the Iron My Shirt guys to go to an Obama rally and holler, “Pick my cotton!” “Fetch mah julep!”
A tordid affair. Tordid? That’s torrid AND sordid.
With all the Heath Ledger coverage, I missed that Suzanne Pleshette died.
the Iron My Shirt guys to go to an Obama rally and holler, “Pick my cotton!” “Fetch mah julep!”
A tordid affair. Tordid? That’s torrid AND sordid.
With all the Heath Ledger coverage, I missed that Suzanne Pleshette died.
Naw, they have machines for that now. You’ll have to pick some other racially-stereotyped task.
Better?
Hooo. Some people won’t know what that means. Those that do, though, would likely rip those guys several new orifices.
Sounds like a hate crime, Dan.
Obama doesn’t want to be the African-American candidate. He’s so mad at Bill for making him out like that. Bill’s all like you’re Black, dude. Own it. And Obama’s all like race has nothing to do with the hopeyness. They’re both probably right I think, it’s just that Bill kind of has a lower burden of proof to meet.
Patsy to Margo – Cuff me, babe. Torrid, sordid and hawt. Didn’t they let the husband watch?
Damn, I dunno. Spicy red wine, and a psychic. A powder-blue bed, and a shooting in a Church.
So, when did the writer’s strike end?
The strike ends after Mr. Goldstein comes back. I can’t wait to tell him about Cap’n Ed picking his dude.
I’ll give ’em $50 bucks to do it while wearing a noose.
This guy was verbally and emotionally abused. He shouldn’t have received more than say…60 days of rehab then supervision for a few years.
It’s not like he shot his spouse in the back with a shotgun or anything.