I'm having my "full periods" right now. The flow began at midnight and should be at high tide for tomorrow's Full Blood Moon and lunar eclipse.
So as you see, I'm fully qualified, with blood coming from my whatevers and whatnots, for my dream success. I AM the very best Dream Success Boss Lady east of the Mississippi.
Please deposit all my Dream Success monies into my PayPal account.
Yes! Good analogy with the Jon Lovitz guy, and nice catch by Dok re: childhood Bible being in near-mint condition. The hard-core evangelicals I know like to brag about wearing their Bibles out and needing new ones. Wonder if any of them have noticed the Donald's Bible yet? That picture of him hoisting it like he's in the pulpit at a tent revival makes me really WISH there were an Old Testament Yahweh who would smite him down, and not with votes, either. Maybe with boils and baldness.
There isn't one. Sans snark sad face. Everything has become increasingly hyper-suck since he left. Learning how his "friends" fucked him over was heart-breaking. My Magic Christmas Wish is that more fans will discover Southern each and every New Year by 100 fold. For every new fan, a bell chimes. Sometimes the ringing is from the Himalayans. Other times these bells are heard coming from Mt. Denali, and Terry will finally get his wings.
My favorite Trump-ism remains "What a hat!" but this is close. I've copied this excerpt from MSNBC's This Week in God:
TV preacher Pat Robertson’s Christian Broadcasting Network aired another interview with Donald Trump this week, asking the GOP candidate what God means to him. In a rather clumsy exchange, the New York developer referred to God as “the ultimate,” adding, “There’s nothing like God.”
Wow! You have solved a mystery for me! I googled Terry Southern and discovered he was co-author of a book I got hold of when I was maybe 10 that TOTALLY BLEW MY MIND! Candy. Yes, I read it when I was 10. Strange childhood, indeed.
Except when Sarah Palin was there, perhaps campaigning for the oldest man in the world back in 2008 -- as in, "Tundra-grifter visits Tucson." There, FIFY
Yes, I intend to. I was also surprised - and delighted - to learn he was a close collaborator with Harry Nilsson, one of my favorites. http://youtu.be/zbjoTQYNFAw
Yes. I believe that was this author's intent.
Hi Heidi,
I'm having my "full periods" right now. The flow began at midnight and should be at high tide for tomorrow's Full Blood Moon and lunar eclipse.
So as you see, I'm fully qualified, with blood coming from my whatevers and whatnots, for my dream success. I AM the very best Dream Success Boss Lady east of the Mississippi.
Please deposit all my Dream Success monies into my PayPal account.
Thanks doll!
Yes! Good analogy with the Jon Lovitz guy, and nice catch by Dok re: childhood Bible being in near-mint condition. The hard-core evangelicals I know like to brag about wearing their Bibles out and needing new ones. Wonder if any of them have noticed the Donald's Bible yet? That picture of him hoisting it like he's in the pulpit at a tent revival makes me really WISH there were an Old Testament Yahweh who would smite him down, and not with votes, either. Maybe with boils and baldness.
There isn't one. Sans snark sad face. Everything has become increasingly hyper-suck since he left. Learning how his "friends" fucked him over was heart-breaking. My Magic Christmas Wish is that more fans will discover Southern each and every New Year by 100 fold. For every new fan, a bell chimes. Sometimes the ringing is from the Himalayans. Other times these bells are heard coming from Mt. Denali, and Terry will finally get his wings.
Amen! So be it.
"Donald Trump Takes Out His Jesus Thing, Waves It At Christian Voters."
Why do I get the feeling that is something that will NOT be rising from the dead?
"And no gay apparel."So the homos are supposed to go nekked?? Yeehaw!
My favorite Trump-ism remains "What a hat!" but this is close. I've copied this excerpt from MSNBC's This Week in God:
TV preacher Pat Robertson’s Christian Broadcasting Network aired another interview with Donald Trump this week, asking the GOP candidate what God means to him. In a rather clumsy exchange, the New York developer referred to God as “the ultimate,” adding, “There’s nothing like God.”
That's true... just think how awful that would be.
Wow! You have solved a mystery for me! I googled Terry Southern and discovered he was co-author of a book I got hold of when I was maybe 10 that TOTALLY BLEW MY MIND! Candy. Yes, I read it when I was 10. Strange childhood, indeed.
Give her a consonant, she'll want a glass of milk. No, wait, that's . . . never mind.
Except when Sarah Palin was there, perhaps campaigning for the oldest man in the world back in 2008 -- as in, "Tundra-grifter visits Tucson." There, FIFY
. . . but I did not speak up because I was a hobbit.
Their roadshow wasn't such a big hit here. Phoenix is the natural habitat for wingnuts.
What an ignorant, solipsistic, authoritarian fuck.
Yes, I intend to. I was also surprised - and delighted - to learn he was a close collaborator with Harry Nilsson, one of my favorites. http://youtu.be/zbjoTQYNFAw