OT topic, but back when I was married, I was at another horrible thanksgiving dinner with my wife's family. During desert, my sis-in-law asked how much whipped cream I wanted on my pie, I told her to keep going until her arm got tired. At that point, the wretched old troll that was my wife's grandmother said, "well no wonder you're so fat!". I shoulda killed her when I had the chance.
Lol, yep. My mom had two miscarriages right before she calved me. She was sick as a dog the whole time she was pregnant so they thought I was just going to be a replay. But Lo! I popped out into the world on Easter Sunday to bring my special brand of torment to the world.
And it's not as if baseball should be unfamiliar, threatening territory for him, either. He used to pretend to be a part-owner of a baseball team.
OT topic, but back when I was married, I was at another horrible thanksgiving dinner with my wife's family. During desert, my sis-in-law asked how much whipped cream I wanted on my pie, I told her to keep going until her arm got tired. At that point, the wretched old troll that was my wife's grandmother said, "well no wonder you're so fat!". I shoulda killed her when I had the chance.
It looks like she's covering her head. From shame, no doubt. But could be 'cause of the baseball.
well congrats and i hope you do not have to work today.
also: no jacket. this is an insult to the office.
god this guy.
it's good to be reminded how bad that administration was...
Lol, yep. My mom had two miscarriages right before she calved me. She was sick as a dog the whole time she was pregnant so they thought I was just going to be a replay. But Lo! I popped out into the world on Easter Sunday to bring my special brand of torment to the world.
Wonkette Jr: Nothing would make us happier than to see you give up evil psychology for a rewarding career in evil blogging.
shoot bush? shoot him with their votes, you mean.
The math is not strong in this one. He was "elected" zero times, occupied the Oval Office two times.
and people ask me why I left the Church. I'm glad you both made it.
ha ha, I'm not the mystery blogger, just the evil psychologist. Evil blogging does sound like more fun.
And it's not as if baseball should be unfamiliar, threatening territory for him, either. He used to pretend to be a part-owner of a baseball team.
It was a muslin baseball.
He might have shot at it, but he would have hit Pierzynski in the face.
Verily...for if I don't, I'll be forked.
Win!