tommyrot: This is what's gonna happen later tonight: Bush will be talking to Carl Rove in the White House. Bush says, "You have failed me for the last time, Carl." Carl screams and runs. He hides in a dark room. But bush uses the heat-sensing pits on his face to locate Carl in complete darkness. Bush unhinges his lower jaw and opens his mouth 180 degrees. Next he expands his mouth, throat and gullet as he swallows Carl whole. Bush then spends the rest of his administration laying around the White House, digesting.
If tommyrot had written "Cheney" instead of "Bush," I'd be in bureaucracy, proposing we change his user name to prophecy_boy.
Commentary on election night. Bittersweet, but so funny:
What was more disturbing was that list of states that have banned gay marriage.
Matt the Bruins Fan:
I say we pull out, and make them cut their own hair, grow their own flowers, and cater their own damn weddings that would then be decorated in appalling colors by the straight wedding planners.
billytea:
Yeah. Last therapy visit, I added up my stress sources over the last year. It equalled the stress from 3.8 deaths of spouses.
Not only am I having a rough year, the only people who understand my pain are in certain breakaway sects in Utah.
Ginger:
And even those sects have trouble coming up with .8 of a spouse.
billytea:
Nah. "I'd like you to meet the little woman."
y'all are eloquent in your pain:
Holli:
My porn-and-frosting cure is not working, dammit.
This country really shouldn't have problems too big for rainbow chip frosting to fix.
Anne W.:
I think I'm going to allow myself to feel bewildered and hopeless until, say, Thanksgiving. After that, righteous anger and a driving sense of purpose.
Nilly:
Life is stronger than anything. Nilly "Natter 29: Got Title?" Nov 3, 2004 2:10:10 am PST
DavidS
, in Natter:
Scenario: Tip O'Neill's hanging out at the gates of heaven, having a smoke. Satan walks by and says, "Tip, how'd you like to see the Red Sox win the World Series. I can pull a few strings."
Tip gives him the stinkeye. "...And?"
Satan, "Bush gets four more years."
"Awww, fuck that. Get out of here before I call St. Michael on ya."
"Hear me out. They come back from three down against the Yankees in the playoffs. Then they totally humiliate them."
"No w-....Hmmm. Three down you say?"