It was so cold out, on the way to the truck, earlier today, that I had icicles hanging off of My Blueberries Down Below. Luckily, I survived the twenty second walk to the truck and turned on my hiney heater (what I call my seat warmer) and the icicles defrosted rapidly and all was well again in the Land of Nutsack.
Dance! Be Merry! Have a mug of ale!
Isn't it great that celebrity/actor, John Travolta, flew a ton of supplies down to the earthquake victims in Haiti. My respect for him went up a notch. I don't care what his personal beliefs (Scientology) are, as long as the rich bastard is doing some real good.
You know what else is doing some good?
I don't know. You don't have the answer? Damn.
This idiot looks like he has an oddly happy expression.
Perhaps setting himself on fire is his passion.
I like him because he makes me smile and think more highly of myself. Thank you, idiot, for the gift of making me feel superior. Salute!
I applaud your glorious ignorance and only wish that I could douse you with gasoline. What comedy you could bring to the public!
No, you will not be allowed to venture outside! You may get Frozen Blueberries Syndrome. Stay here, where it's warm. Especially for you, you King of Idiots!
Now, good day to you, sir.
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