I'm in Kansas City today, keeping the world safe from the mindless claptrap that is corporate America.
In my absence, please feel free to talk amongst yourselves, including solving the current political crisis, discussing why Michele Bachmann is the worse political candidate for President in our lifetimes, and why, exactly, anyone thinks that Miley Cyrus and her douchebag father have any kind of talent. At all.
In the meantime, I'll be talking loudly and carrying a big stick. Why, yes, both are necessary in my occupation, thanks for asking.
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You go Grrl!
JANIECE IS GONE! PARTY!
(jumps on the sofa)
(spills cookie crumbs on the sofa)
Kegger at the big yellow house!
Those ARE NOT my dirty footprints on the new carpet, Janiece. I'm just letting you know, now.
I didn't know who Miley Cyrus was. After a Google search, now I know. Ignorance was bliss.
Pass me a drink.
I got me some BonBonBar chocolate! Anyone for a Scotch Bar?
WooHoo!
As always, my good friend Jack is close at hand...but I don't mind sharing!
Hooo-boy! The womens is out in force. Par-tee' Don't mind me. I'll just sit here pretending to eat a cookie.
I'll bring the balut!
I'm bringing braised fennel!
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