it would soon be over 'cause Yankees couldn't or wouldn't fight. They should have listened to Sam "Tennessee" Houston -- and yes, he was a big deal in TN long before he lit out for Texas. Sam said:
"I declare that civil war is inevitable and is near at hand. When it comes the descendants of the heros of Lexington and Bunker Hill will be found equal in patriotism, courage and heroic endurance with the descendants of the heroes of Cowpens and Yorktown. For this reason I predict the civil war which is now at hand will be stubborn and of long duration."
Teapartiers should stake heed, but they seem bound and determined to follow the advice of that phony chickenhawk Texan instead: "Bring it on".
Careful what you wish for.
I need to write more serious stuff, be like, I LOST MY VIRGINITY TO MY RIGHT HAND IN 1983. It was awesome. I was the best lover I ever had.
I wonder whatever happened to me? I probably ended up in prison in France. I was a bad boy, with a heart of gold, or steel, or plastic barbie pieces melted down to form a heart.
God, I'm depressing myself right now. Skater Boi is playing right now in my CD mix. TEARS!! I was a Skater Boi right up till I fell off my skate board when I was 3 and skinned my knee!! Stupid skate board.
Stupid skates.
Roller and ice.
PFFFFFFFFFFFT!!!!
~hug~ Don't let the Brown Recluse back in the house. EEK!!
~wanders off~
You're beautiful!!!
**Wanders back out**
Don't feel bad, "Skater Boy" makes me cry too.
He wanted her, she'd never tell
secretly she wanted him as well
but all of her friends, stuck up their nose
they had a problem with his baggy clothes.
::weeping uncontrollably, my mascara running and getting all goopy::
Damn, is that the effects from the spiders or many of the pills these companies nowadays force down our throats?
"May cause thoughts of suicide!!"
Wait, isn't that what you're suppose to cure?? EEK!!
Where was I?
Oh yes, **TEARS** **runs off stage left**
EEK!!
There's this ad for some birth control that is awesome as well, SERIOUS SIDE EFFECTS HAVE BEEN REPORTED IN WOMEN WHO ARE PREGNANT OR COULD BECOME PREGNANT!
The side effects basically all lead to death if it happens so basically the birth control is you kill the mom!!! ~WOOO~
EEK!!
and it feels good to be back and be part of all this madness once more - might have missed this altogether if we hadn't talked that time. TY, Nana.
Hi Nabina! Drop by whenever you feel like talking, OK?
I don't think turkey basters are safer than guns. They can make you preggers. No, not safe at all.
W&B, the scrolling does get wearisome. :(
Please shriek hello to your mother for me.
Wait.. What? ;P
I think Tink is a bad influence on you. :|
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eLapQSiF5NE
I guess that's my cue to go back to my own blog and leave you to put your right foot in ...and shake it all about
ALWAYS!!! Teeheehee!!
**Wanders off in search for Lindsay Lohan pics for Major Mojo** Teeheehee!!
Tink, don't tease Major with Lindsay any more, he's gonna blow a gasket one of these times.
Nothing worse than a tree molestor.
How about a tribute to Air Supply?
I think I might!!
Right now for the time being i got my glocks locked up so i don't go postal on my ex boss.. And my remnington 1100 I am thinking of selling, my son and I have been playing around with airsoft guns.. He got all butt hurt when i shot him in the ass with a frozen paintball while he was mowing the lawn ... Oopsie
:D
W&B, that's one of my favorite movies, and that line is classic Samuel L. Jackson. There are actually better guns for killing every motherfucker in the room but they cost way more than a AK.
Tink, maybe your Air Suppy tribute should include a public service message about not shooting people with frozen paint balls.
w&b, you own guns? Do you shoot them in your bikini? And Tink, don't tell me your mother never did that to you - isn't that how a boy becomes a man, when his own mother shoots him?
Nana: If you're going for femi-centric (femi-centric?) you need music. Here's one to get you started:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=FRtd8ArvH_s
"that's beumont , he's an employee I had to let go"
W&B:
Ordell: Is she dead, yes or no?
Louis: Pretty much.
Or something.
So yeah, shooting them in the butt with frozen paint balls will surely turn them into men, if you yell and say, "TURN AROUND..." and shoot them in the testicles, then, you'll be sure not to be grandmother!!!
Trust me!!
Boohoohoo!!
That's not true Tink; them things will regenerate if you sprinkle Mountain Dew on 'em. And Margaret, we were talking femicentric values, i.e., chix with guns.
Right now, I'm writing my newest blog entry, I JUST WANT TO USE YOUR LOVE TONIGHT...WOO OOO OOO!!
Titty tassels are the greatest inventions since Crotchless Panties for Donkeys.
Good times!!!
LSD FOR EVERYBODY!! WOOOOOOO!!
I miss Doctor Tim. He was the best.
What were we talking about????
Oh yeah, chaps with the ass cut out!! BEST THING EVER!!
My own father was so proud, he ran away, never to return!! I think he had so many people to tell!! ~boohoohoo~
W&B, it sounds like y'all have quite a time up there by Mt. Shasta.
What?
Funny part is us camping at lakehead campgrounds at shasta which is like 10mins from our house and the campgrounds had the infamous pool where my son and nephew held thier miss shasta competition the saddest camper award went to 3 guys from sf bay area who brought a big screen tv and playstation campi g ?? Why bother????
Did I ever tell you about the time me and my sister went camping? It was awesome!
Who says you can't have two bodies in a sleeping bag and not have enough room to move? Teeheehee!!
Tink, what is going on over the border that I don't know about? Donkeys wearing crotchless panties and titty tassles? LSD for everyone? Ohio's such a drag. All they can talk about here is stupid boring Senate bill 5. And your kissing cousin - did he make a man out of you or was it the other way around?
