Off to a barbecue for the remainder of the afternoon, then it’s on to tonight’s Rocky Mountain Blogger Bash. If you’re in the Denver area, please do drop by and say hello. Or even, “hey, can I buy you a couple pints of Guinness, Jeff? And a steak sandwich?”
Because yes. Yes you can.
NEVAH!
Have six or seven and get a sandwich for the little fella’ too. Just put it all on Ghandi’s bill. Cuz, he likes you!
Hey, let’s talk about him while he’s gone.
Jewboy!
So, after all those empty promises you guys are meeting in Denver rather than Los Angeles? I’m really hurt.
It’s not like I wasn’t going to be reasonable, either: I would have been willing to go somewhere close to a freeway.
(Just beer, Jeff? I predict you’ll be doing shots before they kick you guys out of there. And then you’ll be back here tomorrow complaining about your hangover. Right?)
Not complaining. Bragging.
Doubtless the Zionazi warmonger will be drinking many toasts to the deaths of countless innocent children while he hobnobs with the Rovite slime of Colorado. He’ll probably drive his Hummer to and from the event.
Because that’s just the kinda brown shirt he is.
Dean says that about all the girls.
I’m still in recovery from a nasty virus that slapped me around over the past week, so the Colorado Springs delegation will be one blogger short of a full set.
He’ll probably also run over half a dozen fluffy bunnies on his way to and from, cackling with evil glee at every thump!.
Not the egg salad!
Bathroom On The Right
I see the gorge is arising.
I see trouble on the way.
I see dark eyes flashing lightnin’.
I see bad times today.
Chorus:
Chow won’t stay down tonight,
Jaws clamped with all her might,
There’s a bathroom on the right.
I hear heavy chunks ablowing.
I know the end is coming soon.
I fear toilets over flowing.
I hear the voice of rage and ruin.
Chorus
All right!
Hope you got your shit together.
Hope you are quite prepared to lie.
Looks like we’re in for nasty weather.
One eye is taken for an eye.
Chorus
SB: cases
Okay, now that he’s gone…
So, he really IS a Jew? I mean… I can never be sure…
By Ward Churchill standards at a minimum.
Had a good time at the blogger bash, although Jeff and I were restrained from chanting GAY PORN COCK O’ HYPOCRISY so much because of all the broads that attended.
Pesky skirts.
You obviously didn’t stay that late. There was much Cock-talk towards the end.
In fact, I hate to embarass Jeff(Who am I kidding? I love it), but the barmaid actually called Jeff’s bluff and pointed out that his cock isn’t that large.(and no, I’m not making this up.)
I’m finding it hard to believe that Jeff would be restrained from speaking as such because of the “ladies.” But I could be wrong.
Bill, soooo…how did the barmaid actually know the size???? Hmmmm???
Nevermind. I don’t want to know.
I’m SO jealous I couldn’t be there! Since Attila Girl wants to go so badly too, I think the only compromise for next time between Denver and LA is…Houston.
It only makes sense.
Hmmmm.
“Because yes. Yes you can.”
You know Jeff I’ve been wondering about that for the longest time. Thank you for clearing that up for me. I didn’t know how to ask such a delicate question.
Obviously further proof of the calming influence of my mature aura.
No, wait a minute. I believe halfway between Denver and LA is just about….Tucson. Yes, yes! That’s it!
TW: “square”. Oh nevermind then. It’s true. I am.