It's funny, with all the many millions of items we have written about one Ted "The Nuge" Nugent, we were really only ever working from transcripts (and album covers) when we detailed how he constantly wants to rape Hillary Clinton with a machine gun, and et cetera.
Good question. I was thinking more like neo-nazi skin heads.
Ted: Hey, heh, guys...what's up? We're all patriots here, right? Guys, what. What the hell. Now c'mon, stop that. Guys? GUYS? HOLY MOTHER OF GOD!!!
Actually, not this time. I believe that story ran in mid-2006. You'd have to read it - it really wouldn't be fair for me to summarize. I know why you ask but, this time, the correct response would be "Nope."
Nuge reminds me of the truckdriver in the David Sedaris New Yorker piece that kept asking him if he'd like a blow job. Or would like to give one.
Just the fact that I&#039;m male and so is nugitty, makes <em>me</em> want to avail myself of the lavender oils and such. But prolly with a glass of single malt Scotch and not the fancy grape juice.
Wait - <b>WIFE?</b> Somebody PLEASE tell me this neanderthal hasn&#039;t <em>procreated</em>. Holy fucking fruitloops in fried falafels. My snark (what meager supply I was apparently allotted today) fails me. Nugy has a wife? A <em>wife</em> - really? Wait, are we sure that wasn&#039;t really his nurse/nanny? YIKES, also.
-- Greg Kelly on Good Day NY, in a clip sadly no longer hosted by The Soup so you&#039;ll just have to imagine it, but it would&#039;ve been really good I promise.
Well, you can be a KKK Unitarian...but you just go around burning question marks in people&#039;s yards.
Bad Boys Bad Boys Whatcha gonna do Whatcha gonna do When they fellate you
Nah...that was just because he lost a bet with Frank Zappa&#039;
Good question. I was thinking more like neo-nazi skin heads.
Ted: Hey, heh, guys...what&#039;s up? We&#039;re all patriots here, right? Guys, what. What the hell. Now c&#039;mon, stop that. Guys? GUYS? HOLY MOTHER OF GOD!!!
Actually, not this time. I believe that story ran in mid-2006. You&#039;d have to read it - it really wouldn&#039;t be fair for me to summarize. I know why you ask but, this time, the correct response would be &quot;Nope.&quot;
He&#039;s had two wives and at least one other babymamma... eight kids. *shudder*
A walking, talking advertisement for Prozac.
And yet it still made more sense than The Nuge&#039;s normal.
NANCY REAGAN LIBEL!
The &quot;God Bless You&quot; at the end was certainly a nice, unexpected surprise.
Nuge reminds me of the truckdriver in the David Sedaris New Yorker piece that kept asking him if he&#039;d like a blow job. Or would like to give one.
If I wasn&#039;t already so sure Ted Nugent is a great guy, that video would certainly convince me.
Just the fact that I&#039;m male and so is nugitty, makes <em>me</em> want to avail myself of the lavender oils and such. But prolly with a glass of single malt Scotch and not the fancy grape juice.
Wait - <b>WIFE?</b> Somebody PLEASE tell me this neanderthal hasn&#039;t <em>procreated</em>. Holy fucking fruitloops in fried falafels. My snark (what meager supply I was apparently allotted today) fails me. Nugy has a wife? A <em>wife</em> - really? Wait, are we sure that wasn&#039;t really his nurse/nanny? YIKES, also.
<blockquote>I dunno. Science!</blockquote>
-- Greg Kelly on Good Day NY, in a clip sadly no longer hosted by The Soup so you&#039;ll just have to imagine it, but it would&#039;ve been really good I promise.
He only wears that camouflage hat to hide the fact he doesn&#039;t have a brain.
He didn&#039;t rape Willow with his mouth, so Sarah Palin still lurves The Nuge.