And I'm sorry to hear about the crotch rot, Nana. Is it worse than jock itch?
M, oh my yes, Indiana we kiss our cousins, take some E, then lie down in the tall grass and stare at the sun till our retinas are burned out, or close enough to almost not be able to see, we then write about our feelings, of lost love, time gained, and a girl named Sid, who we loved very much until we found out she was a he and well, in Indiana, it's okay to screw your sister, but try that with your brother and wham, GAY LOVE IS BAD!! GOD HATES FAGS!!!
And yelling back, "God doesn't hate cigarettes!" just confuses the hell out of them folks from Hilly Hares Methodist Church. They have to run off to Google and discover that a man sucking your dick doesn't make you gay, but the guy sucking your dick.
You need to come over to Indiana, LSD is like free, the governor just gives it away, so we'll vote for his sorry ass the next time. I know I won't vote for him but well, free drugs is free drugs!!
:D
Look W&B, Margaret's back, but you can only keep her if you feed her.
Margaret, I don't know, I only read about it in Soldier of Fortune, or maybe it was Elle. I get them confused sometime.
;D
By the way, how's that brother of yours getting on the Cover?? I mean, I've done a few things myself to try and get on there, and all I got was a blister on me lips!!!
Boohooohoo!!!
Oh well, back to the subject on hand, does this blister look infected to you?
Hurts like hell!!!! GAWD!
That machinegun really did get that girl's buns going didn't it? Damn.
oh yes mamma likes lap dances from hot strippers
Wait what? ;D
I got some in Minnesota, but they're mostly married and don't believe in cheating on their spouses.
There's some in Washington State and Oregon, but, well, they kind of pyschotic in that not nice way, like instead of killing bunnies, they cut your nuts off and feed them to ya!! EEK!!
No salt even!! EWWWWWW!
California is a good choice except well, no family there by blood, mostly just 'I COULD BE YOUR DAUGHTER, IF YOU WANT...' no thanks....cost too much extra!!!
I think I'll stick around in Indiana.....nice fields, lots of air space to fly my rocket into.......lots of cows to tip....giggle....
Don't want to know where the blister came from - I hope not from kissing your cousin or a donkey in crotchless panties - and I rated your post btw.
How come there's no videos of men in Speedos shooting guns? Why has no one asked this question yet?
Remember kids, shoving pennies into a stripper's ass crack might sound like fun, and it is, but well........yeah, go ahead.....;D
I think the blister came from going outside and kissing the street.
Rock salt, pffffffffft!!!!
And well, I bet you could fill your lustful heart full of men in speedos shooting guns by going to Google!! Google has everything!! WOOOOOOOOO!!!! :D
Nighty night my lil frienemies im off to bed!!
nana, it's okay, I already flagged ya again!! Ed I Tor needs to be made aware of your something something misuse of something!! BAD NANA!!!! Get a spanking if you're lucky and a stay at a Howard Johnson if you're really lucky!!
There, you should get plenty of hits now from Google(which right now is strangely forwarding to Google.MEXICO when I attempt to go there!! Weird!!)
The Cubans will hit it hard!! Especially when I mention, HOOKERS WITH BIG MUSTACHES!!!
Now if you want the Brasil action, always trim ze bush down to your liver, then write about passion(fruit) and how much you love to samba with your macarena and your sister's cousin's brother's mother's friend Sichey Rodrigez!! ALALALALALALA!!
I remember a time when Sichey and I did lines of cocaine and then sat on the beach till the sun came up and we laughed till we stopped and then, as an after thought, we made love till mid afternoon, then we stopped and drank some wine and ate some bread and did more cocaine and then we made love again, then we stop....
Ahhh, Sichey, where are you now? Oh yeah, the convent!!
I turned Sichey into a nun!!!
Always remember my friend, if you want some nation to come to you, you have to give them something, like fresh fruit, diseased hams, or a plunk of your pubic hairs so they can place them into a locket where they can show the grandchildren. It is all fair in love and war, and itchy balls.
Also, I flagged you again cause yeah, we want more poetry and pictures and stories about your mama, your papa, and your cousins and your sisters and your brothers and that guy down the street, with the sign that reads, "PEACE IS ONLY ANOTHER WORD FOR WAR WITHOUT BOMBINGS!"
I love that guy!!!!!
Teeheehee!!
I'm having too much with my social experiment!! Teeheehee!! You're going to shoot Kerry in the face with your big load!!
And Tink, why'd you have to bring up Sichey? I haven't been the same since he joined the Little Sisters of Perpetual Dysentery. Please remember, never point your weapon at someone unless you plan on firing it.
Shame on you all!!
SHAME! SHAME! SHAME!!!
And what's wrong with writing poetry? Have we lost our romantic values to replace them with stories about transsexual hookers and how they made us bread pudding in December?
Shame!! Shame!!
BRING BACK POETRY, and stories of love between two men and their yak!! There is no sin in loving a yak, and the only sin of taking another man to bed as you would a woman is in the bible and who the hell sticks to those rules anymore anyways, besides them Republican bible thumpers, and they're usually the ones who get caught in the restrooms with some teenage boy sucking on their dick!!!
SHAMEFUL!!
Did I rate this yet?
I have no clue!! Let me go see now and try to rate it!!
Flagged for shamefulliness!!!
IQ, how did you know about my camo bikini? You must have run across this post somehow:
http://open.salon.com/blog/freaky_troll/2009/05/10/the_end_nsfw
Dick should run for Dictator for Life!!!! Possibly Brasil or France or someplace cool like that.
U.S.of A is too lame for him, not enough balls in this country to make it worth his time to run it like it should be ran, as a police state, with monitors on every blogger here, except for me, cause well, I'm a monkey, you don't monitor monkeys!! GAWD!!!!!
