Welcome Tiger Woods to The Cockamamie Club.
I just put on my MBTs so I could stand and bake the rest of the day. Running through my mental holiday check list, I could not peg what was bringing me down as opposed to my usual excitement. “Fresh cranberries. Check. Emotional swell. Cornmeal for stuffing. Check. Emotional swell. Roasting pan from garage. Check. Emotional swell. WTF is going on?”
“…And then there was our former Miss California, Carrie Prejean , who during her hormonal rampant teen time, videotaped some solo sport which she “innocently” sent to her lonely boyfriend. It wasn’t sex. And one must also understand that because she’s a model, sexiness is her job…”
350 is the optimum PPM of carbon dioxide in our atmosphere. This Saturday, Oct. 24, 2009, you can learn more about how you can help bring our present 387 PPM of carbon dioxide back down to a safe level.
“Patriotism, along with obedience, veracity, liberality, patience, humility, and chastity (I still dress like a Catholic girl) are also moral virtues.”
Poor Justin has to get something going in less than 10 minutes so, because his jerk company ignores my do not call demands, and my whining and complaining falls on deaf ears, I say screw with ’em. Guarantee they’ll remove your number from their list–voluntarily.
Condor dies from eating trash.
I’ve concluded that scribing a memoir, on line, on this blog site, is lunacy. If Hemingway were doing this, he’d have visited self-annihilation much earlier. Swimming with hungry sharks seems more rational.
I wasn’t invited to Michael Jackson’s Memorial, but I WAS invited to Toby Weber’s memorial.
Gov. Mark Sanford is initiated into the Cockamamie Club–bad boys with rampant cockamamie’s.