Chastity Bono
Seriously don't read the comments. I sure hate people.
Xander ,'Get It Done'
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Chastity Bono
Seriously don't read the comments. I sure hate people.
Timelies all!
Once again, I have a cat in my lap.
It was even better when it was Joe Bob doing "Godstuff."
I worked on the student newspaper with John Bloom. I never imagined he'd grow up to be Joe Bob Briggs.
Number one, if the penguin’s gay, leave the penguin alone. God made the penguin that way and I agree — I mean, I’m not one of these guys who thinks you should be converting anybody to anything.
That's what you say now, Bill. What will you say when they want to get married?
And what about the gay vultures?
That's what you say now, Bill.
I think Bill is fine with gay people being gay as long as they are treated like second class citizens.
I think Bill is fine with gay people being gay as long as they are treated like second class citizens.
Or penguins.
I think Bill is fine with gay people being gay as long as they are treated like second class citizens.
Or kept in zoos.
Once again, I have a cat in my lap.
Before I took my shower this morning, my cat was looking longingly up at me as if she wanted to leap into my arms for some serious petting. Problem was that I was all ready to get into the shower and was therefore naked, and my cat is very good about steering clear of me when I don't have clothes on (her claws and my unprotected skin = not a good thing, which I trained her on the first week I had her).
Maybe Bill O'Reilly secretly wants to gay marry a penguin. Which we'll all be allowed to do once the Gay Marriage Oh Noes comes to pass.
Loki is in serious noodge mode. First, he kept nipping my calves because I wasn't giving him food fast enough. Then he was trying to knock over the food tubs, then bury the cat dishes. Over and over and over and over. He's persistent. It's noisy. I'm sure the neighbors wonder what the hell the clattering is (in burying the dishes, he repeatedly knocks it. On the wood floors.)