OK, I'm setting jokes aside for a moment to say something serious. I posted it already on Trig's blog, and it was deleted from the weasel's, but it bears repeating:
It is ironic that Bonnie Russell, who loudly and ceaselessly proclaims to all listeners that anonymity is only used by cowards and scoundrels, is engaged in defaming people while incognito, as witnessed by a comment of hers in TMZ and who knows how many other remarks I haven't yet found. In response she will claim (already has, in fact) that she is being bullied, that she's an innocent victim of unjustified attacks, but that's a case of the pot calling the kettle black. Anyone who was around when Ms. Russell first joined OS remembers that she made her debut here by ruthlessly harassing one of the most harmless and gentle people on this site. My initial interactions with her, which soon grew quite unpleasant, were in response to that episode. More importantly, said confrontations with Ms. Russell are a matter of public record and took place in a forum where she had every opportunity to respond. And too, those confrontations occurred under a name I've used for two and a half years on this site; there has been no attempt on my part to hide them, neither the fact of them nor from whom they originated. This is in stark contrast to Ms. Russell's libelous remarks about me, made under assumed names on at least one site where any meaningful reply on my part is impossible.
It puzzles me that seemingly intelligent people are taken in by Bonnie's self-serving, venomous lies, though I'm not surprised that some aren't willing to call her on them. I have exchanged messages with many people who Ms. Russell has tried to mislead and/or intimidate. Most of them are, not to put too fine a point on it, afraid of her. That is understandable, given her demonstrated willingness to engage in character assassination and smear tactics. It's not just that Bonnie will attack in OS; it is that she has no scruples about making any scurrilous accusation that pops into her head on any website whatsoever against anyone who crosses her . Such actions have real consequences in the real world for those defamed by Ms. Russell's words. Please bear in mind: anyone who Bonnie is displeased with and who has used their real name in Open Salon (or whose name she has found out by other means) faces the risk of libel and defamation of character. Today it is myself and one or two others; tomorrow it could be you.
If anyone cares to debate this comment they're free to do so. Unlike Bonnie's M.O. of skulking around in the shadows slinging unanswerable accusations, I'm prepared to back up what I say.
www.blogherald.com/2009/03/28/the-outing-of-a-blogger-social-transparency-or-violation/
And buried somewhere below, there was a comment about needing help arranging paragraphs. Oh reeeeaaalllyyyy? I happen to love arranging paragraphs even more than flowers or furniture. So if you need help, ahem, I could do that. Happily. Giddily even. In case you don't remember I still owe you a 4-leaf clover. They're not real abundant around these parts.
The Battle of Blair Mountain, a coalminers' strike in W. Virginia in 1921 which turned into the largest armed insurrection in the U.S. since the Civil War. At one point, before the army stepped in, 10,000 - 20,000 coalminers were battling thousands of coal company guards and state police. I want to relate the story to class consciousness (or the lack of it) in American society and to our current anti-worker political climate.
Inverted Totalitarianism. It's a phrase coined by Sheldon Wolin in his book Democracy, Inc. As one review said: To reduce a complex argument to its bare bones, since the Depression, the twin forces of managed democracy and Superpower have opened the way for something new under the sun: "inverted totalitarianism," a form every bit as totalistic as the classical version but one based on internalized co-optation, the appearance of freedom, political disengagement rather than mass mobilization, and relying more on "private media" than on public agencies to disseminate propaganda that reinforces the official version of events. It is inverted because it does not require the use of coercion, police power and a messianic ideology as in the Nazi, Fascist and Stalinist versions (although note that the United States has the highest percentage of its citizens in prison -- 751 per 100,000 people -- of any nation on Earth). According to Wolin, inverted totalitarianism has "emerged imperceptibly, unpremeditatedly, and in seeming unbroken continuity with the nation's political traditions." The genius of our inverted totalitarian system "lies in wielding total power without appearing to, without establishing concentration camps, or enforcing ideological uniformity, or forcibly suppressing dissident elements so long as they remain ineffectual. A demotion in the status and stature of the 'sovereign people' to patient subjects is symptomatic of systemic change, from democracy as a method of 'popularizing' power to democracy as a brand name for a product marketable at home and marketable abroad. The new system, inverted totalitarianism, is one that professes the opposite of what, in fact, it is. The United States has become the showcase of how democracy can be managed without appearing to be suppressed."
Sounds like us don't it?
Afghanistan. The campaign season kicks off in a few weeks, and given that Obama's plan calls for us to begin drawing down troop levels in July and that Petraeus is resigning, this could be make or break time. Probably break.
Pictures of my cats. I have lots of cute kitty pictures I need to write captions for.
And so on and so forth. Please don't scoop me on any of these, I was speaking in strictest confidence.
Don't lose a minute's sleep over my scooping your ideas. I would never do that, unless you consider butting in and occasionally saying "hey look what I found that might help" to be scooping. Or "here's a human interest aspect you might want to consider." Hear that sound? That's the sound of the wheels in my brain turning, a dangerous noise if ever there was one.
As for the kitty pics (what a softy) why don't you post them and let other people write the captions then pick a winner. And what about Pepper and Violet? Why don't they get equal time? We just got a new kitten addition (without my permission) named Jimmy Lou. About 2lbs. and found shivering outside an NA meeting in the ghetto. Pitch black, tiny white paws, huge green eyes and he purrs constantly and loudly.
Mission, it is very serious indeed. I can't overstate how seriously I take it. Actions generate consequences, and those consequences can - and will - flow in both directions.
