Ours is only 95, but it is disgusting. I'm with the 5 min rule too- out to the garden to get stuff, then right back in. I have some lavender I have to harvest, but I can't do it all at once. My son works in greenhouses in this weather. Thank goodness he's off this weekend, but this week has been a little challenging for him.
Just stating the obvious...but someone in Christie's position should consider not letting himself get so worked up. It could really have a negative impact on his health.
And by "position," I mean "pants size."
(edit: Not making fun of him for being fat, just saying the combination of weight and temperament aren't a good combo.)
Man, it's a damn good thing he has a job with excellent healthcare benefits, I mean, his blood pressure must be through the roof even when he's calm, then you add anger issues? He'd be uninsurable in the private market.
Ours is only 95, but it is disgusting. I'm with the 5 min rule too- out to the garden to get stuff, then right back in. I have some lavender I have to harvest, but I can't do it all at once. My son works in greenhouses in this weather. Thank goodness he's off this weekend, but this week has been a little challenging for him.
When our band gets back together that's going to be our new name: "Random Bum Fights."
woooaaahhh bamz killed some old lady in ohio cantor is so peeing from the fear.
"I wash myself with a rag on a stick."
Remember when Mitt said he wanted a VP like Dick Cheney?
If he was basing that on likelihood of having a heart attack, I think he's found his man. Sheesh.
Bipolar disorder is almost as big a burden as being a fat ass. Together, it's just sad.
Just stating the obvious...but someone in Christie's position should consider not letting himself get so worked up. It could really have a negative impact on his health.
And by "position," I mean "pants size."
(edit: Not making fun of him for being fat, just saying the combination of weight and temperament aren't a good combo.)
So Vice Presidential No?
Must. Not. Do. Fat Joke. Aaaaaaaaaaaaaarg! Man oh man is he really testing those pants. I'm guessing 556lbs per square inch!
*shame*
My Dog, could you imagine having this jerk for a neighbor?
Man, it's a damn good thing he has a job with excellent healthcare benefits, I mean, his blood pressure must be through the roof even when he's calm, then you add anger issues? He'd be uninsurable in the private market.
Given how Elvis spent his last moments, he may be pooping like <em>The</em> King before he knows it.
I&#039;m glad my boss just left, because that one mad me laugh hard.
I must say, Christie brings out the best in the Wonkette Commentariat. I&#039;ve been sitting here giggling for the last 20 minutes.
Capicola libel!
You&#039;re not in its weight class, by a few divisions, I suspect.