So, what are YOU wearing to Jenna‘s shotgun wedding this Saturday? For some reason, this picture just reminded me of that…
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raincoaster
49 degrees latitude, 360 degrees attitude!
So, what are YOU wearing to Jenna‘s shotgun wedding this Saturday? For some reason, this picture just reminded me of that…
from Fark
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?
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
ian, you slay me.
G Eagle, I agree. They deserve one another: Putin and Bush that is.
Yup. Just one big international Frank Sinatra and Joey Bishop. Hint: Putin ain’t Bishop.
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!
And why has my icon changed into a batik print?
Check your Dashboard for WordPress announcements. They’re “Improving” things again. Funny, they usually do that on Friday.
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.
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.”
Very nicely done. Respect.
But for actual perfection, you should have linked to my post where I had the original story.
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.
But…can you tell fortunes like Shirley Maclaine?
No, but she and I don’t look substantially different from the neck up when we wake up in the morning.
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.
Take my still-privatized conglomerate . . . . please!
As Paul Lynde would say, that’s two nifties . . . .
And I never said I didn’t like Shirley Maclaine. Her brother’s a putz, though . . .
Her brother only EVER had his looks going for him in the first place.
Yea, yeah, and then Bill grabs Monica’s head like this, and forces her down like this, and that’s I became president.
Pretty much.
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“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.
INVSBLE SANCASLE!
Who are you kidding? There aren’t a thousand four-letter words Dubya can actually spell.
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.