These people have always skeeved me out. Since this fine photograph was taken they have had 4 more.
They are irresponsible leaches on their community and society in general. I wonder what it must cost their county to shuffle these freaks through public school.
I firmly believe it is the right and responsibility of their obstetrician to drug her and tie her tubes without her knowledge.
Plus they have no taste and the super sperm producer's name is Jim Bob. Gross.
Have a lovely Christmas or Hanukkah folks. And just to remind you that even though we are in a really serious recession, it doesn't have to effect all of us.
Just look what you can get if your family has more money than God and you do nothing all day, every day.
I give you Paris Hilton's new Bentley:
Seriously! It's really her's! See:
I don't have a problem with taking children to Disney World. Aside from all of the obvious (and sickening) commercialism and money worship, the experience can be very magical and memorable for kids oblivious to the bitterness that age brings.
I also happen to like dorks. Intelligent dorks who watch Star Trek Next Generation re-runs or have the remote button stuck on the History Channel.
But have you heard of anyone (at the age of 40 no less) who decides to HONEYMOON in Disney Land? This is something I was recently confronted with and had to choke on my own tongue.
For any of you who have had the misfortune to cram yourself into my phone booth of a former kitchen. Here is how it looked at 8pm last night.
The floor is Italian porcelain and the counter tops will be solid quartz in black. Once it's done I will be posting before and after photos. John said it best once when he said that our old kitchen looked like it was cobbled together with old crappy pieces of ass to make one big (small) mess.
Sorry guys. I'll post on Monday with photos of my completely demolished kitchen. It's taking all my free time as you can most likely imagine.
The guys in IT are having a beard growing contest running up the the football playoffs and I've been called in as official judge. The only criteria is "who's beard is awesomest?" I voted for Nick because he always comes running when my printer jams. And, well, to be honest, his beard IS awesomest.
This got me thinking. My dog Naomi and her cousin Winnie are two of the most beautiful dogs on the planet. Oh, they know it too, they are all like "I'm the prettiest" "no, I'M the prettiest", etc...
Naomi is the classic blond bombshell and Winnie is the adorable, brunette girl next door.
Let's end this fight right now. Which one looks the awesomest? I need your vote!
God made red wine just for this sort of occasion.
Because I'm a total loser. The boots look nice with the cords though, so I'm 1/2 redeemed in my own mind.
Happy Halloween!
This is a photo of my co-worker Tory's kids. She got the shot at the exact moment of the flatulence. I don't know what's better: The look on the baby's face as she's squeezing it out or the reaction of her brother? You decide.
