these days of leiderhosen

Beloved Scott leaves lots of funny voice mails. After a bad day, it's even better than flowers or footrubs. arrived on the scene a full ten years after Madame L., later effectively duplicating and then reworking the bar for rebellious adolescence. has orange hair, glasses, and freckles (Remember Scooter the Muppet? He looks like that, particularly as a kid.) lives too far away. seems to forget I was ever younger than he is now. finds himself very, very funny which is true most of the time. always knows the right punchline to running gags that span decades. was always my favorite plaything and favorite date. has proven he looks better in a dress than I do. knits like a goddamn superstar. He is currently designing an armadillo. carries a handkerchief which is clean... until it's snot. Hah. is sweet enough to ask me to coach him on Best Man speeches and then delivers them exactly as he pleases when everyone is good and sloshed. Everybody in our circle loves and indulges Scott. ...

Can we just drag Ann Coulter out and kick her? She's just so repulsive I am going to refuse to embed the video here. You want to hear her baloney on the murderous tendancies of the liberals ? Go get yourself tothe dailybeast.com . Or don't bother and do something more pleasurable, like eating a crunchy bowl of carpet tacks with a lemon juice chaser. And, Sweet Mother of Parking Spaces, lose the contouring, Girl! Ya look like the moldy three week old corpse of a tranny hooker. Feel free to fill up the comments with your thoughts on Coulter. It isn't just me, is it? bleck! bleck! bleck! bleck! bleck! bleck! bleck! You know, Fuggeddaboutit! Skinny wench ain't worth it. So go waste time on the previous post .