What with all of the holiday hubub, I have just realized that while all my blogging pals have posted heart felt Christmas sentiments on their sites this past week, I have left up a video of Jack Bauer threatening Santa with a knife. Nice.
I hope that in some way this makes up for my thoughtlessness.
I would call this a good first step on the road to redemption.
Heh.
I believe you’re looking for some Rule 5 linkage from my sweetheart, Smitty.
It’s raining/sleeting here, what are doing today, besides looking at porn?
Porn? PORN?!
This is a beautiful Ethiopian woman with…her titties exposed…ok, I cop.
Bronchitis, bathrobe, unshaven…that’s what I’m doing today. Same kind of weather up here. Rain, 34 degrees. BLECH!
How was your Christmas kid?
I had a cold and felt like crap, but the kids had a great day and I didn’t kill my mother, so not too bad.
I managed to get into a pair of sweats and build a nice fire so far, but that’s about it. I’ve got to run the dumb cat to the vet to have his twenty stitches removed in a few minutes – the moron tried to climb down the balcony and ended up impaling himself on a bush rather than landing properly like any other non-retarded cat.
Then I shall drink bourbon and write something scandalous that will offend nearly everyone who reads it – you know how I love being called an ignorant slut every other Tuesday. Should be a great afternoon.
Can’t wait to read it. I got a jug of Maker’s Mark for Christmas that I’ve been nursing so I’m with ya on the Bourbon front.
Congrats on your nomination by Dennis the Peasant as best writer on the intertubes by the way. That guy’s a grouch but he’s funny as hell and knows talent when he see’s it!
That was pretty damn cool, Mark and completely unexpected. I’ve been reading him for years and I adore his cranky brand of snark, the man makes me laugh like a mad bastard. I used to comment there frequently, a few years back before the Haven was open, but I had no idea that he’s been reading me.
It’s nice when the people you admire think that you’re not too shabby your own self. His praise gave me a little glow inside.
Of course, my dear husband used it as an excuse to carp on my ass about the half finished book I’m not working on at the moment.
Now Daphne, give the boy a break! He has to keep up with the Maggie’s Farm guys, after all….
Yah, those bastards banned me after I partook in a fierce argument defending good Alison with their resident queen bee, a cunt of vicious proportions.
I bested her ass and they graced me with banning….go figure.
The fucking smiley faced icons are back, Mark.
***shudder***
God damn I hate those smiley faces.
You were banned from Maggies farm? Here I thought they were regular guys. Queen bee? Is that the foul woman who came between us Daphne? I learned a thing or two about trying to be reasonable with a twat didn’t I!
No, no — not the same woman at all. That was Gerard’s slice of mediocre DC shadow woman you were hosting – a bit of snotty east coast irrelevance he tolerates for unknown reasons. MF have their own home grown brand of starchy crotch policing the posts.
She strafed Alison and I went in supporting my girl as her wing man – we were banned after our jaunty, if prolonged and profane, efforts.
I’m a little proud of that badge, the first and only place I’ve ever been banned!
My mistake.
Starchy crotch. You do have a way with words.
You aren’t drinking enough. Gerard’s patch of east coast bitch is known as blonde hatch, the general shorthand for that piece of D.C. arrogant ground.
I’ve got half a fifth of bourbon down and it’s not even 7:30. Preceeded by a bottle of good red wine at a late lunch.
Don’t tell me I’m not drinking enough.
I’m leaning sideways and might fuck a wookie at this point – I am completely faced. Take everything I type with a grain of salt.
It took me a whole minute to type salt properly.
Wookies are sexy if dressed properly.
zlt.
Heh.
We’re pretty damn amusing when flying three sheets to the wind.
I was feeling none too good the day after.
I felt like something crawled down my throat and died. That was a vicious hangover.
On top of the hangover, my brochitis took a turn down pnumonia road.
Looks like I’ll be starting 2010 flat on my back looped on codine cough syrup.
I hope you’re taking a nice z-pac as a chaser.
I’ve been knocking back the codeine and aspirin for two days now, I expect I’ll be visiting the doctor come Monday for the same crap.
It’s a bitch getting old.