Confetti blown in the wind
Nobody cares
Journalists howl at things.
— Haiku, Kim du Toit
So today we lead off with INSIGNIFICA:
…and the A in Arquette stands for Asswipe.
Now onto the the (ahem) “hard” news…
…but that means they’ll just hate us up to 11 now !
…no doubt celebrating the news of America’s withdrawal, in their traditional manner.
…and in all those years, she never once thought of, say, leaving his freako ass and going home to Momma.
…not to be unkind, but the only way this chick could “sizzle” is if you dropped her onto the griddle at Waffle House.
…it’s not crazy: you are, you fat trailerpark sow.
…we’re not “allowing” it, as none of the poxy car manufacturers has ever actually asked our permission.
…I didn’t think I could like these three guys any more than I already do, but this is epic.
…and when Mr. Sex Pistol himself calls you a moron…
…don’t too excited, folks. This has as much chance of getting past President Braindead’s veto pen as Ted Nugent has of getting a handjob from Oprah Winfrey. In Madison Square Garden. On stage.
…serves ’em right for being rude.
…oh. My bad.
…
Silly fools even draw the swastika ass-about-face.
And finally, from the Department of the Blindingly Obvious:
The REAL news: Carol Vorderman has freckled boobs.