What are you looking to do with "inverted totalitarianism?" Do you want to promote Wolin's case that what passes for "democracy" in the U.S. is really a veneer for the melding of corporate and state governmental power into a system that's not so different from the totalitarian regimes of the past? If that's what you want to do, it seems to me your premise is one of democracy in trouble. Which it most definitely is. Personally, that's one of the reasons I find the protests in Wisconsin so heartening. To see people finally getting passionately worked up about something gives me hope that all is not lost. I like the first part of his title, "Democracy Inc." It's less high-concept than "inverted totalitarianism," which is a bit off-putting and it really sums things up.
The U.S. is supposed to be the gold standard for democracy but it's laughable considering how indifferent so much of the population is toward its own governance, and the way the Right has created a culture of fear starting with the "war on terrorism." Now it seems there's a war on everything but mainly Americans: busting unions, sending jobs overseas, companies downsizing, etc. People are scared. From what I can tell, Wolin makes a pretty good case for Americans turning into “a herd of timid and industrious animals of which the government is the shepherd.”
He sounds hilarious too: “No collective memory means no collective guilt; surely Mai Lai is the name of a rock star.”
You have so much to work with here and the ability to tie it in with current events.
I've been contemplating a post on that and the origin of the term 'redneck' for quite some time but it's just so much work. Plus, someone called me intellectually lazy on FB the other day and I was going to write a big, long rebuttal but that was too much work too.
Mojo, are you Majorly mocking me? I'm planning on doing a post about procrastinating; maybe I'll start it on Tuesday. And yes, the miners' kerchiefs, tied around their necks so they could identify each other, is the origin of the term redneck. Most people have never even heard of Blair Mountan, but, for a defrocked Mormon, you seem well-versed on it.
Try scrolling two thousand five hundred comments, or not.
Maybe not, isn't it.
( *Swahili : Wanna dance ?)
Charlie Sheen, in the Hollywood Mythology, is the God of True Romance and Long Lived Marriages, that's why Bonnie posted that over at TMZ.com, she KNEW you'd find it and go ape shit crazy, FOR LOVE!!!!
Plus, if you two tie the knot, Bravo has opted in for a reality show, entitled, TWO'S A CROWD, THREE'S A FLING!!!
Dr. Amy will play the third, as the jilted lover trying to break you and Bonnie up!!
I know, awesome show right?
So damn it, my friend, jump on your scooter and ride to Cali-for-ni-a, weeping all the way!!
~TEARS~ I always cry at weddings.
**Boohoohoo**
And yes, nana, you can wear white!!
~more tears~
I'm already listed myself as Matron of Honor! ~Weeping~
Trig and Major Mojo can both be ring bearers.
I'm not sure who's catering the event!!!
As a surprise twist, we're adding an orphan from Nigeria!! ALL THE EXCITEMENT OF HAVING KIDS, WITHOUT THE ICKY PART OF REPRODUCTION!!
Awesome, I know!!! Who wants dessert? YOU DO!!!
**Wanders off**
This could be bigger than William and Kate. I don't want to be the flower girl anymore. Me and black and white can be bridesmaids. We get to pick our own dresses.
Tink, you can give the groom away!
Kim can perform the vows - in Swahili.
The Nigerian orphan is a GREAT idea! It'll be fantastic publicity because we can get Brangelina to adopt him or her...how about Nigerian orphan twins? They need another set cause their biological ones aren't that cute. In fact have you noticed their best looking children are the adopted ones? Isn't that strange, as good-looking as they are? Getting off-topic...
My God it's so nice to have something to look forward to!
And w&b, this is not very nice and I NEVER read People magazine (except for the movie reviews) because I am above celebrity gossip. But I did happen to notice once in a picture that Shiloh looked an awful lot like Chaz Bono after his sex change. Partly because they dress her like a boy.
:D
Margaret, I know, isn't love magical? I just got done writing my blog about my pitch to the big dogs at like NBC and stuff. ~tears~ It'll be the best Un-scripted scripted reality show EVER!!!
The wedding will blow away that Prince and Princess wedding by 10 fold! Will they have a talking donkey?
Well yeah, they'll have two. Prince Charles and Camilia!!
Shoot. Welp, we'll think of something magical!!!
Kim, Asta Langa Gora Click Click Bopa Deppa Shore!! Click Click!!
Yeah, I speak a little Ansanesian. (Translation: You have a nice donkey, mind if I ride her?)
W&B, I'm working on a new post right now. If the coffee does its job I may have it done in a couple hours. Maybe. And Kim raises a good point; have you ever been to the truckstop? It makes this little thread look positively succinct.
Tink, you're a good soul, bless you, but I'd sooner get a blowjob from a rattlesnake.
Kim, Ninakupenda right backatcha you big lug.
I didn't know Chaz Bono had a sex change.
Tink, we need a location. These things have to be booked way in advance. And we have to outdo the royals. I'm going to start with the Vatican and work my way down. (But wouldn't Rome be divine for a party?!) If that doesn't pan out, there's a church about an hour from me with a 60' statue of Jesus (just his top half) rising from a swamp in front of the church. He's known as "Touchdown Jesus." Let me see if I can find a picture - words don't do him justice.
Sorry Chaz Bono. I meant Chastity, who's now Chaz.
newsfeed.time.com/2010/06/15/touchdown-jesus-statue-destroyed-by-lightning/
No, no, Nana, you don't have a say in this, you're going to get married and it's going to be on TV, we'll get you two a annulment or a shot of something, whatever those Hollywood types do once they sober up!!!
Yes, yes, I have a good heart and a wonderful soul, now remember, when the bride comes down the aisle, you're not suppose to turn and run! You'll hurt her feelings. Margaret told me that. white and black told me "If you see Maury Povich, tell him, 'The baby ain't mine!!!'" But that's for a different segment of the show which we won't go into....
:D
I LOVE PLANNING WEDDINGS!! ~TEARS~
**Wanders off**
can't we just have a party for no reason?
