Friday, June 20, 2008
Omigod, omigod, omigod!
The big day has finally arrived for Five Feet of Someday My Prince Will Come™ and I’d just like to say that I'm quite peeved. It appears that CC-HQ’s invitation to the big luuurrrrvvvv fest got lost in the mail.
Awwwww ... isn’t that sweet? She’s keeping with tradition — something old, something new, something borrowed, something blue for Mr. Five Feet of What Was I Thinking™. Ew, ew, ewwwwwwwww.
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Some time tomorrow afternoon, two members of the LVPD will be standing in the middle of a motel room bedroom, scratching their heads and saying, "Yeah, it really does look like he gnawed his own arm off, doesn't it? Weird."
Well, thank God she can finally start having sex. I think it will be therapeutic, I truly do.
...what? I'm sure old Re-lapsed Catholic hasn't been fornicating this whole time...surely not.
something blue for Mr. Five Feet of What Was I Thinking™
How else will she get her prince to come?
[I hate myself for this.]
Does this mean her offer to P.J. O'Rourk is temporarily on hold?
A Vegas wedding? How tacky. And yet appropriate somehow.
I guess she is assuming she is not on the 'no fly' list...
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I guess she is assuming she is not on the 'no fly' list...
Fly is okay. Is there a "no land" list?
I guess she is assuming she is not on the 'no fly' list...
I'm sure she's well under six degrees of "Homeland Security."
Michael Chertoff: Oh, she's good. She hates all the right people, after all.
Fly is okay. Is there a "no land" list?
A keeper.
Slightly O/T but, can these people get any thicker?
They don't even know when they're being made fun of?
Dr. Dawg - my shotglass is tipped to you. Alas, you made me spill the alcohol in it...
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