a thousand words…all of them four-letter
08 May 2008 24 Comments
in Celebrity, Culture, Humour, Politics, U.S., Weird, humor, tasteless
So, what are YOU wearing to Jenna‘s shotgun wedding this Saturday? For some reason, this picture just reminded me of that…
from Fark
May 08, 2008 @ 06:47:51
And so I looked inta that big ol’ soul ya got there Pooty-poot, and I saw this honkin’ ton o’ luv this big y’all got there for freedom and d’mocracy and hatin’ on fer the terrists. Y’all keep it up now, y’hear?
May 08, 2008 @ 07:11:56
Her Grace, the Marchionesse de WitchHampton etc
Your Grace
Eagles do like a Tale tres Romantisch
We do hope they live happily ever after
Your Grace’s obedient servant and
Tot siens
G Adler
May 08, 2008 @ 07:49:23
ian, you slay me.
G Eagle, I agree. They deserve one another: Putin and Bush that is.
May 08, 2008 @ 11:03:17
Yup. Just one big international Frank Sinatra and Joey Bishop. Hint: Putin ain’t Bishop.
May 08, 2008 @ 11:03:56
Vlad creeps me out. At least he is wearing a shirt in this photo. You know way back in the day he made my list of top five enemies of the world!
http://jjkaiser.blogspot.com/2007/08/hi-my-name-is-mahmoud-admadinejad.html
Actually he wasn’t on the list, I just couldn’t resist posting a picture of him shirtless. Well better go see my shrink now. HA!
May 08, 2008 @ 11:03:58
And why has my icon changed into a batik print?
May 08, 2008 @ 11:16:01
Check your Dashboard for WordPress announcements. They’re “Improving” things again. Funny, they usually do that on Friday.
May 08, 2008 @ 11:21:49
Ah yes, the he-man of the Steppes. But did you know that he has a tiny brown poodle for a pet? Honestly, he does!
I think he calls him Tony.
May 08, 2008 @ 11:31:36
Boris Yelstsin once told the story how Putin saved his life.
“I was walking near Lenin’s tomb and four internal security troops start rifle-clubbing and kicking me. Just as I thought I was going to die on the pavement stones in front of our departed comrade, Vladimir Vladimirovich walks by and says; “That’s enough, comrades. The fat drunken fool has made enough of a spectacle of himself with his incompetence in denying Mother Russia its rightful place among the world’s nations. Take him back to his dacha.”
May 08, 2008 @ 11:45:59
Very nicely done. Respect.
But for actual perfection, you should have linked to my post where I had the original story.
May 08, 2008 @ 12:34:50
Hey, where else are you going to find someone who can filter world events through Jackie Mason and the Rat Pack?
Besides, I didn’t steal the material for my blog this time.
May 08, 2008 @ 12:36:11
But…can you tell fortunes like Shirley Maclaine?
May 08, 2008 @ 12:42:09
No, but she and I don’t look substantially different from the neck up when we wake up in the morning.
May 08, 2008 @ 12:45:58
Now THAT I believe.
I can’t really hate on her, because we have so much in common. At the moment we’re both redheads, we’re both nutty as a fruitcake, and we both have a crush on Dino.
May 08, 2008 @ 12:48:25
Take my still-privatized conglomerate . . . . please!
May 08, 2008 @ 12:49:04
As Paul Lynde would say, that’s two nifties . . . .
May 08, 2008 @ 12:52:04
And I never said I didn’t like Shirley Maclaine. Her brother’s a putz, though . . .
May 08, 2008 @ 12:59:29
Her brother only EVER had his looks going for him in the first place.
May 08, 2008 @ 13:15:25
Yea, yeah, and then Bill grabs Monica’s head like this, and forces her down like this, and that’s I became president.
May 08, 2008 @ 13:23:35
Pretty much.
May 08, 2008 @ 15:14:09
“Look, comrade, you can fuck your country just as big!”
BTW, Vlad looks rather fetching. I would totally bed him, in a Whore Diamonds sort of way.
May 08, 2008 @ 15:44:20
INVSBLE SANCASLE!
Who are you kidding? There aren’t a thousand four-letter words Dubya can actually spell.
May 08, 2008 @ 22:12:58
Oh, come on. Even if you give him the alphabet blocks to play with?
I’ve got a fantastic quote from Bob Geldof I should put up, it’s perfect for this.
Stil, I’m not keen on the Vlad, but make sure the diamonds he gives you are REAL, okay? And remember, Tony is mine.