I love planning weddings too!!! Although I only planned one. And I only had three months. Because otherwise I wouldn't have been able to button up my very narrow waisted dress - ahem. That's not going to be a problem is it, for our blushing bride? Because well, I've already taken the liberty of picking out the dress. It's a gorgeous Monique Lhuillier antique white satin number and it's not very forgiving. If you know what I mean.
But then neither is our bride hahahahaha! The Rattlesnake Ranch sounds like a perfect spot for the nuptials. And the little gators mean we can invite children and not worry about them getting underfoot. Kids love playing with animals, especially ones with huge mouths full of sharp teeth.
Ron, welcome to my blog, and thanks for getting the intent behind this post. Hilarious poignancy, that's me alright, though many don't see it that way.
Me and the wifey could renew our vows, that'd be sweet. On May 23rd, we'll be married for 13 years. I know. Ain't love grand, sweet even, 13 of the longest years of my wife's life she ever did serve!!
She reminds me every day!! Teeheehee!!
Nana, I believe you and Chaz or Burt Reynolds are suppose to get married(I'm thinking the Russian lady I sent you might be an actual woman, but I still think it might work out!!!)
Open needs a wedding to get back on track, and also, I look pretty sweet in a tuxedo!!! Already got my own tail.
Haha!!
Yeah, the cough syrup is wearing off!! Love you man!! ~smooch~ Right on the lips!!
Who loves you?
The Door man Steve does!! Teeheehee!!
**Wanders off into the thorn bushes for a little nap**
Remember when we stayed up all night, till dawn, talking about the weather, how Kerry's name, when you spelled it backwards was the same sound a red tail jackass makes when it farts?
Me neither!! Good night Laurie Wandler, whereever you are!!!
ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZzzzz!
http://www.popvssoda.com/countystats/total-county.html
Tink, whatever happens we'll always have that morning you and I and the redtailed jackass watched the sun come up over the trailer court. Remember how the nighting-gales sang for us under the light of a harvest moon? Me neither; the cough syrup that night was phenomenal.
And you do realize that the wedding planning is revenge for what we have to go through to get here. Tink, you already have your own tail....I am cracking up. What color is your cummerbund? And I thought Laurie's last name was Parker something.
Margaret, it's Sarah Jessica Parker you're thinking of. Or Dee Snyder. I can't tell the two apart.
Phonology: Midland speech is firmly rhotic.
A well-known phonological difference between the Midland and the North is that the word on contains the phoneme /ɔ/ (as in caught) rather than /ɑ/ (as in cot). (This only applies to Midland speakers not subject to the cot-caught merger, on which see below.) For this reason, one of the names for the North-Midland boundary is the "on line".
In some areas, words like "roof" and "root" (which in many other dialects have the GOOSE vowel /u/) are pronounced with the FOOT vowel /ʊ/.
Phonetics: The North Midland and South Midland are both characterized by:
advanced fronting of /oʊ/: the phoneme /oʊ/ (as in boat) is fronter than in many other American accents, particularly those of the North; the phoneme is frequently realized as a diphthong with a central nucleus, approximating [ɵʊ].
advanced fronting of /aʊ/: the diphthong /aʊ/ (as in mouth) has a fronter nucleus than /aɪ/, approaching [æʊ].
English pronunciation can be divided into two main accent groups: A rhotic (pronounced /ˈroʊtɨk/, sometimes /ˈrɒtɨk/) speaker pronounces the letter r in hard; a non-rhotic speaker does not pronounce it in hard. That is, rhotic speakers pronounce /r/ in all positions, while non-rhotic speakers pronounce /r/ only if it is followed by a vowel sound in the same phrase or prosodic unit.
Maybe I was thinking of Parker Stevenson - didn't he play one of the Hardy Boys?
One of my best friends was from Columbus and I know for a fact he would have made fun of you too. He said "soda" and, worse, called tennis shoes "sneakers." We used to go fishing and get extremely drunk then he'd call me a "Kansas pussy" and we'd fight 'til we rolled off a cliff or into a river. Good ol' Jim!
I'm rhotic, as is most everybody north of the Mason/Dixon line, with a few exceptions. Rhotic speakers use a hard "R"; non-rhotic leave the "R" off, sort of the way they talked in Gone With the Wind. The hillbilly dialect I speak sounds weird to Northern ears but it's completely separate from that Southern thing.
That's too bad about Victorias Secret being illegal in Kansas. I always thought things got looser the more west you went. It's based here in Columbus; my sister-in-law works for the corporate office and gives us all nice gift cards for Christmas because she gets a 40 percent discount. But I think the Siamese twins thongs are special order only because they have to be custom made.
Margaret, things do get looser the Wester you go. In Missouri exotic dancers have to wear pasties; in Kansas, despite its uptight reputation, they don't. Not that I've ever been in a strip club.
IQ, that is very cryptic.
Isn't it interesting how thing vary from state to state - not to put too fine a point on it. Ha ha.
IQ, the one divide which can't be bridged is the pop/soda dichotomy. It's worse than the Montagues v. Capulets or the Walloons v. the Flemish. And yes, 303 is cryptic!
i always said soda, then moved to iowa where it was pop... i dunno what they call it here in cali cuz now i just go with coke or pepsi or whatever to avoid having to adapt yet again. we fear change.
they also said 'sack' back in iowa...in NY it was bag. my iowa friends once told me that if it was full it was a sack & if it was empty it was a bag... i told them to fuck off.
Full or empty my ass; I'd have told those dudes to fuck off too
And what kind of post? Are you looking for a salacious title to lure in readers, or something witty, or scholarly or, let me guess, cryptic?
small block V-8... obscure maybe but not cryptic
I remember the day we stood on the highest mountain in Nebraska and watched the sun rise with the red tail jackass. We were both young, possibly only 89 or 92. Whatever the age of consent is in Florida to have sex is.
