I was here at 0458 hours and chose not to comment. Therefore, I’m the bigger toady. But nice try. Where’s the bacon?
If you didn’t even kiss the girl (boy in your case) you ain’t first
Maybe I did, maybe I didn’t. I’m puckered up a lot lately … BOHICA.
One of the best daily cartoon’s ever. You could figure out he was kind of a liberal…but he was (or is, I guess) a Texas liberal, so he pretty much stuck it to everyone. Unlike Doonsberry, whom I’ve always disliked.
Fellow fans would appreciate an emailed .mp3 if’n yer so inclined.
Never mind. Now got it (and “U Stink but I Love U”).
I totally would’ve sent it to you - glad you found it!
Much appreciated. YouTube + Audacity = hell, yeah!!!
I still have that insert plastic 45 RPM somewhere along with my Opus that went with me to flight school. Good times!
They’re in the soup line, near the end, haven’t been handed their spoon & bowl yet. Big Sister is also watching.
I heard a disturbing discussion yesterday on the radio between the host (?) and Gun Owners of America representative. The gist: When Ma Feinstein’s gun ban bill fails, Obama can issue an executive order to impose it. Then any gun dealer who does not comply, who continues to sell the banned guns will have Holder’s DOJ revoke his permits. Out.of.business.
Of course government workers will get pay raises, isn’t that how the system works? Firs destroy the middle class, expand the government and end up with two classes – the rulers and the proletariat.
Yep. So when those millionaires’ ($250k? $400k? Whatever!) taxes are raised and they reduce their purchasing, eating out, travel, etc., the poor store clerk, waiter, hotel concierge, etc. who is now working <40 hours a week to avoid the "free for a nominal fee" obamacare, will face lay-off. The increased tax revenue will be redistributed to those EBTers who can't work 'cuz they refuse to work (Can I use my EBT card at Outback? KFC has a big sign "EBT Accepted Here"). Stick it to the rich people!!
This is rocket science, isn't it? Duh. A repugnant repugnancy.
A repugnant repugnancy.
Did you call me? Remember, that’s BarryO’s new name for me! I take it that you were using it in the non-proper noun sense.
I wasn’t calling, but I’m glad you’re here abouts.
And I don’t think Miss Berrie thinks you are a repugnant repugnancy; I think it thinks every breath you take, every move you make, every bond you break, every step you take, every word you say, every game you play, every night you stay, every vow you break, every smile you fake, and every claim you stake are repugnant repugnancies.
First, the study/stats are racist because black.
Second, the song establishes religion because athiests.
Third, that guy looks really good in the tee shirt because biceps.
Two outta three repugnant repugnancies.
Bicepsism! the most repugnant repugnancisms. It’s so -ist -ism.
The Cowpugnancies vs. the Redskists, disgusting biceps everywhere. I think we may be lonely while the game is on! Cowpuganacies inter(bi)ceptism, perversionistism.
So, are you spending NYE with Meghan?
Megyn Marie Kelly? Loser! She has been adulterated in my mind with that ken doll she supposedly (she didn’t take his last name, married? huh!) is married to. (Yes, I wanted the participle to dangle, no one is perfect you know! Even Ken and Barbie are plastic) At least her first husband made her take his last name. Perhaps in a parallel universe, I, there, have got her straightened out, that should be enough. Nobody is obsessed with her, you know! In a unrelated note, I like my HD TV, I should start watching it.
I can’t seem to ever spell her name correctly. I wonder what Dr. Freud would say about that.
Anywhoo, you’re right; she’s not all that, OC guy.
Your “Y” is exposed, I divert my eyes. My mother trained me right.
I have studied this, those boots in 2009 and the nicely cut dress of 2012 are very nice. I had Mrs. Goatherd (she’s so loyal) help me in my observations on that dress. We’re quite sure it’s cut shorter in the front than the back and lets one see the inside of the back of the dress from the front. I divert my eyes, thanks, Loyal Mama Goatherd. It’s hard not to feel indecent watching her.
Well, as long as Mr. Hill, as a balding, boring dentist is happy with her, I say good on them.
