1) Is it wrong that I love it when hypocrites like Bob "I ♥ Black Cock" Allen and Glenn "I'll Suck You While You're Sleeping" Murphy Jr. get publicly humiliated? Because I do. Oh, god, how I do. Contrast that shit with last night's big, gay Democratic love-in and you tell me which party represents your values: the one that supports the rights of gay people and families to live openly and celebrates their contributions to society, or the one that supports sublimating your desires until they cause you to act out in socially deviant ways while continuing to preach the party line about gayness being a choice and gay marriage threatening the "sanctity" of heterosexual marriage?
2) You know what else I love? Bacon. Okay, you already knew that. But ohmygod this might be the best blog post ever in the history of everything (you rock my world, Joe) and this might be the most delicious thing I could ever put in my mouth (I am speechless, Sysm). Are you drooling? I so am.
3) Another delight: the trailer for Michel Gondry's new movie Be Kind Rewind.
4) Ha ha, nerds can't get blow jobs. No, seriously (via HuffPo).
5) Finally, a roundup of things making me smile: space touristry, urinal video games, where not to park your wiener (thanks for the hot link, B.A.), and the story of the real Omar. (Still haven't watched The Wire? What the fuck is wrong with you?)
8/10/07
friday bouillabaisse
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1. The party of "don't ask, don't tell" is the party which represents my values.
2. Do everything that he says to cure it, then cold smoke it. You can store it for a month in the freezer and have fresh, tasty bacon anytime you want. I could show you how, if you'd like.
I'm done commenting ecause it's quitting time. Have a great weekend Mrs. McGee!
I love Bob Allen's explanation that he was scared of the big black man. It makes sense, because if you want to make sure another man doesn't kick your ass, the best thing to say is "I'll suck your dick for twenty dollars."
k so i'm way late but I just wanted to tell you that my brother messaged me to let me know he would be playing "chocolate rain" at my wedding!
Oh Baby - you give such good links. You make me want to eat some bacon.
The $7 you pay for a Vosges bar is worth every bacony, choclatey bite. One must change their pants afterwards
Flounder - That's Ms. McGee, mister.
Todd - Yes. Perfectly logical.
Knitty - Squee!
Libby - I aim to please, baby.
Sysm - Then why don't you send me one and I'll be sure to eat it with no pants on, k?
“what occurred, occurred between two consenting adults,” one of whom just happened to be asleep at the time. If there had been bacon involved in that little dalliance I'd have exploded.
I think the young republicans should just send all their news items to Cinemax After Dark.
Finally, I have an excuse for my virginity beyond the fact that I'm fat. Now it's because I'm fat and dumb!!!
"Fatty" Arbuckle was no virgin, that's for sure.
Scarlet - You are a genius and I love you.
Nick - No, honey, you're fat and smart. Anyway, I guarantee you'll make some lucky girl very happy someday. For about two minutes.
VG - You don't mind if I call you that, do you? I mean, I know it's kind of shorthand for "vagina," but vaginas are nice, right? Anyway, welcome! You are correct. "Fatty" Arbuckle was most definitely not a virgin. He was a freaky perv. From Kansas! There's hope for you yet, Nick!
You had me at bacon, but I got lost at bacon chocolate.
I thought all the Republicans were gay.
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