We then parted, only to reunite here on Open, where we wrote daily, sometime weekly, but rarely monthly, as we couldn't be that far away from our fans, all 32 of them!! ~TEARS~
Good times, I made a post tonight where I once again let my real voice be heard to a new generation of reader, 18 and up, Iranian to North Dakota and back again, they still come, all 32 of them!!!
Margaret, my cummerbund is hot pink, to match my eyes!! ~;D
By the way, why hasn't this comment section been EPed??? GAWD!!!
But how can I forget those golden olden days??? We were young then, never knowing the rest of our lives were gonna suck. You climbed the Forbidden Pyramid of Ixtapchiquilhochtli with the Seven Albino Maidens of Hyborea, while I crossed the sacred river Alph with the Minotaur of Thulsa Doom in hot pursuit. Oh what times we had in the Pleasure Dome, decreed by Kublai Khan!
Wait a minute. Is this a reminiscence or the lyrics to a Rush song?
Have a goodnight Nana
oops here you go..
Course, it was the shitty candy, the stuff the dollar store won't even sell!!! But, well....
Plus, I have a cold damn it, right in the voice box, right here, pfffff...hack...cough.....pffffff....aaaargh, my throat!!!!!!!!
Maybe tomorrow will be better, with a strong hand and a steady something, IV? Maybe.....we will see better shores, where the unicorn will hump the grizzly bear and we shall see Uni-Bear-Corn or Grizzlycorn, whatever.
And yes, my friend, it may be a Rush song, but in here, **pointing to his spleen**, it is our song, a song of freedom, a song of revolution, a song of life!!
There shall be no better thing than that day, when we shall see the sun rise once more, high upon the Plains of Xanadasania, the Shores of GitchyGitchy, the wild free bird shall see the blue sky, and the rains shall part away to the seas below, FREEDOM!! FREEDOM!! FREEDOM SHALL RING OUT FROM THE HIGHEST BELL TOWERS IN THE LAND, JOYOUS SONGS SHALL SPRING FROM OUR HEARTS, AND THE GREAT GODS IN THE HEAVENLY LANDS OF OUR FOREFATHERS SHALL SMILE WITH GREAT PRIDE AS THE BLACK CHILD OF ZOOMBACALLACANNA SITS WITH THE YELLOW GIRL OF SPANANADANA AND THEY ALL SHALL SIT WITH THE WHITE BOY WHOSE LAND WE HAVE NO IDEA, AND EVERYONE SHALL IGNORE THE GREEN KIDS BECAUSE, WELL, THAT'S JUST AN ICKY COLOR, LOOK LIKE THEY GOT A DISEASE OR SOMETHING!
The Gods understand, they don't even like the green kids!!!
Until that day, we shall stay the course and rejoice with the little victories, like waking up at 5am with an erection lasting four hours or well, just waking up breathing, that's a good thing too!!
REJOICE!! REJOICE!!!
Wait, what was the topic? Oh yeah....I don't think the French should be allowed to participate in the World Economic Conference, they bring nothing to the table except their bitching and crying about, "We! We! We!"
I think we, the U.S. of Frucken A should just walk in, grab the map from the table, tear it into little pieces, piss on the floor, and then flip everyone off and walk out of the room, that's my stance on that conference.
World-united my left testicle, if I hadn't lost it in a poker game in North Korea back in 2008!!! PFFFFT!!!!
What the hell do they think we are, Star Trek? one Planet! one People!! KISS OFF YOU PEACENIKS!! I got your one Planet, bitches, it's about 2 inches long but if I hit ya in the head with a brick, it'll hurt!!! YEAH!!!
And that's that!!!!
By the way, what was the original topic? Oh yeah...I like beavers.
**Wandering off to bed**
Tink says "I think we, the U.S. of Frucken A should just walk in, grab the map from the table, tear it into little pieces, piss on the floor, and then flip everyone off and walk out of the room, that's my stance on that conference."
It sickens me that you left out invading and bombing them. Let's go kick the shit out of some cripples later.
Margaret, I want Celine Dion to sing "Down with the Sickness." It seems appropriate to the event.
Margaret, shouldn't it be "tested negative"? It seems to me that if one has caught something it's quite negative. Stupid doctors!
IQ, by sunrise the first day of the honeymoon I'll be gnawing my arm off like a wolf in a trap. Still, to back out now would disappoint too many people; my mental health is of secondary importance next to that.
Emma, as you say, she'll be back soon enough for another cycle of Jekkyl and Hyde. We should start a pot as to when the next identity will appear.
Margaret, I didn't get that joke but it sounds a little off-color. I'm deeply disappointed.
Dump Cake (350 degree oven)
(1) 21 oz. can cherry pie filling/(1) 15 oz. can crushed pineapple/(1) pkg. yellow cake mix/(1) cup chopped nuts, optional/1/2 c. butter, melted.
Dump pie filling and pineapple in a 13 x 9 pan; swirl together. Pour cake mix evenly over top. Top with nuts, drizzle w/butter. Bake 35-40 minutes.
Haven't made one in years but it's awesome. It rivals Oooey Gooey Butter Cake (don't tell me you haven't heard of that either).
IQ, the food porn on here gets off the hook sometimes. Vicarious food isn't fattening but the Pavlovian response it engenders in the weak-willed among us can have grave consequences.
I'm going with Grizzlycorn, and giving Tink the comment award for that one, the length of two average blogs, and twice as entertaining as ten average blogs. What's this about cake and TR IG?
white and black, how are ya? I'll be taking over from this point on. At least 'til eleven thirty. *yawns*
No you did not have to agree with me. But after you disagree with someone IQ then there is no more to do. I explained myself again and you still did not understand it.