Yeah. “Mr. Hill” is pulling teeth and someone’s pulling your leg …
Let me have my illusions!
*delusion* ssshhhhhhh …
I just saw Zachmed!! Right after the nice tall man in the e red and yellow uniform caught the ball that the nice man in the silver uniform threw right to him. This is soooo fun!!
I lived through The Odyssey today. Went to Home Depot to get a replacement bulb for my girlfriend’s outside light, and to buy $25 worth of goodies with a gift card. Had no luck finding her 60s era bulb, but bought a new flag for my house since my Old Glory was looking too old and faded. When I got back to the truck … no key in my pocket. It was on the seat inside my truck. I had to call my mother to come pick me up (the first time in over 30 years), and then had to drive an hour round trip to where my girlfriend works, to get my only spare key. When we got there, my girlfriend told me that her client was asleep, and asked if I would like to come in and look at all Vaughn Monroe’s gold records and stuff. My keys were visible in the seat of the truck, so I was too anxious to get back before it was stolen to do that (will be going back at Mrs. Monroe’s invitaton though). I left my house at 12:30 and got back at 5:30. I wasn’t longing to return home to my Penelope … I just wanted to watch the Patriots play Miami. Finally, I came home and all was right in the world.
A day in the life. Tommy did OK today; mom’s are the best; did you pet Argos; and why did you leave your key on the truck seat?
The key thing was a mystery. Then later during half-time, I walked my dog and found out how it happened. I was at my parents’ house watching the game, and went out to my truck to get a flashlight to walk the dog. After closing the truck door, I put the keys in my pocket. I was wearing a flannel shirt untucked, and when I pockted the keys, I also pocketed a bunch of shirt. When I lifted my arm, I felt and heard the keys fall to the ground. So, when I pocketed the keys while getting out of the truck at Home Despot, I did the same thing but without the sound of keys hitting the seat to alert me of my folly.
Goat, nice solution, but I’m going back to my old solution and get a copy of the key made and keep it in my wallet.
OK. But don’t leave your wallet in the glove compartment or tucked neatly under the front seat. Just.sayin’. *o^
That’s really nifty! You could keep it in the glove compartment or tucked neatly under the front seat. Great idea! #o#
<a href="Go To Page 1“>Is this better? I think it rocks! Kinda like the guys in red and gold ahh, yellow. -fritz-, and Scott M. and floyd are all not happy right now. Outlaw 13 is laughing, you know, “that” laugh.
Yes, I saw the “rock” and I saw the rout. Tsk. Tsk.
Did the 49ers win today??? Hhhmmm??? Anyone?
Watching Peter Gunn on HuluPlus. I’m sure Hulu shows it online as well. Great show.
I’m watching the guys in the red and yellow uniforms and the guys in the silver and blue uniforms run up and down the field.
I remember Peter Gunn, the cool opening credits gun graphics and cool theme music.
So…what are your plans for NYE? I just found out that these are mine. I’ll be the sober single doofus in the VIP section against the wall.
At least the scenery will be nice.
Of course - I’ll be in Armani. B-)
Designated driver, huh? Don’t lock your key in the truck and don’t worry: sober is sexy.
I spent too many NYE’s keeping the streets of San Francisco safe for all the drug dealers, pimps, and hooers to even think about leaving the quiet of my den now. I don’t even drive locally to friends’ soirees on the Eve. But I am so happy to go to the ranch on NY-Day to de-mud my horse and ride a little ride around the place. Peace.
Actually, we have a limo. But since I still have to drive back to my place from where we’re being picked up (and I need to keep my 48-year sober streak intact)…
So, this means you won’t be my +1?
Uh, not unless you’re muddy. Peace and good will.
Well, it is raining here in Big D, and I have been called a horses ass once or twice…
Enjoy your peaceful ride ’round the ranch, TCR!
If you’d put mudflaps and fender skirts on that horse, you wouldn’t have to demud the equine!
the cowboys lost……………
Dude, with that defense it’s just as well. Tell me you didn’t see that coming?