Dear Commercials:
Stop warming my cockles.
I am serious.
Dear Commercials:
Stop warming my cockles.
I am serious.
…Ben Franklin said all that stuff?? He was good. He should have blogged.
Internet Personals: You need them really bad, because even sitting here and using them makes you just a little fatter.
Al Gore might not be responsible for the entire internet, but I most definitely blame him for MySpace.
Dear Companies Who Make Things:
Stop adding vanilla.
Thanks.
I know this goes without saying but I am saying it. The reason American Idol had more votes than any president ever, is because I myself was not faithful to text 1 866 Prez Vot continuously for 2 hours on election night.
It's the classic story - a woman who beat the odds and achieved triumph at long last. Kelly Clarkson wasn't going to let her speech impediment keep her down.
Said Miss Clarkson, "I will not (not!) let this keep me from my dreams (dreams!). I know my calling (calling!) is singing (singing!) and performing in music." Added Kelly, "(music!)"
Thanks for visiting my site every day.
Who still uses Juno?
You do.
I dreamed I had a baby with Tucker Carlson and I woke up clutching a bag of bowtie pasta.
But I don't remember buying any bowtie pasta.
Oh my gosh!
An original rap by my mother:
“They be callin me a hater. Cause I ride on a gator. When they call me I say see you later.
All my people on the street. All my people in the tree. (whisper: in the tree! in the tree!)”
Well whoever this Duke LaCrosse is, he sounds like a real jackass.
Poseidon: Because Waterworld didn't suck enough.
I had this nightmare with these yogurt zombies all clomping toward me, chanting in unison. "It's not a diet," they murmured, "it's a lifestyle change!" Aaaauuuuuuggggggh!
If I could meet anyone dead or alive, I think I would meet someone alive.