That's my imitation of Victoria. OK, not an imitation, more of a copy and paste.
YOU'LL ALL BE SORRY!
@iq ... he could be on big salon in TWO categories!
@w/b.. HA! for fifteen bucks he might as well get all of 'em cut! Plus your blog you just put up is TOO FUNNY.
@Margaret.. in retrospect, I (think) I have heard of dump cake. The name though... eh, hate it! Sure as heck would eat some right now tho. Just call it tr ig happy cake
i have never heard of those cakes.... but i would eat them just the same.
nanananan just add "now with more cake" to the title & call this a new post. *waves* hi trigster
http://allrecipes.com/Recipe/Better-Than-Sex-Cake-I/Detail.aspx
ttp://jancooks.blogspot.com/2008/02/paula-deens-ooey-gooey-butter-cake.html
FYI, the pumpkin variation is out of this world. I suppose no one's heard of Levains Cookies in NYC either. After years of experimenting and single-handedly keeping the Nestle company in business, I can say with confidence mine are better. Or at least as good.
@W&B: I already asked you this on your hottest men post but - can I assume you also subscribe to The Slammer?
@ my girlfriend KIDDING BABEEE!
So who is MOSTLY responsible for running off Victoria/Veronica/Brianna? Emma Peel 2?
Lorianne is right: I need to change the name of this post.
I used to dog Brianna. Then I just felt sorry for her. Hi B/V/V if your reading. This one nite I copied one of her post to try to re-write it for her coherently, but then I got drunk and gave up two sentences in. My intentions were good though.
Nana, why don't you do a cooking post? You could call it Guns 'N Girls 'N Griddles. This might make up for the perversion of my innocent little Got Gat? ad campaign.
nanatehay
MARCH 03, 2011 01:25 AM
W&B, I bet the Wal-mart pics will be as disturbing as the mug shots. Thanks for getting the good stuff for us!
Trig, it was nice of Brianna to save my comment over here before deleting it over there, it saves me the trouble of having to write my own blog on this on my own blog explaining to people how I feel.
OUT!
I don't think the mail is working correctly on OS.
You can still make a wish, as long as the knife doesn't touch the plate.
Feelings, for all my life I'll feel it.
I wish I'd never met you, girl; you'll never come again.
Feelings, wo-o-o feeeeeelings,
wo-o-o, feel you again in my arms!
I believe you, Larry. There's gremlins in the machine, but my comments were really witty. :(
Rita! You're already a known member of the click, or posse, or Golden Horde, which is what I'm calling it from now on. Veronica has seen what you've done and it makes her feel unsafe.
Kim, all I want is a koala in marinade sauce. Is it true they taste like coughdrops?
And of course; nasty scenes in court follow honeymoons like night follows day. But not until we've had a decade or so to really fuck things up.
Larry, the cake sounds divine. What sort of ammo though? Remember, it has to go in an oven. Wouldn't want fireworks or anything.
I.....Q?? Love what you did with your hair. I wonder if there's such a thing as too much caffeine.
Drooling? I'll be projectile vomiting ejectimenta of pure love!
You look different. Maybe it's the light.
with a bat
IQ, am I that transparent? I guess I can't hide that look in my eyes, that certain something that says "amore."
I second W&B's motion for Mugshot Mondays, or at least Wal-Mart Wednesdays.
Margaret, is that another porno movie?
And who's returning to regular avatars? This one's a keeper.
Keyser Soze. Does anyone remember Keyser Soze?
Thank you, whoever you all are.
"Old McDonald had a farm ee i ee i o. And on that farm he shot some guys. Badda boom badda bing bang boom." Best use of a nursery rhyme in a gangster flick.
Why did IQ go back to using her real picture?
Nana, it already is tomorrow. In most places. Or maybe it's the day after tomorrow. Somewhere.
Another line.
You left the above comment on my blog. I came over to look at yours. What a f%#king hypocrite you are. It is too bad you are such an asshole, because those videos are great. I guess liberal progressives can use violence when and where they want; God forbid Conservatives and American Patriots use them though, hmmmmm! Americans do not buy into the liberal progressive refusal to be accountable for your own actions. Your pathetic reasoning is to always blame the dissenting voice to your violent political agenda, always come up with an excuse and attack both verbally and physically. Your socialist party is now responsible for its own demise. We are going to defend ourselves.
Take a good look at those videos you posted, asshole, because you liberal progressive socialists just might get a taste of your own violent hatred. If you want to point the barrel of a gun at someone, as per your photo, be prepared to be looking down a barrel of a gun. Your liberal progressive violence is molding and forming the resistance to your hatred every day that goes by. BTW, you better have better hardware than that, if your socialist party decides to up the ante against Americans.
"That is all you can ever do, skirt the issues."
Sounds like you're a little skirty yourself, T. The title of your post was "UNION VIOLENCE AGAINST AMERICANS is DESPICABLE" so I simply asked if you had any examples of this alleged union violence. Obviously, you don't have any or you would have cited them. Like most Teabaggers, when the truth doesn't fit your addled worldview you just make stuff up. You're pathetic, Tommy, all assbabble and no substance, but then we already knew that. Drop by any time you feel like regurgitating the talking points fed to you by your corporate masters; ignorant, deluded stooges make me laugh.
Would be fun to have the sniveller hold up the target while you sight in your rifle. Heh heh & heh.
And, as for the weaselette, I had a CUNTry song included in my post of today.
Q: How many Tea Party militia patriots can an Apache attack helicopter kill in 30 seconds?
A: As many as are stupid enough to come out of the woods.
hahahahahahahahaha!
for Trig.
errr nevermind.
pass the cake please.
guns. silly conversation, sexual innuendo and cake!
long live the rabid weasel post!
I'm torn between writing a new post and staying here with "Rabid Weasel" where I'm comfortable. The deciding factor will be if the coffee is effective today.
hey, margaret! how's things? while you're whipping up bizarro cake combo, could you just make us some brownies? xoxo
This post is averaging 26 posts per day. Kim's post is averaging 22 posts per day.
At the current rates, it would take around 511 days to catch up to the truck stop.
Larry, that's discouraging, but on the other hand there can be only one truckstop.
And IQ, Margaret prefers the soft g sound, she said so on my vaporized post from last night. Didn't she? Things got a little hazy there towards the end.
iq: The problem with "Margie" is it inevitably gets shortened to "Marge." "Marge" has always reminded me of a large, middle-aged unmarried aunt of indeterminate sexual orientation. Which is why I insisted on "Margaret" early on. And mark my words, very soon people are going to be singing the praises, or maybe blogging the praises, of Dump Cake.
Nana, you are absolutely right, "Margaret" does mean pearl. But Pearl is also the name of Mr. Krabs's teenage daughter on Sponge Bob. She is a large gray sperm whale. Aside from the fact that I don't know what a crab mated with to produce a sperm whale, this is not an image I could ever live with. Marjie is good.
and tomorrow i might make dump cake.
my smarty pants daughter said she once made a pumpkin pie filling version of and that its more a tort than a cake. she also told me (in her smarty pants sorta way) that dump cake is even better if you hold back a little cake mix to which you add brown sugar & melted butter to & drizzle on top before baking....
have i mentioned shes a smarty pants? and a hell of a cook?
This is women, talking about cakes.
W&B, I was asking Mags if she liked Marjie, though I can see how by the wording one might misconstrue it. I know you love Maggie as much as a kitten, and how many kittens even know how to bake?
Kim, it's troubling that the cake talk has now devolved into ways to punish boyfriends with substandard desserts.
Next week it'll probably be tofu. Maybe we already did tofu. Maybe it'll be Fun Ways With Grass, for the North Korean readers.
Or sand, for those from Libya.
Et tu, Stellaa, et tu?
BADDABING!
Stellaa, it's ironic that due to the weasel our names are now forever linked with the legend of Charlie Sheen. Sorta makes me wonder what else our names are now linked to. I hope your vacay was a good one even though they don't have cabana boys in Belgium.
Prepare medium size wallaby by hitting it on the head and castrating it. Set balls aside.
Bring fish stock to boil, add leek carrot onion celery, simmer.
Boil wallaby balls to firm. Cool and chop roughly.
Add saffron, coriander, garlic to tomato, add water & reduce in separate pan.
Throw the whole arrangement with fish mussels and prawns together and bring back to boil.
Serve with crusty poppyseed baguette.
lorianne, did you bake today?
Lorianne, what surprised me was how good Kim's recipe sounded. The coriander was an especially artful touch.
As for the dump cake - apology accepted.
That squirrel's cojone's were as big as a wallaby's !
Also, if you're tempted to try my soup, stir in some parsley & shaved reggiano at the end.
Finish the evening with Margaret's dump-cake and a cask of sherry.
Nana, were you hung over in your driveway because that's where you woke up? Or were you just going out to pick up the morning paper. And since it was pre-dawn and you were hung over how can you be sure of what you saw - or if you even saw anything?
Kim, I don't like to improvise when I'm cooking something the first time, so I have to ask: any chance of getting precise measurements and ingredients (minus the male parts). I'll probably substitute chicken broth for fish stock. (And fyi, please provide the measurements the normal way, don't use those silly letters like C's and ml's and g's that mean nothing to me and are just a big pain in the butt to make right.)
I hope someone is not listening to Little Feat while also reading Edgar Allen Poe; that seems like a really bad combination.
Margaret 4 cups ( not mugs ) of stock + the juice in the can of diced tomatoes ought to do it. If not fish I wouldn't substitute chicken I'd go for vege stock.
Four cups ( four people, but you can freeze it ) I'd use a dozen (large) prawns, same or so mussels ( some won't open - toss them ) & a decent white fish chopped into pieces.
I measure the herbs by handful : maybe 1/2 a handful each, if they're fresh. 2 cloves garlic. Salt&pepper at the very end.
Has anyone here seen Babette's Feast ?
Amontillado +
Haven't seen Babette's Feast but it's supposed to be excellent. I think it won an Oscar. But if you like food movies, the best one I've ever seen is called Big Night, followed by Tortilla Soup.
IQ, forget the kitchen challenge; I think this site is quickly becoming the next allrecipes.com. Pretty soon there's going to be all kinds of ads for cooking supplies here. Could be a gold mine, and to think it all started with a lowly dump cake.
See, nan, what happens ?
**Wanders off into the thorn bushes**
I used to have a very old two-volume set of Poe's collected works which my dog ate many years ago. I still miss those books.
Have never seen Babette's Feast but from the synopsis it sounds like quite a film.
The possum was real. I fled inside for a moment then came back out and it was still there. Upon closer examination I saw it was a female with babies, not the Spawn of Nyarlathotep at all. You can imagine my relief.
I feel your pain about the books. When I was a kid and my aunt and uncle got divorced, for some reason we came into possession of his leather-bound set of the collected works of Edgar Allen Poe, Charles Dickens, Victor Hugo and I think, Shakespeare. My sister and I loved the way they smelled and it was fun just to pretend like we were reading them. Then we grew up and both wanted them. We took turns searching the attic and decided whoever found them first would get them. But we couldn't find them. So we finally asked our mother, who informed us that she was sick of them sitting up there collecting dust and she'd given them to the thrift store. Along with some really nice antique toys, an original copy of Raggedy Ann and a bunch of her cool clothes and shoes from the fifties that would be so stylish now. She is a good woman but not very nostalgic.